<?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-3479560244072831064</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:03:27.703-06:00</updated><category term='GRE'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='pumpkin spice'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Grad school'/><category term='MU'/><category term='Ocean Zen'/><category term='hoodies'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='song'/><category term='Secret Santa'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='gummi bears'/><category term='Apple Butter'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Facing the Giants'/><category term='Masquerade'/><category term='Little Rock'/><category term='John Mayer'/><category term='hometown'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Corey Crowder'/><category term='Insurance'/><category term='Fireproof'/><category term='Election'/><category term='Louisville'/><category term='Hammons Field'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='girls'/><category term='Younglife'/><category term='london'/><category term='My Fair Lady'/><category term='Young professional'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='reading'/><category term='muffins'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='soup'/><category term='children'/><category term='endtimes'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='newspaper'/><category term='wife'/><category term='sore throat'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Mudhouse'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='blog'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='life'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='latte'/><category term='Proverbs'/><category term='cinnamon'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Flickr'/><category term='husband'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Zio&apos;s'/><category term='candy corn'/><category term='snow'/><category term='The Bean'/><category term='leaves'/><title type='text'>What's next?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2237834707427638453</id><published>2009-09-19T09:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:48:30.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I know I've been a terrible blogger. I'm not really sure what I've been doing that has kept me from jotting a quick note. Since the last time I blogged, I have been to Arizona for Capernaum camp, finished a year at AGFIS and still going strong, and I've been taking more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from my friend Ashlee's wedding. I really liked the color of these flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTrorf7D1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jBi4Vte8BFg/s1600-h/Ashlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTrorf7D1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jBi4Vte8BFg/s400/Ashlee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186538718498642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked how this turned out from the Springfield Cardinals game. I love Friday night fireworks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTsdZfmDvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R9iYhYUkpNs/s1600-h/Fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTsdZfmDvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R9iYhYUkpNs/s400/Fireworks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383187444418350834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture from Capernaum camp in Arizona. It's my friend Robert with his toys. The weather was amazing and it was one of the best weeks of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTtWlb4_wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UPRin1x_sqI/s1600-h/Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTtWlb4_wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UPRin1x_sqI/s400/Robert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383188426876583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was neat even though it's a little blurry. It's my friend Charlotte with her neighbor's dog, Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTt9zTOR6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bl0BcGTBYcQ/s1600-h/Harley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTt9zTOR6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bl0BcGTBYcQ/s400/Harley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383189100613224354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from a wedding I shot with my good friends Zach and Sarah Henderson. They are amazing photographers in the KC Area. Check out some of their work &lt;a href="http://meetthehendersons.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; I had a great time seeing how they do what they do and had the chance to get some great shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTp5w5quyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nBIWwtWbiZs/s1600-h/IMG_5184%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTp5w5quyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nBIWwtWbiZs/s400/IMG_5184%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383184633203178274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am taking my cousin's senior pictures and I'll probably add a few more later. Here's one of Betsy that might possibly be my favorite! She's so beautiful and so photogenic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTurY0FcdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Z2KS7C1dUM/s1600-h/IMG_5016%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTurY0FcdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Z2KS7C1dUM/s400/IMG_5016%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383189883777282514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the pictures...sorry for such a delay in posting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2237834707427638453?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2237834707427638453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2237834707427638453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2237834707427638453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2237834707427638453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/09/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SrTrorf7D1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jBi4Vte8BFg/s72-c/Ashlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-50617606541437878</id><published>2009-05-28T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:06:54.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>A John Mayer song has been on my mind lately. I'll post the lyrics. It's called "Love Song for No One." I don't mean to be Debbie Downer, but I really have been tired of being single lately. I know that there are others who are feeling the same out there. I also know that God has someone in particular picked out for me. I just pray that He brings him to me soon or helps me get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staying home alone on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;Flat on the floor looking back&lt;br /&gt;On old love&lt;br /&gt;Or lack thereof&lt;br /&gt;After all the crushes are faded&lt;br /&gt;And all my wishful thinking was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm jaded&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;Get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching all my days just to find you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Staying up all night just to write&lt;br /&gt;A love song for no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You'll be so good&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-50617606541437878?