<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491</id><updated>2012-01-21T08:19:52.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom Where You Are Planted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-5804559401870428420</id><published>2008-02-03T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:30:29.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, looking back at some of my previous posts, it actually made me miss the blogging world. Facebook has basically taken over and I never even check my blog anymore, well except for today. So I thought I would update for 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My title, I will not give up, is basically what I keep telling myself everyday lately. For the past month and a half I haven't felt like myself and have been to the Dr. more than I have in my whole life. My mind has been a battlefield and thanks be to God for helping me overcome my anxiousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know God has a plan for my life and he would not bring me to this place and just give up on getting me to where he wants me to be. God has given me great passion for things: dance, kids, teens, family, friends,community, missions, and I know he has things he wants to see happen and will not happen unless I am obedient and wait on HIm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I believe this month has been a test for me in many different areas, I am not sure that I got an A+ or even a B+ or maybe I completely blew it, but Ive relied on God many different times this past month. So I believe that I passed with flying colours. Don't get me wrong, I have doubted, questioned and pleaded with God, but in the end he has given me peace and I am that much closer to receiving the blessings He has for me and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whenever I start to feel my pulse racing or mind getting the best of me, I remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Phillippians 4:6-7 - Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thankgiving present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I want to give God all the praise He deserves, because He is good, He loves me and has good plans for my life. I pray that anyone who is struggling with something right now would give it to God and ask for His peace and guidance. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"His grace is sufficient for you, for His power is made perfect in weakness." 2Corinthians 12:9 &lt;/span&gt;He is a God that heals and restores and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I will not give up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-5804559401870428420?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/5804559401870428420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=5804559401870428420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/5804559401870428420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/5804559401870428420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-not-give-up.html' title='I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-3189902614669468166</id><published>2007-10-10T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:07:33.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT HAS DEFINATELY BEEN AWHILE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wow, I had no idea that it has been since April that  I have made a new post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well let me fill you in on the last few months:                                                                                                                                                 ~ In May Chris and I had our 11th Wedding Anniversary.(I know)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ In June my oldest son turned 9.(AAAHHH!)                                                                  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; ~Steph, Kirk, Cass, Scottie, Lorn, Syd, Danny,  Emma and of course moi left for Creation.  Which was awesome by the way!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Met Jo Hansen whom I love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~In July we went to nana's cottage for Beulah week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Chris loses his job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~My wonderful husband totally surprised me with a 30th birthday party!  Yes I am now 30 and proud of it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~The 5 bears went to Halifax for a wonderful weekend to embrace turning 30.  We ate, laughed, cried, walked the waterfront, shopped and had a dance off against the "mainlanders" and of course we kicked some butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~In August my Mom and Dad celebrated their 41st Wedding Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Cassidy turned sweet 16 and we had a movie night with Aaron, Robyn and Adrienne.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~The Ingersoll's had a family reunion.  I had no idea I was related to so many people that I probably will never see again.  Good times, Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Timmy B and Holly T got married.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Chris turned 33 and I didn't have a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Got our new car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Well in September, school started and my children were thrilled as you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~We went to Moncton to watch Montreal Canandiens and New York Islanders play an exhibition game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Started puppets at the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~October is a month that reminds us to be Thankful for what we have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Shari and Pierre flew down from Montreal for Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Had turkey with the Ingersoll family at Janie's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Turkey at Brenda's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Turkey at mom's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So there you have it.  That pretty much sums up the past 6 months.  I may or may not try to post again in another 6 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-3189902614669468166?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/3189902614669468166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=3189902614669468166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/3189902614669468166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/3189902614669468166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-has-definately-been-awhile.html' title='IT HAS DEFINATELY BEEN AWHILE!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-5569700183944423684</id><published>2007-04-18T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:15:21.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By Yurr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, this post is totally inspired by the motivation and eagerness of Scott Ingalls, to keep up with his new blog of a whole week.  I too blogged frequently when it was all new and exciting and the possibilities were endless but,  as time goes on the pressure, the loss of motivation, and the endless harrassment of not blogging enough gets to be too much.   So Scott, I hope a few months or maybe even a year down the road, when your life gets busy or maybe even a new love interest happens that you will be able to fulfill your duties as frequent blogger.  Not saying that you have been in the habit of totally deglecting your duties as a faithful commenter or just actually being around when you have better things going on, so I guess we are all safe in knowing you will never be considered a slogger.  See the pressure is on already!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;In all seriousness, you are awesome and I am encouraged and inspired by your posts and I think it is important for us all to realize that God is in control and if we continue to look to Him on a day to day basis and focus on His promises then each day will be more fulfilling than the one before.  I read a quote yesterday that said: "Be the change you want to see".   It really hit me, and made me think that if there is something that we think should be different or better then make it our goal to make it happen.  You never know if we are the people that God has chosen to be the change we want to see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; P.S. I was so blessed Saturday night at Area worshipping with everyone was awesome.  God Is Awesome, You guys are awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-5569700183944423684?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/5569700183944423684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=5569700183944423684' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/5569700183944423684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/5569700183944423684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspired-by-yurr.html' title='Inspired By Yurr'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-3678767905500692283</id><published>2007-03-14T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:41:02.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU READY FOR THIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, so it has been a little more than four days since I have been unemployed and quite possibly a few since I have blogged. Basically I think I may be turning into a monthly blogger instead of a daily or weekly one. Actually I am only blogging right now because Kirk called my blog dead.(It worked ok!) So since I am officially making a new post I thought I would post my list of songs for the Creation car ride. The list is a bit longer than just one song, so are you ready? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Here in your arms - HelloGoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. My Song - Glass Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There you have it, my list of songs. I figure my chances have doubled now for hearing the songI want. Anyhow, I blogged, I made a list, so now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-3678767905500692283?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/3678767905500692283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=3678767905500692283' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/3678767905500692283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/3678767905500692283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-ready-for-this.html' title='ARE YOU READY FOR THIS!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-2270055084918709972</id><published>2007-02-08T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:05:01.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Unemployed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it is going on 4 days now that I have not been working and I can officailly say that I am enjoying it. I have been catching up on reading, thanks for the book Steph, it is really good. I have gone into the school a couple of times and have had a flock of kindergarteners swarm around me, it was so cute. They actually miss me. TEHE! I also visited a friend that I had hardly seen since I was working. So, I guess I have no excuse anymore for being too busy to blog or read or whatever it was that I was too busy to do before. Yay for time alone, peace and quiet without sports announcers talking in the background and PS2 games playing; at least untill 2:30 anyway!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I am going to go read or maybe take a hot shower or whatever I want to, so I shall blog you later!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-2270055084918709972?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/2270055084918709972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=2270055084918709972' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/2270055084918709972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/2270055084918709972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2007/02/officially-unemployed.html' title='Officially Unemployed!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-116871658477404580</id><published>2007-01-13T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:29:06.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, the new year is well underway and so far going well. We had a great Christmas and as usual we all got way too much and spent way too much money. We went to Montreal over the holidays and watched the Canadiens beat Tampa Bay's butt. Yes Kirk Montreal won! I am not really much of a hockey fan but it is really cool being in a stadium with over 21,000 people all cheering for the same team. We were in Montreal for 5 days and had lots of fun except Chris and I were totally neglected by our children who are obsessed with their aunt and uncle. We knew it was only going to last a short time and I am happy they are so close with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the routines are somewhat back to normal and everyone's returned to their jobs, mine will be ending in three weeks. It is a bittersweet thing I guess. I am kind of excited to be done, but I will miss the kids and I actually will miss being busy. I am hoping I will be more focused on youth though. I guess just spending my whole entire day with loud, active kids kind of ruined youth for me. So hopefully my motivation for that will return once I am done work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking the new year is going to bring many different decisions that will have to be made. Chris and I have been discussing selling our house, getting out of debt and rebuilding. So that is #1. Number 2- that has been on my mind lately is about homeschooling either one or both of my children. For Isaiah I am realizing through different things, that teachers are ill equipped to teach children at the level that they are at. Especially from reading James Dobson's book Bringing Up Boys(thanks Cass) that teachers are not prepared for boys. Yes there are the so called "good" boys who sit quietly, pay attention and pick up things easily; but watch out if you can't sit still for a half an hour on a carpet with your legs folded, those boys are labeled disruptive, unfocused and flighty. Not that Isaiah is labeled that but I am thinking he is being taught in a way that is unappealing to him in Gr.1, so how is that going to affect him throughout his school years. Anyway, I will have a lot to pray about and would appreciate some prayer over these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, ta ta for now and I still love you all! P.S. Thanks Scott and Heidi for housesitting we appreciate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-116871658477404580?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/116871658477404580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=116871658477404580' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116871658477404580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116871658477404580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-to-all.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-116587633729702324</id><published>2006-12-11T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:49:42.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once upon a time there lived a girl. She was not your ordinary girl, no, no, she liked to do strange accents, wrote funny stories that some people got angry at and there was something to do with monkeys and cars or something. Maybe she should join the Barenaked ladies! Anyway, this girl liked puppies, toast, and screamed at volleyball. She likes to scratch things in broad daylight and sometimes is confused whether to wear her shirt up or down or maayybbee even tucked in. I am honoring her today with a OoXxxOOoxxxXOo!(in a bad spanish accent&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S.  I am sure I will not be posting again till next year because it has officially taken me an hour to give you what you got.  Unless of course I choose to use the massive Mac that only pators can afford.  Anywhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-116587633729702324?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/116587633729702324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=116587633729702324' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116587633729702324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116587633729702324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon.html' title='Once upon a .......'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-116319539904854506</id><published>2006-11-10T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:49:59.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH BLAH BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It has been 23 days since my last post, so I guess for some of you I am considered a slogger, but I consider it actually being so busy that I really don't give a crap about a stupid blog that nobody reads anymore because I haven't blogged in 23 days.  There I got that off my chest.  Now I really have nothing to say and have not killed anyone or anything in awhile so that I guess is something to be proud of(right Cass)!  Anyway, blah blah blah.  That is all I have to say about that!  Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-116319539904854506?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/116319539904854506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=116319539904854506' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116319539904854506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116319539904854506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='BLAH BLAH BLAH'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-116130636385596184</id><published>2006-10-19T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:06:04.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kids are sooo cute and say the dardest things......Today we had the evacuation at school and as I were leading Mrs. Jones K-2 class down the road on our way to the stone church, there were two little boys walking hand in hand behind me.  I could hear them talking about different things like, bugs, things that were floating in the ditch and such.  Anyway, as we continued walking I heard one boy say to the other boy, "Oh, there's a crack in the pavement.  You better not step on it or you might die."  So the other boy not really making a big deal says, "That's o.k. I want to see what Heaven looks like anyway.   I bet God has a really big chair to sit in!"  All I could do was start laughing, it was so cute and innocent.  It would actually be really cool if we all had that confidence instead of fear.   Not that I fear that I won't go to heaven but I think deep down we all have a fear of the end of our lives and also a fear of leaving our families.  Wow, this post just got really morbid.  See, why did I just feel the need to put that!  Most of us think so negatively of death but maybe we need to start looking at it through the eyes of babes and think "that's o.k. I want to see want heaven looks like anyway"  Not that we shouldn't care about our lives, I just think the little guy had a point.  I mean come on imagine how big God's chair really is!  P.S. Cass I bet Molly Mae knows how big God's chair is. HE HE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-116130636385596184?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/116130636385596184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=116130636385596184' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116130636385596184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116130636385596184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-116041688648188894</id><published>2006-10-09T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:01:40.