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/50617606541437878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=50617606541437878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/50617606541437878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/50617606541437878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-7325492908325222757</id><published>2009-05-07T10:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:47:34.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammons Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Do you remember the 21st night of September?</title><content type='html'>When I cannot think of things to write about, I decide to post pictures. So here are a couple of pictures I've taken and then edited. There are more on my Flickr - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizkat/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my roommate and her boyfriend...I added texture to the picture in Photoshop. If you click on the picture so it becomes larger you can really see the texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333107439407909042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SgMA9crmyLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pp6pBzmgWiU/s400/Piper%26Curtis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Sarah, who is now married to my friend Zach. She's beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333107987701747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SgMBdXPCzfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EgGAtIAyvFE/s400/Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Hammons Field in Springfield. I thought allowing the color to show only where the letters were would be neat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108584512747842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SgMCAGh3-UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WTz26Pa5uek/s400/HammonsField.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-7325492908325222757?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7325492908325222757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=7325492908325222757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/7325492908325222757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/7325492908325222757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-remember-21st-night-of-september.html' title='Do you remember the 21st night of September?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SgMA9crmyLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pp6pBzmgWiU/s72-c/Piper%26Curtis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2351104819153210237</id><published>2009-04-20T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:57:33.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latte'/><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>I love coffee. I just thought I'd share. This is one of my favorite things to drink....a caramel latte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Se01I5UuKvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CnvCnwZpwCg/s1600-h/Latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Se01I5UuKvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CnvCnwZpwCg/s400/Latte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972361192123122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Se01l9X683I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CYmFMeKRjmY/s1600-h/Latte2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Se01l9X683I/AAAAAAAAAE8/CYmFMeKRjmY/s400/Latte2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972860495491954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been uploading pictures onto Flickr...here's the web address to check them out - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizkat/"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/lizkat/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2351104819153210237?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2351104819153210237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2351104819153210237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2351104819153210237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2351104819153210237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/04/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Se01I5UuKvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CnvCnwZpwCg/s72-c/Latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-8820770914832279470</id><published>2009-03-27T17:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:52:33.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad school'/><title type='text'>Bean-ie Baby!</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the delay in updating! I've been slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's been going on...I found out that I did not get accepted into the graduate program at MU. I was pretty devastated when I read the letter, but after I let it soak in I have been able to understand that God has better plans for me. Maybe right now I am not supposed to go or maybe He has a completely different plan for me. I've been trying to figure out what is the next step. Should I apply again? Should I take some graphic design classes and GRE again? Or should I just not apply again at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing that I have a good job right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has been going on you may wonder? Well, my friend Jenny and I went to St. Louis/Chicago/Indiana last week. We took the MegaBus from St. Louis to Chicago and then a train from there to South Bend, IN for our friend Amy's wedding. It was a beautiful wedding! It was great to see how focused on God Adam and Amy are and how that is what they wanted to convey through their wedding. They used a couple of Dave Barnes songs during the ceremony and for the unity candle had a friend sing "Center" by Charlie Hall. I love the words to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would add a few pictures from the wedding and in Chicago. The first one is a slice of Chicago-style pizza at Giordano's! Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1Zg572B9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/r3Nr9hDna8U/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1Zg572B9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/r3Nr9hDna8U/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318005156836935634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chloe. Amy's neice and flowergirl at the wedding. She was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1bCvguhjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kN-BhsmVZK4/s1600-h/Chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1bCvguhjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kN-BhsmVZK4/s400/Chloe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318006837666022962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Jen and I with Amy...Beautiful girls!! I love them so much! Jen and I are in black dresses because we were part of the "Women of Grace" and "Men of Honor" that sat on the stage during the ceremony. It was neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1hyB83TZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q-ZpNo1gA6s/s1600-h/LizAmyJen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1hyB83TZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q-ZpNo1gA6s/s400/LizAmyJen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318014247139495314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd add this picture too... This is Kristin, Amy, Jessica and Amber - they met at missionary training before they all went to Europe. (Amber, if you're reading this, I will send you more pictures, but I thought