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know, I know I am pretty much a slogger I guess, but do have a job,  two kids, a husband,  two cats, one dog, piano lessons, bible studies, youth, etc..etc....   So basically my priorities are way off!  My sincerest apologies....NOT.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anywho, I am realizing that  my mood and attitude lately has been very negative and I am sure not pleasing to God.  There has been a lot of situations lately that I have been very frustrated by and need help from God to move past my feelings.  I know this is purely satan moving in on weak territory.  Why is it so much easier to let satan win over God!  I guess I am at the point where I need God to be more real to me than satan and it frustrates me that I feel too blind to see Him.  I guess I will keep reading and praying for God to be so real to me that I won't be able to see anything else but Him.  That's all we can do I guess.   Serious post I know but sorry, it's all I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-116041688648188894?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/116041688648188894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=116041688648188894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116041688648188894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/116041688648188894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-i-know-i-am-pretty-much-slogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115904145328314697</id><published>2006-09-23T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:57:33.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I just got through reading through comments and I just have to say to Not Neves thank you for the uplifting words.  I guess the note on your fridge (Do Not Speak Negative About Yourself)  does not apply to how you speak to others.  I love you regardless of the taunting.  Now I know how Scottie feels!  Maybe we can start a support group, Scottie!  A  Not Neves Helpline would be an idea too.  1-800-you-don't-suck.  Email:www.stopthemadnessoffitz.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I started working at the school a week and a half ago in the kindergarten class.  I absolutely love it and wish I had become a kindergarten teacher.  I'm am thinking it is to late for that so I will just settle for kindergarten support worker,( so they call me.)  The kids are sooo cute but also disgusting, for example:  stringing snot out of your nose and eating it,  dry picking and eating whatever is found and last but not least,  sneezing snot on toys that other kids are playing with.  These are a few joys of kindergarten.  I am finding it very rewarding and there is nothing better when you teach them something new and they get so excited or you help them in the hallway and they give you a hug.  I will only be there for 20weeks which makes me sad but, maybe something else will come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway, that is what has been happening the last few weeks and I am not promising anything but, I may or may not try to blog more so I can revoke the title that not neves has so graciously gave me, slogger!  We all can't be privelged enough to have high speed and a fast computer so just have a little compassion would you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115904145328314697?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115904145328314697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115904145328314697' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115904145328314697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115904145328314697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-kindergarten.html' title='I love kindergarten!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115625819469281721</id><published>2006-08-22T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:49:54.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE THEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fine, I will make a new post for all you faithful slackers who have been away 90% of the summer.  It is funny how people are always on your back about making a new post but in the meantime they are off galavanting across the country, leaving us here to fend for ourselves.  Well here it is, a new post, just thrilling isn't it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My mood lately has not been great and I have been highly annoyed with people on a daily basis.  I am not sure why exactly but I have enjoyed being in a not so nice mood.  Sometimes it just feels good to be grumpy and eventually you get over it and start to enjoy people again.  Last night we had a girls movie night and Steph, Cass and I had a good laugh before the movies started and it was nice that Amanda came and we all had some laughs.  Sometimes it takes  a good  girls night, lots of food, and laughs to get you in a better mood.  (and no Scott we didn't have a pillow fight)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am not looking forward to summer being over, but hopefully things will get a little more organized in the fall.  Anywho,  to all the friends who are away, to all the friends who are going away and to all the friends who never go away, I love you all and I hope we can catch up eventually!  Take Care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115625819469281721?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115625819469281721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115625819469281721' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115625819469281721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115625819469281721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/08/fine-then.html' title='FINE THEN!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115521716490266779</id><published>2006-08-10T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:39:24.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING FREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BREAKING FREE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No this isn't a blog about how to break out of jail, if I knew I may or may not reveal it.  It is about us breaking free of our insecurities and showing a side that we may be holding back.   I guess this weekend was my breaking free time.   This past weekend I danced in public, on stage, not just one night but three nights.(for the variety show and singsperation, for those of you who were not around.)   Actually for the past two weeks I have danced to get ready for this past weekend!  I must say I never really expected it and it was actually a very positive experience other than my old 29 year old feet not being able to keep up.   No comment please Scottie!  Anywho,  I am very thankful I had the opportunity to witness to the community through dance and I have a feeling that this is only the beginning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115521716490266779?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115521716490266779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115521716490266779' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115521716490266779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115521716490266779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/08/breaking-free.html' title='BREAKING FREE'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115409935342723827</id><published>2006-07-28T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:23:58.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM PENOBSCOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, where to begin on our white water rafting trip that we went on a week ago today. First of all we left on my birthday which for all of you who may or may not of forgotten was on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anywho, the ride to our destination was highly entertaining with Scott and Kirk quoting lines from movies, comedy acts and such. Also, the deletion of all of Scott's 3000 songs on his ipod thanks to Kirk may of actually been the highlight of the trip down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once we arrived we went to eat at the Big Moose Inn, which for most of us we had no clue what was actually on the menu, but we were able to make due. We all went back to our log cabin which had five beds all in one room, and I was then serenaded by Kirk himself carrying a lemon sponge cake with candles for my birthday. How nice of them to remember, how thoughtful and what great friends I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There was Euchre, riddles, and for the rest of us crazy eight countdown. Then the day came and it was time to go rafting! I love how they tell you everything bad that can happen, it just warms you inside when you are already scared to death! Thanks Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here we go rafting nicely then woooop there we go down a 14foot drop where at the bottom Chris, Kirk and I just thought we would test out the water right off the bat. Once we all get back in the boat, good ol Bob decides we might as well surf the 14foot drop. Good idea! Not! That was when we all are holding on for dear life and Chris gets totally swiped out of the raft and into to current. He was down what seemed like forever, then eventually the kayak girl got ahold of him. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened. Once Chris was back in the boat minus a contac, good ol Bob decides we are going to try the drop again! Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;At that point I was ready to call it quits but I perservered and stuck it out knowing the afternoon was bringing class 4 and 5 rapids. All in all it was a really fun trip and was definately the most exciting and dangerous thing I have ever done. Now will I ever do it again? I am not exactely sure on that but you never know what another year may bring. I may be jumping out of a plane next, who knows. Our group was great and they definately made it a lot more enjoyable. Thanks guys for listening to my whining and for not deliberately pushing me out! P.S. your welcome Scottie for saving your butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115409935342723827?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115409935342723827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115409935342723827' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115409935342723827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115409935342723827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-from-penobscot.html' title='BACK FROM PENOBSCOT!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115323440597818820</id><published>2006-07-18T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:53:27.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1CORINTHIANS7:5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     Well, I have been saying that I am done with the whole blogging thing just because my mind lately has been blank.  It is still blank but I will humour myself and blog anyway!  So here it goes:  Beulah was a pretty good week, the kids had fun and I guess I did too.  Nothing too eventfull happened.  Are you intrigued yet to keep reading?  I know I am!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, I was trying to find this scripture that I had read a month or so ago that talks about husbands and wives and I found it this morning:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1Corinthians7:5 - You shouldn't stop giving yourselves to each other except when you both agree to do so.  And that should be only to give yourselves time to pray for awhile.  Then you should come together again.  In that way, Satan will not tempt you when you can't control yourselves.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, is that a mouthful or what?   So basically, from what I gather who cares if the 12 children you have are starving to death because there is only time for two things, praying and you know what. And who needs food anyway because as long as you and your spouse are satisfied nothing can come between you.  Susie: " Honey, do you agree that maybe we should stop long enough to feed our children and maybe have a drink of water ourselves?"   Stan: "Well dear, if you think that is best,  we can't forget to pray as well, so throw the children a couple loaves and lets get to it!"  Susie:"Yeah, who needs water!"  Now I don't know about anyone else but this even though in the bible seems a little unrealistic!   It must be back in the day before anyone had children and they lived in  mud huts and ate spiders.  Oh well, just something else I have to work on.  Just thought all you desperate housewives out there would enjoy that little tidbit of info so we can all strive to pray more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115323440597818820?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115323440597818820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115323440597818820' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115323440597818820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115323440597818820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/07/1corinthians75.html' title='1CORINTHIANS7:5'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115203191594407049</id><published>2006-07-04T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:51:56.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING IS INSIGNIFICANT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOTHING IS INSIGNIFICANT!  There is a divine meaning in the existence of everything.  As the greenness of no two blades of grass is alike, as the weight of no two pebbles on the beach is equal, so each life is the working out of individual principles and possibilities.  No two lives lie along the exact same track.  Each life has been given the sole permission to exercise certain exclusive powers.   So I am trying to figure out where is my position and what is my mission in this life.  My answer sometimes seems clear and other times I am doubting everything that I am doing.  I know, I know it is a lie from satan, or is it?  Couldn't it be God telling me that isn't where He wants me?  I have no idea!                                                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, I read the other day that there is something for you to do, which, if not done by you, will always remain undone.  I am not sure I totally agree with that because I have heard that if you do not do something or use the gifts God gave you that he will ask someone or give your talent to someone who is more obediant.   If that was true am I doing my part to do what God wants me to do, and honestly I don't know the answer to that.                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The more I sit and think about who God made me to be and who I'm actually being is very far from where he wants me.  I feel like I am totally sucktastic at being a "christian".   The more I learn about what I am not supposed to be doing I am doing it more and the more I learn about how I am supposed to act towards  others, I find I am getting meaner and offended more easily than I ever did before.   AAAHHH what is going on, I have prayed about this and obviously I haven't learned my lesson yet because nothing seems to get better!  Now it is my turn I guess to blog about needing some prayer!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115203191594407049?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115203191594407049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115203191594407049' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115203191594407049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115203191594407049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-is-insignificant.html' title='NOTHING IS INSIGNIFICANT!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115141952929349151</id><published>2006-06-27T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:45:30.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW BUT YOU SOON WILL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW:  1:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is impossible to lick you elbow!                                            (I know,  I  know you can Kirk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 2:&lt;/span&gt;  A crocodile can't stick its tongue out.   (I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       have no idea why, it just can't alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt;  A shrimp's heart is in its head.  (That                                        explains a lot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt;  In a study of 200,000 ostriches, over a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       period of 80yrs, no one reported a single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      case where an ostrich buried its head in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      the sand.  ( I think they should do a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      recount, obviously they do not work for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      CNN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5:&lt;/span&gt;  It is physically impossible for pigs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       look up to the sky. (too bad piggies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 6:&lt;/span&gt;  A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.   (I                                       wonder what the father is called, a twitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      maybe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;7:&lt;/span&gt;  More than 50% of the people in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       world have never made or received a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      telephone call.  ( How quiet there bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      studies must be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;8:&lt;/span&gt;  Horses can't vomit.  (that's why they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       crap so much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 9:&lt;/span&gt;  The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                        sick" is said to be the toughest tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                        twister in the English language.(Go for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       Kirk impress us with your skills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;10:&lt;/span&gt;  If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       a rib.  If you try to suppress a sneeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      you can rupture a blood vessel in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      head or neck and die.  And, if you keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      your eyes open by force, they can pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      out.  (Attempt at your own risk and warn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      others of  a possible flying object)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; 11:&lt;/span&gt;  Rats multiply so quickly that in 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      months, two rats could have over a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      million descendants. ( Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      for cats!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                               &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;12:&lt;/span&gt;  Wearing headphones for just an hour will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       increase the bacteria in your ear by 700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                      times.  (Yum, I think I will eat these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                       headphones!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know I have just increased all of your knowledge greatly and it was all free of charge!  p.s. Seen worms mating last night on the Discovery channel, if you never have seen this I would make it your life goal to see it at least once before you die!  TTFNGF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115141952929349151?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115141952929349151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115141952929349151' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115141952929349151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115141952929349151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/12-things-you-didnt-know-but-you-soon.html' title='12 THINGS YOU DIDN&apos;T KNOW BUT YOU SOON WILL!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115110768745700971</id><published>2006-06-23T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:08:07.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY NOAH............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow, have a birthday.  June is a busy month for birthdays.   Noah turned 8 today, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!  I have an 8 year old, where has the time gone?   I had a party for him today and invited around 10 kids.  About an hour before the party it started to downpour.  Yay for me!  Twelve screaming hiper kids in my house for two hours!  Actually it wasn't that much different than our bible studies.....food, not much talk of Godly things,  running around, throwing things, and when it comes to focusing on what's going on in that moment, well not happening!  All in all it went smoothly and Noah had a good day and got lots of money and cool gifts.  If only all of our birthdays could go so well.  HHMMM July 20, is someone's birthday that is really quite sensational!   Anywho, for all of you that know this person she may or may not be expecting nothing!  She knows who she's friends with and that well as you know not neves says it all, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115110768745700971?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115110768745700971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115110768745700971' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115110768745700971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115110768745700971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-8th-birthday-noah.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday Noah'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115097890638201657</id><published>2006-06-22T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:21:46.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 60TH TO MY DAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My father turns &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt; today, it is hard to believe because he seems the same age as when I was little.  How is it some people never seem to age and others grow old before their time?  Anyway, this has been a very hard week for my dad because last Friday night he had all of his tools stolen from his barn.  Over 3000 dollars worth of stuff.   For any of you that know my father you know that his tools are his world, all he ever does is build and fix things.  So I don't think I will get him much for his birthday other than a prayer that he will somehow get his tools back because I know that is the only thing he would want!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;          I also have been trying to process why things like this keep happening around here and nothing seems to get done about it.  I have come to the conclusion that this happen to him for a reason.  My dad has never been one to let things go easily especially in this situation, so in the last week he has found more things out and got more leads on who did this than the police.  In fact the police talked to him yesterday and asked him how he was making out and if he had found anything else out.  Anyway, I think my dad is the guy to actually get some crap cleaned up around this Island because one thing is for sure he will not rest until this has been dealt with.   Therefore my new name for my dad is going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; DAD THE BOUNTY HUNTER!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115097890638201657?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115097890638201657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115097890638201657' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115097890638201657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115097890638201657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-60th-to-my-dad.html' title='HAPPY 60TH TO MY DAD!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-115031491132522891</id><published>2006-06-14T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:55:11.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBALL and BRILLIANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I am only writing a new post because I feel it is my obligation as a frequent blogger to keep my peeps up to date.  As it is I am not feeling very well today, feeling as crappy as the crappiest of crap.  Anywho, I didn't make it to youth last night because I was feeling yucky and I also had to help Chris with the little league game.  I was the official book/score keeper last night.  It was my first time and I know nothing, I mean nothing about baseball; other than there's a bat, a ball, bases that are placed in a diamond shape!  Our team did win though, I can't be all bad at it.(18to1)  It is good to be thrown into a position sometimes because there is nothing like getting your hands dirty when you are in the middle of dirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     I know this isn't the best blog that I have done and possibly will not be my worst but, I need to rest my brain because as you all know Stephanie is my competition.  Some of us have to work a little harder, smile a little wider, think a little longer, and love a little more before we can produce brilliance.  Then there are those few who just seem to have it all together who can think of witty remarks, read and pronounce big words, and figure out math equations in there heads.  Well for all that remain on the teeter- totter of brilliance, becareful when the brainy jump off or you may split your knee?titter, titter!LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-115031491132522891?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/115031491132522891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=115031491132522891' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115031491132522891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/115031491132522891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/bball-and-brilliance.html' title='BBALL and BRILLIANCE'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114994697368476488</id><published>2006-06-10T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:57:23.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RAIN IS.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE RAIN IS......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the topic of everyone's conversations the past little bit. How depressing it is, dreary, soggy ect, ect. I myself have been guilty of this for the past week, but I had a friend say that she feels like this is a healing rain, as the song says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HEALING RAIN IS COMING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;ITS COMING NEARER TO THIS OLD TOWN&lt;br /&gt;RICH AND POOR, WEAK AND STRONG&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BRINGING MERCY, IT WON'T BE LONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALING RAIN IS COMING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;IT'S COMING CLOSER TO THE LOST AND FOUND&lt;br /&gt;TEARS OF JOY, AND TEARS OF SHAME&lt;br /&gt;ARE WASHED FOREVER IN JESUS' NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALING RAIN, IT COMES WITH FIRE&lt;br /&gt;SO LET IT FALL AND TAKE US HIGHER&lt;br /&gt;HEALING RAIN, I'M NOT AFRAID&lt;br /&gt;TO BE WASHED IN HEAVEN'S RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALING RAIN IS FALLING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;HEALING RAIN IS FALLING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When Anne and Tony were here it rained the whole time and it has ceased to let up, I think God is still healing and preparing His people for amazing things, through this healing rain! So I am trying to think differently about this never ending down pour but pondering whether an ark should be built? Anyway, if we are feeling a little low over the grayness of the week in the flesh, just imagine the spiritual sunshine going on in the Heavens. God's glory has be pouring down on us and we should accept it as that!&lt;/span&gt; Revelation 22:23 - The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the lamb is its lamp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114994697368476488?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114994697368476488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114994697368476488' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114994697368476488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114994697368476488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain-is.html' title='THE RAIN IS.......'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114961431014990154</id><published>2006-06-06T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:18:30.