if you wanted to you could save this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1j-akGSzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0ZRlDperIeI/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1j-akGSzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0ZRlDperIeI/s400/IMG_0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318016658928192306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few hours to spend in Chicago before our return bus on Sunday. We, of course, went to The Bean!! This thing is so neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1k_46un7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CN4G-c2YHns/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1k_46un7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CN4G-c2YHns/s400/IMG_1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318017783767670706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got a bit artsy on this one...I think it turned out pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3379513958_469587d0dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3379513958_469587d0dc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3379513958_7c5be26b99_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-8820770914832279470?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8820770914832279470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=8820770914832279470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/8820770914832279470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/8820770914832279470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/bean-ie-baby.html' title='Bean-ie Baby!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/Sc1Zg572B9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/r3Nr9hDna8U/s72-c/IMG_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2506637670947712722</id><published>2009-03-05T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:38:47.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean Zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zio&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>My 23rd birthday has come and gone. It does make me a bit sad the one day a year all about me is over. That sentence makes me sound self-centered, but it's true. Each person's birthday is their special day. The day of their first breath and glimpse of the world. Don't hear me wrong, it was a great day. I bought myself Starbucks, a friend at work took me to Ocean Zen for lunch and my old roommate, Kristen, and her husband, Chris, took me to dinner at Zio's.  I guess I am just sad that it is over and I have to wait another year for it to come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2506637670947712722?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2506637670947712722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2506637670947712722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2506637670947712722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2506637670947712722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-6536067551769420994</id><published>2009-02-24T09:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:18:20.979-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Younglife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sore throat'/><title type='text'>I feel sick...awful, awful sick...</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. If you've been around me in the last few days you would be able to know that I am not feeling well. I haven't been able to talk very well because if feels as if my throat is closing in on itself. When I woke up this morning, my throat hurt...more than it has ever hurt before. It kind of freaked me out. By the time I got to work I could barely speak above a whisper. This is not good when your job relies on answering a phone. Thankfully another girl could answer calls for me. I called the doctor, but my doctor is not in the office today so I will have to see her tomorrow. My voice is still very hoarse and scratchy, but it does feel a little better...I might be imagining it or the Advil might be kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is anything new going on with me. I work and do Younglife...and I hang out with friends when possible. I do have a birthday coming up in a week. It doesn't really seem like a big deal. 23 is just another number, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get back to work now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-6536067551769420994?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6536067551769420994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=6536067551769420994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/6536067551769420994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/6536067551769420994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-sickawful-awful-sick.html' title='I feel sick...awful, awful sick...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-8588479805677295915</id><published>2009-01-28T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:03:14.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gummi bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy corn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>The past few days have made me miss being in school. It's been icy and snowy, but unfortunately with a real job in the real world you don't get snow days as easily. I actually went in a few hours late today because I had to clean off my car. It was my own snow day, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like it was time for an update and I thought I would list some of the things that I love. I thought it might be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanilla yogurt covered raisins&lt;br /&gt;Sweet tea&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies with friends&lt;br /&gt;Baking&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Seeing movies in the theater&lt;br /&gt;Musicals&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon on most anything&lt;br /&gt;Caramel lattes&lt;br /&gt;Friends the TV show and real people&lt;br /&gt;Kickboxing&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;The smell of baking cookies&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;Little dogs&lt;br /&gt;Text messaging&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Bears&lt;br /&gt;Candy Corn&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Dolce Lattes&lt;br /&gt;Watching snow fall&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are just a few of the things that I love...it makes me happy to think about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-8588479805677295915?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8588479805677295915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=8588479805677295915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/8588479805677295915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/8588479805677295915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-5025285433196217375</id><published>2009-01-08T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:09:08.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2009! Where did 2008 go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I graduated from college and now have a real job. All in this last year. I am a real live person now! I became a licensed insurance producer, a notary public and I pay my own health insurance. I'm an adult! The thing is, though, I still feel like such a kid. I think I will always be a kid at heart. There is some immaturity in me that I don't think I'll ever outgrow, and I wouldn't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-5025285433196217375?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5025285433196217375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=5025285433196217375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/5025285433196217375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/5025285433196217375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2024091305152475507</id><published>2008-12-27T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:29:09.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>I've been missing a lot of things lately. I guess I've been missing people more than certain things. I miss the way things were. I don't really know how to expand on this right now. When I figure that out, maybe I'll write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2024091305152475507?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2024091305152475507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2024091305152475507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2024091305152475507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2024091305152475507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-6995963157901112876</id><published>2008-12-15T09:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:45:04.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masquerade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Fair Lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Santa'/><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>The last month has been a little bit busy for me. Before Thanksgiving I attended a Masquerade with some friends. It was really fun to get all dressed up. The Masquerade was put on by a friend of mine and her team that has visited Vietnam a couple of times. It was a fundraiser for an organization called Giving It Back To Kids and they raise money for orphanages in Vietnam. The event was neat, they had a jazz combo playing while a silent auction was going on. Then a live auction, followed by dancing! We were taught how to Scottish and square dance. It reminded me of dancing back in Jane Austen's time. The cheorographed moves that everyone knows...it would have been lovely to live in that time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a professional picture that was taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcZvwtKgZI/AAAAAAAAADU/X1xYaAv3-Ag/s1600-h/Masquerade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcZvwtKgZI/AAAAAAAAADU/X1xYaAv3-Ag/s400/Masquerade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217396434076050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mandy and I with our masks on...Do you know which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcgFD8lmNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8ty_n8H1vcg/s1600-h/MandyLiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcgFD8lmNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8ty_n8H1vcg/s400/MandyLiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280224359446059218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are getting ready to head to the Masquerade...Mandy, Andrea, Jenny and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcgFZ0yCkI/AAAAAAAAADk/-Fk3Wnt-mj0/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcgFZ0yCkI/AAAAAAAAADk/-Fk3Wnt-mj0/s400/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280224365318900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottish dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcgFSITq0I/AAAAAAAAADs/rRcWtpSN4oI/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcgFSITq0I/AAAAAAAAADs/rRcWtpSN4oI/s400/dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280224363253312322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Thanksgiving in Louisville, Ky with my amazingly, wonderful friends Amanda and Jory. Although it was the first Thanksgiving that I did not spend with my family, it was probably one of the best Thanksgivings I've had. I enjoyed meeting my friends' new friends. I have to make sure that they are being taken care of since they are so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisville is a very beautiful city. We drove around and looked at some of the old houses...they were so neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of the houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcjFUWxrZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WYKKdQNL4CM/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcjFUWxrZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WYKKdQNL4CM/s400/DSC02075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280227662385753490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcjF1OCPUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pp6XGtG9mWY/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcjF1OCPUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pp6XGtG9mWY/s400/DSC02087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280227671207460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Churchill Downs and watched a few horse races!! I felt just like Audrey Hepburn from My Fair Lady..."Come on, Dover!" The only bad thing about my trip was when my heater wasn't working very well on the seven hour drive home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back, we've had a few Christmas parties at work...oh the delicious food! We had a secret Santa gift exchange and my secret Santa did a great job of fooling me. I had no idea that it was Mandy until the last day. She ended up giving me a stovetop espresso maker on the last day, which I am excited to use!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thing that has happened in the last month or so, was taking the GRE on Saturday. This is the test I have to take before I can apply to graduate school. I had to get a certain score to even be able to apply...and I got it!! I actually scored 20 points above it!! I had hoped to do even better than that...but it works! Now I have to finish filling out my applications and send everything in before January 1!! It stinks that I won't find anything out until the end of February or March...I will be waiting anxiously until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas...it's almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-6995963157901112876?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6995963157901112876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=6995963157901112876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/6995963157901112876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/6995963157901112876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SUcZvwtKgZI/AAAAAAAAADU/X1xYaAv3-Ag/s72-c/Masquerade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-4264258824378357830</id><published>2008-11-18T10:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:55:44.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey Crowder'/><title type='text'>Here's Looking At You, Kid</title><content type='html'>I felt in the mood to post some lyrics to a song by Corey Crowder. It's called "Here's Looking At You, Kid." If you haven't heard of Corey Crowder you should search for him on iTunes or YouTube. He's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep on driving so we can talk a while&lt;br /&gt;I know I could drive all night just to stay here with you&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night we’ll embrace and stare at the star filled night&lt;br /&gt;Would it be alright if we didn’t say goodbye this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill wait and wonder when our next time will be&lt;br /&gt;Ill see you next week, hopefullyI wish it were sooner&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my trip we’ll embrace and stare at the star filled night&lt;br /&gt;Would it be alright if we didn’t say goodbye this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we’re away I feel a distance I can’t take&lt;br /&gt;Watching you drive away, oh it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Have no worries&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a bit over anxious&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a little impatient&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night next time after we look at the star filled night&lt;br /&gt;Can we escape to a far away land where we will forever remain&lt;br /&gt;Living as one and walking hand in hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-4264258824378357830?