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SO YOU THINK YOU CAN'T DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO YOU THINK YOU CAN'T DANCE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am writing this in regards to those people in the world who think they cannot dance so they refuse to even give it a try!  What are the reasons for thinking you cannot dance, is it because:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You trip over your own ankle when you walk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; When you go to clap your hands to the beat do you accidentally knock your tooth out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your lack of coordination with doing  jumping jacks or maybe just maybe you have never tried! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Or you could be one of those people who have tried and still say you can't dance, well I am saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT IS TIME TO DANCE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;If you are capable to run, jump, walk, move your arms in a timely manner then you my friend can dance.  There is a time for everything that is done on earth.  There is a time to sit still, and there is a time to dance.  Haven't we sat still long enough?  Haven't we been quiet and mannerly long enough?  I am thinking yes and what a better time than now.  We are surrounded by such wonderful, supportive fun/God loving people that I would say we have a lot to be dancing about!  Can I get an AMEN here!   What is the worst that could happen?   We look silly,  we fall down,  possibly hurt yourself or someone else in the process, but who cares.  The people that surround us when we are in the midst of our dancing hopefully are dancing right along with us and are more than willing to pick us up if we were to fall!  To all my peeps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WE WILL BE DANCING!  Psalm 149:3 - Let them praise His name with dancing............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114961431014990154?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114961431014990154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114961431014990154' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114961431014990154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114961431014990154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-you-think-you-cant-dance.html' title='SO YOU THINK YOU CAN&apos;T DANCE'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114926070683095238</id><published>2006-06-02T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:20:54.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT HAS HAPPENED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;IT HAS HAPPENED.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I have become broken under such conviction to do an ode to Scott and his truck, so here it goes! Here comes something so magnificent I can hardly believe, what oh what could it be you ask? That Chev so brightly sparkling, the curves soft and divine, nothing tops that sexy truck, oh if it were only mine! Oh, but what could be better than that Chev, with the chrome glistening and the music pumping.....Wait, who could be inside? None other that Scott Anthony Ingalls(aka YURR), if only all were priveleged enough to know this guy, there would be nothing left but to look to the sky! The bass he can play, his outbursts are quite witty and who knew Scott Ings could be so giddy. The greatness of both are hard to compare, what would one be without the other, oh we can't help but stare! Forgive us our weakness but we are only human, if we seem to be gazing it is because the Chev is really quite amazing! Applause, Applause.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114926070683095238?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114926070683095238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114926070683095238' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114926070683095238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114926070683095238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-has-happened.html' title='IT HAS HAPPENED!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114909441056742935</id><published>2006-05-31T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:53:30.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW BLOOMIN RANDOM ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOW RANDOM ARE YOU?      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  This quiz may be unsuitable for those of you who lack randomness!  Please answer truthfully or else it may result in dizziness!                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO THERE.  HOW ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Fine, thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  Just slurpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D:  Spiffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A CAT WALKS UP. YOU....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  Bend down and stroke it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Engage it in a staring competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:   Walk on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  Bend down and say 'Hello, Mr. Chimpanzee' and hand it a banana.  Why you were holding a banana is another question entirely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE MEANING OF LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, AND EVERYTHING IS................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  I haven't a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  It's all about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  To live long and prosper(trekky reference not intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e:  your best analagy here......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHICH OF THESE FOODS APPEALS TO YOU MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Banana sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  Hot  Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  Table legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOU WISH YOUR NAME WAS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  more mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  I like my name how it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  Slartibartfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  Something strange sounding.  The more little-used alphabet letters, such as x, k, and y the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  Shmat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Yeeesss.....*nods, smiles, and slowly backs away?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  Hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  Uh-huh. Konnichiwa, baka '-san/chan' and all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT STARTS TO RAIN.  YOU.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  Go inside/Put up your umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Scream and run for shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  Prance about, swinging from lampposts, singing I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  Look up disbelievingly at the sky, ingnore it and find the nearest puddle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS WORD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  A type of fungus, most commonly found on feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Doo...de ...wha???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  Er....what word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  I think I forgotten to put the word in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A SALAD FORK IS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a:  Used by vegetarian devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b:  Used for ..... eating salad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c:  For picking up salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d:  A deadly weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please submit all answers to my comment page and I shall calculate results.  If you are lucky enough to be chosen BLOOMIN RANDOM then you shall receive nothing!  Congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114909441056742935?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114909441056742935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114909441056742935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114909441056742935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114909441056742935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-bloomin-random-are-you.html' title='HOW BLOOMIN RANDOM ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114860733222211524</id><published>2006-05-25T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:35:32.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ESSENTIAL ECONOMICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ESSENTIAL ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TRADITIONAL ECONOMICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You sell one and buy a bull.  Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.  You retire on the income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AMERICAN ECONOMICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  You have two cows.  You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.  You profess surprise when the cow drops dead.  You put the blame on some nation with cows and naturally that nation will be a danger to mankind.  You wage a war to save the world and grab the cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FRENCH ECONOMICS&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GERMAN ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You reengineer them so that they live for 100 years, eat once a month and milk themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BRITISH ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  They are both mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ITALIAN ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You don't know where they are.  You break for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SWISS ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.  You charge others for storing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAPANESE ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You redesign them so that they are one-tenth the size of an Ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.  You then create cute cartoon cow images called Cowkimon and Market them worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RUSSIAN ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  YOu count them and learn you have five cows.  You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.  You count them again and learn you have 17 cows.  You give up counting and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;INDIAN ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You worship them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BANGLADESH ECONOMICS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; You have two cows.  You don't know the economy.  You choose one of them as the Prime Minister of the country and the other as the Leader of the Opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GRAND MANAN ECONOMICS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have two cows.  You sell them both for gas for your buggy.   You  hope that later, that person will be intoxicated enough to give them back to you for a bottlecap.  You then chase your two cows down Cedar Street on your buggy until you run out of the gas you sold them for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114860733222211524?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114860733222211524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114860733222211524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114860733222211524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114860733222211524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/essential-economics.html' title='ESSENTIAL ECONOMICS'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114840210354030519</id><published>2006-05-23T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:35:03.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKED BEANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAKED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEAN TROUBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A man had a terrible passion for baked beans, but they always had a somewhat lively effect on him.  After he met the woman of his dreams, he made the supreme sacrifice and gave them up; he couldn't imagine subjecting his new wife to his beastly emissions. &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On his birthday, his truck broke down, so he called his wife and told her he'd have to walk home.  He walked past a cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him. Since he was still a couple of miles from home, he figured he could indulge, and then walk off any ill effects.  So he had three extra-large helpings of beans, and he "put-putted" all the way home.                                                                                              His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited.  She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!"                                                         She blindfolded him, and led hime to his chair at the head of the table, making him promise not to peek.  At this point, he was beginning to feel another one coming on.  Just as she was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang and she went to answer it.                                                                             While she was gone, he seized the opportunity.  He shifted his weight to one leg and let go.  It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotton egg.  He gasped and felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him.  He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on.  This one sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse.  He tried flapping his arms, to clear the air.  But another one snuck out, and the windows rattled, the dishes on the table shook, and a minute later, the flowers on the table were dead.                                                                    When he heard his wife ending her conversation, he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it.  He was the picture of innocence when she walked in.                          Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner.  He assured her he had not, so she removed the blindfold and yelled, "Surprise!!!!"                                               To his shock and horror, there were twenlve dinner guests seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.            What is the moral of this story you ask:   Either don't get married or find a really good woman who could accept those beastly emissions.  Perhaps one who has no sense of smell!  And obviously she wasn't the woman of his dreams if he had to give up Saturday bean night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114840210354030519?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114840210354030519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114840210354030519' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114840210354030519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114840210354030519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/baked-beans.html' title='BAKED BEANS'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114833045160834400</id><published>2006-05-22T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:40:51.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOMIN CRAZY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BLOOMIN CRAZY:   &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; sincere apologies if I offended anyone in my last post.  It was something that I had to let out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FORGIVE ME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here is a little story of things neither I nor the VeggieTale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;s have done:      I've never plucked a rooster, (I wonder if it would be like pulling nose hair?) and I am not too good at ping pong (Forest Gump is though) and I have never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall( I leave that up to my kids) and I've never kissed a chipmunk (they are pretty cute) and I've never gotten head lice(ew)  and I've never been to  Deep Cove  in the fall.( I really don't go there in any season)    I've never licked a spark plug and I've never sniffed a stink bug and I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball and I've never bathed in yoguart and unlike Kirk I don't look good in leggings and I've never been to Deep Cove in the fall.  Well maybe I have, I don't really remember anything past 5.654mins!  I love you, you love me, we're a happy family.   With a great big daisy painted ball and a kiss from me to a chipmunk.  Won't you say you luv me too!  May we forever live without ever sniffing a stink bug and may we take turns licking spark plugs and I may try to go to Deep Cove in the fall.  Yeah, everyone sing along.   The person writing this may have her head loaded with a foreign substance  which is leaking from her nose and is deteriorating brain function. Pray for her!  LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.s . Like I said Bloomin Crazy--hopefully temporary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114833045160834400?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114833045160834400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114833045160834400' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114833045160834400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114833045160834400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/bloomin-crazy.html' title='BLOOMIN CRAZY'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114789389408577472</id><published>2006-05-17T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:24:54.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boots and Tadpoles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Boots and Tadpoles:  You Gotta Love Little Boys !    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really wasn't sure what I was going to do my next post on until I just looked outside.  Isaiah and his friend Hunter are out collecting tadpoles and are moving them from one place to another.  So I just look out the door while I am typing and they both are in boots that are 3x too big for them walking across the driveway carrying buckets to collect more tadpoles.  It was the cutest thing that I have seen in awhile.  I guess once your kids are past the baby/toddler stage those times where everything they do is cute is far and few between but,  it is times like this when you realize how precious  and innocent they still are.  It is amazing how fast they are growing up and there is nothing I can do about it except try to raise them the best to my ability and pray continually that they will grow up to be God loving, descent men!  I am afraid that I don't pray enough for them but I guess I just have to believe that God hears the prayers that I have in my heart for them.  I know God has great plans for my boys but I just pray that I don't screw them up somehow to hinder those plans!  Raising children is a huge resposibility but I am glad that I have realized that I don't have to do it on my own.  There is someone out there that has even bigger hopes, brighter dreams and loves them more than I can comprehend and will protect them even when I can not!  I am definately far from a perfect parent, not even close perhaps but I can at least try to show them Gods love through me.  