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4264258824378357830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=4264258824378357830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/4264258824378357830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/4264258824378357830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-looking-at-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s Looking At You, Kid'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-7991140773860754257</id><published>2008-11-05T09:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:30:28.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Leaves will change, but my heart remains the same...</title><content type='html'>With the outcome of the election, interesting conversation has sparked in our office. Some ladies were talking about this being a strong sign of the endtimes. When people talk about Jesus coming back soon, it always makes me think about the things that I want to do before I spend eternity in Heaven. I know that it is going to be great, but I guess my human instinct makes me want to finish and tie up loose ends before I leave this world. The main thing that consumes my thoughts is wanting to find Mr. Right, get married and have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to want to experience these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me feels like a bad Christian for wanting these experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think God would place a strong desire in my heart just to keep it from me. I need to step back and remember that God is in control. He knows what is best for me. He has someone chosen for me already and I need to trust that He will bring this guy to me when He feels it is the right time...not when I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-7991140773860754257?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7991140773860754257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=7991140773860754257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/7991140773860754257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/7991140773860754257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaves-will-change-but-my-heart-remains.html' title='Leaves will change, but my heart remains the same...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-3922191095157938928</id><published>2008-10-30T14:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:35:35.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>HMO, PPO, IRA,...</title><content type='html'>It's official...I can sell Life, Health, Property and Casualty insurance. I took the Life and Health test today and passed! It's great to have passed the tests the first time around, but I still am finding it rather strange that I am licensed in insurance. I guess it's because I never would have thought I would do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was taking the test today, it was difficult to concentrate. One reason was because I was very tired, but the other reason was my eyes. I don't know exactly what has been going on with them, but they are watering constantly and they hurt. They might hurt because of tiredness. I am going to the eye doctor on Saturday, so I hope nothing is wrong and if there is that the doctor will know what to do. I am excited, though, to be able to use my health insurance benefits! I think I should have taken advantage of my parents' insurance while I had it, but I'm glad to have my own now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-3922191095157938928?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3922191095157938928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=3922191095157938928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/3922191095157938928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/3922191095157938928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmo-ppo-ira.html' title='HMO, PPO, IRA,...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2854572174700562351</id><published>2008-10-23T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:04:20.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facing the Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireproof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Oh, boy!</title><content type='html'>My old roommate, Lauren, and I saw the movie Fireproof last weekend. The movie was about this couple having marital problems and the role of a husband in a marriage. It was made by the same people who made Facing the Giants. At first, I was a bit skeptical of the movie because it was a bit cheesy, but as I was watching I realized how God was speaking to me through it. Lately, I have been so distracted by the thought of having a boyfriend and getting married. While watching this movie, I felt like God was telling me that I am not ready to be married. There are so many things about myself that I still need to learn before I could ever think about sharing the rest of my life with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Lauren and I both shared with each other what God was showing us through it and it was very similar. Then this week in Lauren's Bible study, God reaffirmed the things that we were talking about. She e-mailed the Bible study question to me and I want to share it with whoever will read it. Sorry that it is lengthy, but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;Dear Compass, I am confused as to how to find a husband. What are rules for dating? How long should you date before getting married? What are the characteristics someone should look for in a spouse? What are the 'deal-breakers?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;In today's secular world, dating could be viewed as 'practice for divorce.' A typical person begins to date someone who they believe will meet all their needs. But after a while, for myriads of usually self-centered reasons, they 'break up.' The process of dating and breaking up is repeated over and over until the solution to every relationship problem is to start over. Eventually two people hang in there long enough and get married. The husband expects his new wife to never change and the wife expects her husband will change—a recipe for disaster. When the honeymoon fades, problems arise, and from past experience the cure is known, practiced over and over during dating— it's time to 'break up.' But in marriage it's called divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible offers a quite different model for relationships. First and foremost the Bible teaches that no human can fulfill another human's needs. Only God can do that. So the first principle in finding a spouse is not to try to find someone to meet your needs. Rather, wait for God to bring a Biblically oriented person into your life. Someone who trusts Jesus fully in every area. How they love God is a good indication of how they will love you. Being attracted to someone is good. But true love is not an emotion. It is an act of will. For you, as a Believer, to say, 'I love you,' means you are saying, 'I will allow God to love you through me, using me anyway He wishes.' If a guy says to you, 'I love the Lord Jesus Christ. I want to serve Him. I want you by my side for the rest of my God ordained days and for us to serve Him together. I want to love you (act not emotion), provide for you and have all the children God will bless us with,' pray about accepting his offer. It doesn't matter if he's rich or poor, fat or thin, tall or short, black or white or what age he is. You have a great opportunity to have an awesome Christ-centered marriage. You don't HAVE to take the offer, but you have found a potential husband who will lead you spiritually with incredible joy in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the context of the above, any list of 'deal-breakers' should include (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1) God is not first in his life.&lt;br /&gt;Just because he goes to church doesn't mean he's a God-first guy. What's his testimony? What's he been like since he became a Believer? Does scripture drive his life? Does he know what he believes and can he defend it scripturally? Is he looking for a scripturally solid, biblically sound, Christ-loving bride? If he is prideful, opposite of humble, decline to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2) His flesh is uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;If at any time he pushes inappropriate behavior, he is telling you he is not 'God first.' Most guys will see where the girl's lines are drawn. A guy who lets God establish where the lines should be drawn is exceptional. If he is a man given to anger, decline to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3) He has no direction.&lt;br /&gt;If he has no job, no education, no vision, no idea what he wants to do... he's just 'trusting God,' he's a loser. Move on. The Bible clearly says to get your act together before you take on a wife and home. He may be a great husband one day, but not yet. And don't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4) He doesn't respect his parents.&lt;br /&gt;God says we are to honor our fathers and mothers, so any guy who doesn't do that is ignoring a clear scriptural command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5) Your parents object.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether or not your parents are solid believers, if they say this guy is bad news, listen!. As hard as it would be, assume God is talking though your parents. Most likely you're missing something that they see. God gave us parents to protect us as we grow up. (BTW- Any dad who doesn't take an active role in checking out a prospective suitor for his daughter is not much of a protector. Too often a dad takes more of an interest in who's borrowing his car or boat than in who's taking out his daughter for a test drive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding how long you should date-&lt;br /&gt;You should make it clear that you are not interested in dating. Rather, you are interested in finding a Godly mate. That'll weed out non-Christians and most weak Christians. Stick to your guns regardless of how long it takes. God wants you to keep your eyes on the long term, not the short term. When you have found the Godly man who captures your heart, get engaged, set the date with enough time to plan the wedding, and get married. Long engagements are rarely good. If you can't get married for a year, don't get engaged. Age is not really a factor... many who marry late in life crash and burn. Many who marry young stay married forever. Success has everything to do with having a doctrinally sound, God-centered marriage and little else.&lt;br /&gt;God has designed you to be a helper to your husband. So when you evaluate your prospective husband, seeing some areas where he has short-comings is a plus. Those are areas where you may be used as a great complement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, pray. Pray like crazy. Pray without ceasing (1 Thes 5:17). Pray for your husband now, even though you don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov. 31:12 'She does him good and not evil all the days of her life.'&lt;br /&gt;'All the days of her life' would include BEFORE you get married, before you know who he is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2854572174700562351?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2854572174700562351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2854572174700562351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2854572174700562351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2854572174700562351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-boy.html' title='Oh, boy!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-9071148181887168829</id><published>2008-10-13T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:12:00.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Butter'/><title type='text'>Hometown Glory</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was the big festival in my hometown called Apple Butter Makin' Days. I can't remember ever missing the event in all my years. It was the fifth year I've been back since I graduated from high school. It still is a bit strange to go back home for it, but through the years it feels less strange. Seeing people I went to high school with, but not knowing what to talk about with them is part of what makes it strange or awkward. I had fun and just enjoyed a piece of toast with delicious apple butter on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Butter Makin' Days always gets me ready for Fall. Even though it was 80 degrees this weekend, I am definitely ready for the leaves to change to the vibrant reds, oranges and yellows and fall from the trees. I'm ready for cooler temperatures. I'm ready to wear hoodies. I'm ready to enjoy cups of hot tea. I'm ready for chili and potato soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'day to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-9071148181887168829?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/9071148181887168829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=9071148181887168829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/9071148181887168829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/9071148181887168829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/10/hometown-glory.html' title='Hometown Glory'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-4289913795123027279</id><published>2008-10-09T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:59:44.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Spice Muffins</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd leave a quick post about these amazing muffins that I made. My friend Emily has made them before and I adore them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably the easiest recipe ever! All you do is take a Spice Cake mix and a can of pumpkin and mix them together. You don't add the eggs or oil or anything! Then pour the mixture in muffin tins and bake at 325 degrees for about 20 min. They are incredible!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-4289913795123027279?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4289913795123027279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=4289913795123027279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/4289913795123027279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/4289913795123027279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-spice-muffins.html' title='Pumpkin Spice Muffins'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-1647729650629028100</id><published>2008-09-29T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:27:21.