Which I am still working at big time because sometimes you just don't feel much like lovin the little buggers.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. 1Samuel 1:27  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114789389408577472?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114789389408577472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114789389408577472' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114789389408577472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114789389408577472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-boots-and-tadpoles.html' title='Big Boots and Tadpoles'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114770097769828841</id><published>2006-05-15T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:49:37.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE OUT THERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOMEWHERE OUT THERE------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There were a few that had the priveledge of seeing Raine Maida live in concert!  Woh, how could ya beat it.  Welll I could think of a few other things but anyway it was an awesome concert.  Last time I talked to you You were lonely and out of place!  We had a really great weekend  and I would like to officially thank my hubby for making it happen.  Shmanks!   Anyway, moving on; I am really pumped for the Newsboys concert this weekend.  It will be even more amazing than Out Lady Peace because you know the people at Newsboys will be worshipping God and not Raine Maida and not somking weed in the seats in front of you.  It is funny how different I look at things now.  Raine Maida came over to the side we were sitting on and asked people on stage with him, you should have seen the maniacs jumping out of their seats.  They were absolutely freaking out-come on now people!  It just made me think if everyone had that energy and seeked out God in that way imagine what this world could be!   Not saying Raine isn't worth getting a hold of but I look at him differently now than I would of before I was a chrisitan.  God is so much more worthy of that energy!  None the less it was an awesome concert.  Oh yeah and Happy Mother's Day to me!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Brightly Blooming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114770097769828841?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114770097769828841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114770097769828841' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114770097769828841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114770097769828841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/somewhere-out-there.html' title='SOMEWHERE OUT THERE'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114738947040295167</id><published>2006-05-11T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:20:14.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN THE MUSIC FADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When The Music Fades Well for me yesterday and today have been very soggy days. Not just because it is raining or because it is foggy, I am really not sure why actually. I don't know if anyone else has felt this way the past couple of days but surely tomorrow can only be brighter ! I think I am realizing I am very dependant on others for hapiness which is not good. God is supposed to be my happiness! It isn't that I can't be happy on my own but, that I need people around a lot. I think it has been since Alabama that I realize that having people around is when I am at my happiest. Does that mean I am a needy, selfish person; maybe I am. Or possibly I am just a wonderful, fun-loving people person. I think I should probably focus on the latter. Anywho, I know this has been a not so upbeat post but, if you are going to read you have to take the good posts with the bad. Luv u guys!!!!! Drooping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114738947040295167?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114738947040295167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114738947040295167' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114738947040295167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114738947040295167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-music-fades.html' title='WHEN THE MUSIC FADES'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114726612624727232</id><published>2006-05-10T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:02:06.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ODE TO CASSIDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY ODE TO CASSIDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cassidy, Cassidy my dear Cassidy:  Cassidy loves dogs, Cassidy loves to sing, Cassidy loves to write about silly things.  Cassidy used to like Barney if you can imagine that, she loves Johnny Depp especially in a hat!  Cassidy loves God with all of her heart and especially loves me to which she could not part!!!!  Thank you, thank you.  If anyone would like to request an ode you can contact me through my blog at: Please do an ode for me, pretty, pretty please.  Some of you may have to do more begging than others in order to get me to do one for you!  I think the demand may be overwhelming.  Also, some of you really give me nothing to say, you leave me absolutely speechless.  I am considering Scotts suggestion for an ode to his truck but I could use some more begging and pleading.   I think this whole blogging thing may be growing on me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Blooming better today!LLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114726612624727232?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114726612624727232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114726612624727232' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114726612624727232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114726612624727232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-ode-to-cassidy.html' title='MY ODE TO CASSIDY'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114717775461361219</id><published>2006-05-09T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T08:29:14.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom Where You Are Planted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bloom Where You Are Planted&lt;/a&gt; ...........&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess I have to make a new post because I had a couple comments.  Oh yay, I am soooo excited, can ya tell.  We started our "youth leader" bible study last night.  Even though we never really talked anything about the bible and we all weren't youth leaders.  I think we started off a little shaky but I have faith that it will turn into a wonderful study of the bible.  It is good to hang out and do absolutely nothing and listen to Scott do Seinfield comedy hour though.    I really apologize for my lack of imaginative posting, I really have got nothin!  Someone should give me a daily topic to talk about, or else I will have to make random comments.   The 1997 Jack Nicholson film "As Good As It Gets", is known in China as "Mr. Cat Poop." I bet nobody new that.  What is with chopsticks?  ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am ranking this the lamest post ever!  I think I am having anxiety over this posting thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELP ....Failing To Bloom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114717775461361219?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114717775461361219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114717775461361219' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114717775461361219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114717775461361219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/bloom-where-you-are-planted.html' title='Bloom Where You Are Planted'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745491.post-114709537737361867</id><published>2006-05-08T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:36:17.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE NO IDEA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OK, first of all, I was commenting on Cassidy's blog and for some reason it made me create my own blog.  I am apologizing for my lack of creativity in this field.  This would be my first blog and I have no idea what I am doing.  I just basically did this so I could comment on Cassidy's blog.  I would like however,  to say a huge Shmanks to my new fam.  I love all of you guys and I have been having an awesome time!  You guys have opened a whole new love of life for me that I think I may have been missing before.  I am so thankful that I went to Bama.  God works in amazing ways!  I know that was really smushy but I had to get it out. sniff sniff.  That just reminded me of Kirks sniff song.  Anyway, this is my 1st and possibly could be my only if I have no one comment.   I know I have at least a couple of my new friends that had better comment or else!!!!!!!!  pps  Bloom where you are planted and people will feed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745491-114709537737361867?l=bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/feeds/114709537737361867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27745491&amp;postID=114709537737361867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114709537737361867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27745491/posts/default/114709537737361867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloom-where-you-are-planted.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I HAVE NO IDEA!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04691851615511279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STjkc1vM8sA/TodQKRBTFWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4LhdFNGoxhk/s220/302024_256557271046019_196249607076786_664837_127648512_n%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