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>The beginning of my weekend started off well. I had my property and casualty licensing exam bright and early at 8 a.m. I finished within an hour and a half with flying colors. That's right, I am licensed to sell insurance now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working the whole day, Jenny and I headed out for a four hour excursion to Little Rock, Arkansas. We went to visit our friend Ashley who now lives and works in accounting in LR. It was a great girly-girl weekend filled with shopping, eating, and catching up. So often I wish that we didn't have to grow up and could stay in the college-age where we didn't have a ton of responsibility. We could stay up late spending time with people and then skip class if we were still tired. Too bad we do grow up...well, kind of grow up. I may have a more adult job now, but I don't think I am really that grown up. It was wonderful to spend the weekend not having to worry about anything except having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-1647729650629028100?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1647729650629028100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=1647729650629028100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/1647729650629028100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/1647729650629028100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2582243220047244971</id><published>2008-09-16T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:44:12.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SNA2kpbwm2I/AAAAAAAAACs/8pFiHBVsx3I/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SNA2kpbwm2I/AAAAAAAAACs/8pFiHBVsx3I/s400/IMG_2514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246753569112103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things I love about Fall...candy corn and candy pumpkins!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2582243220047244971?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2582243220047244971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2582243220047244971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2582243220047244971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2582243220047244971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/09/deliciousness.html' title='Deliciousness'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SNA2kpbwm2I/AAAAAAAAACs/8pFiHBVsx3I/s72-c/IMG_2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-2614425401539530630</id><published>2008-09-14T16:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:45:43.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Capabilities</title><content type='html'>As I sit here at Kaldi's reading my property and casualty insurance book, I am overwhelmed by the idea of insurance and the thought of taking my licensing test. I'm not sure I know what I'm doing. Am I capable of selling insurance? I feel like I've stumbled into this and haven't taken the time to process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has really had me thinking about all of the things I do either out of habit or without much thought. How often do I drive somewhere and when I get there not remember using my turn signal or watching stoplights? One of the worst things I do (some would consider it not such a good thing) is getting on my computer and automatically logging into Facebook. Why has it become such an obsession to know what other people are doing 24/7? Or who has been writing on so-in-so's wall? Or seeing if anyone has commented on my own wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habits are hard to break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-2614425401539530630?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2614425401539530630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=2614425401539530630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2614425401539530630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/2614425401539530630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/09/insurance-capabilities.html' title='Insurance Capabilities'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-3053731283747795895</id><published>2008-09-10T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:58:41.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young professional'/><title type='text'>Young Professional?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday morning I, along with fellow new employees, had breakfast with the executives of our company, AG Financial. The breakfast consisted of chatting with the executives while munching on bagels and fruit. It made me feel grown up and professional. I had a good time and even made a couple of the execs laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I left AGF and headed to the office. On the way I decided to make a stop at the Mudhouse because I had not been there in a long time and it was on my way. While I was waiting in line, a girl behind me started talking to me. She began by asking me which drink I preferred. Being the friendly person that I am, I obliged her and answered. I went on to say that the Mudhouse is one of my favorite places and since I was on my way to work I thought I would stop. This girl continued asking me questions about my job and I, of course, answered. I thought it was a bit strange, but continued in the conversation. She then asked if I had a business card. Unfortunately, I do not and was weirded out by the question. To this she went on to say that there is a young professionals banquet coming up and asked if I might want to attend. Apparently, there will be young people, such as myself (she said), who are looking to network with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't thought of myself as a young professional until this incident. I guess being a twenty-something with a full-time job in insurance would make me a 'young professional.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm growing up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-3053731283747795895?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3053731283747795895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=3053731283747795895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/3053731283747795895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/3053731283747795895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-professional.html' title='Young Professional?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479560244072831064.post-3877467722502550479</id><published>2008-09-08T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:12:19.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of something new</title><content type='html'>Hello friends, new and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post on this blog. I cannot make any promises that it will stay up to date, but I will surely try. This is all I am going to write for now until I have more time and am not working :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479560244072831064-3877467722502550479?l=ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3877467722502550479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479560244072831064&amp;postID=3877467722502550479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/3877467722502550479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479560244072831064/posts/default/3877467722502550479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderingsofliz.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-of-something-new.html' title='Start of something new'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242486540888985894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QFudR8LWU/SM--8iVg9-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/F4Nxfmq8jvI/S220/starbucks1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
