<?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-14085326</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:12:49.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne's Second Estate</title><subtitle type='html'>A web log of my thoughts, activities, life....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>702</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-438590716914618130</id><published>2011-06-05T18:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:55:49.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huFXinp738g/TewkquK2E0I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/gbHESCXHu3k/s1600/suzjpicnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huFXinp738g/TewkquK2E0I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/gbHESCXHu3k/s400/suzjpicnic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614903151790789442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a picnic for children's ministry partners. It felt like it was about 100 degrees, but we sat in the shade and little buddy had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVM8rIY_uCI/TewkkZA9LyI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Gkp5vF2T5Hc/s1600/suzjpicnic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVM8rIY_uCI/TewkkZA9LyI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Gkp5vF2T5Hc/s400/suzjpicnic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614903043032952610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a good picture of his new summer outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JxBB-XSuBk/TewkbuxFlUI/AAAAAAAAB2A/HVDn35j58eU/s1600/kevjpicnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JxBB-XSuBk/TewkbuxFlUI/AAAAAAAAB2A/HVDn35j58eU/s400/kevjpicnic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614902894253151554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-438590716914618130?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/438590716914618130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=438590716914618130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/438590716914618130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/438590716914618130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/06/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-huFXinp738g/TewkquK2E0I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/gbHESCXHu3k/s72-c/suzjpicnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5438403565041929834</id><published>2011-05-11T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:51:12.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiWq6pIvviY/TcrvYKh-CiI/AAAAAAAAB10/XEneeAHmBDM/s1600/bdaysurprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiWq6pIvviY/TcrvYKh-CiI/AAAAAAAAB10/XEneeAHmBDM/s400/bdaysurprise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605555884638734882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Kevin's birthday and he left the planning up to me. We started the day with baked French toast and presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_F1MhaVOegw/Tcrus8BiyqI/AAAAAAAAB1k/sghm_kR-viw/s1600/distinguishedguest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_F1MhaVOegw/Tcrus8BiyqI/AAAAAAAAB1k/sghm_kR-viw/s400/distinguishedguest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605555142010260130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course, distinguished guests were invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETuNNwiiJWo/TcrumzE-jvI/AAAAAAAAB1c/n1HUbRtKRtQ/s1600/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETuNNwiiJWo/TcrumzE-jvI/AAAAAAAAB1c/n1HUbRtKRtQ/s400/front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605555036529528562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dropped Litte J off at Grandma's and headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.denver.woodhousespas.com/"&gt;Woodhouse Day Spa&lt;/a&gt; for massages. Relaxation was the order of the day since Kevin has been crazy busy with work and has kids camp coming up this weekend. It was a gorgeous day, so we walked around downtown Denver before enjoying a delicious dinner at the Wynkoop Brewery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79zIKMXHPO0/TcruXDJFAtI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6K0slXPsUSA/s1600/shortcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79zIKMXHPO0/TcruXDJFAtI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6K0slXPsUSA/s400/shortcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605554765963789010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was back to Kevin's parents' house for strawberry shortcake dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ-Qx84D2mk/TcruQTaiHII/AAAAAAAAB1E/WVF1adbB_9k/s1600/zonked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ-Qx84D2mk/TcruQTaiHII/AAAAAAAAB1E/WVF1adbB_9k/s400/zonked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605554650072882306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day, and someone was worn out from all the festivities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5438403565041929834?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5438403565041929834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5438403565041929834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5438403565041929834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5438403565041929834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/kevins-birthday-bash.html' title='Kevin&apos;s Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiWq6pIvviY/TcrvYKh-CiI/AAAAAAAAB10/XEneeAHmBDM/s72-c/bdaysurprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7692102820440651178</id><published>2011-05-09T23:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:21:22.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZNufnP_h4/TcjHznEgVPI/AAAAAAAAB08/q1rKR9Vnpr0/s1600/grandmamday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZNufnP_h4/TcjHznEgVPI/AAAAAAAAB08/q1rKR9Vnpr0/s400/grandmamday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604949425737716978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe one year ago Kevin and I were just getting back from Washington where we'd told my family that we were going to have a baby. This mother's day, I got to kiss and hold and love on that baby. He even signed my Mother's Day card (with Kevin's help). We just had to share all that cuteness and love, so we visited my grandma.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Szht60apgJU/TcjHrwrZItI/AAAAAAAAB00/HFZHsUrh-kI/s1600/GrandmaSuzJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Szht60apgJU/TcjHrwrZItI/AAAAAAAAB00/HFZHsUrh-kI/s400/GrandmaSuzJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604949290877788882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah was a big hit at Grandma's assisted living facility. We got stopped every few feet for people to ooo and ah over how cute he was. As my 5-year-old nephew Ben said after visiting a year ago, "They like me there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9YNRAVCeH1o/TcjHiZZyqaI/AAAAAAAAB0s/50YRQGb2Jdc/s1600/theboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9YNRAVCeH1o/TcjHiZZyqaI/AAAAAAAAB0s/50YRQGb2Jdc/s400/theboys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604949130011126178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with Kevin's parents for Chinese food dinner and strawberry shortcake. I love this picture of three generations of Gosselin boys. I told Kevin it was very odd for Mother's Day to be celebrating ME. For so many years, Mother's Day was only about MY mom ... like her birthday. But I thoroughly enjoyed getting a little special treatment, and I especially enjoyed spending the day with the cool kid who made me a mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7692102820440651178?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7692102820440651178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7692102820440651178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7692102820440651178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7692102820440651178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-mothers-day.html' title='First Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZNufnP_h4/TcjHznEgVPI/AAAAAAAAB08/q1rKR9Vnpr0/s72-c/grandmamday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7826370845671693119</id><published>2011-05-06T14:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T17:08:04.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: Free at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a0QU3BodO8/TcRap7rgQGI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kLVsjlPCAKo/s1600/Day30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a0QU3BodO8/TcRap7rgQGI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kLVsjlPCAKo/s400/Day30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603703512797036642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people, we did it. This is Day 30. I wore this dress, cami and shoes from Maurice's on my birthday, but I hadn't used it as the actual daily outfit. We supposedly got a high of 76 today, so it was a perfect day for a springy dress. I wish Kevin and I could have figured out how to make this dress look as flattering on me as all dresses look on my &lt;a href="http://denisemorris.wordpress.com/"&gt;friend Denise&lt;/a&gt;. But we tried our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmKrPKupz4/TcRalEv2csI/AAAAAAAAB0c/HMzIfjSafUw/s1600/Day30-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmKrPKupz4/TcRalEv2csI/AAAAAAAAB0c/HMzIfjSafUw/s400/Day30-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603703429331841730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those close-ups Kevin has a tendency to sneak. But it does show off my new haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the challenge has ended, and I promised to tell you a few of the things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can stick with something for 30 days! This challenge required me to spend about an hour to an hour-and-a-half daily, between choosing my outfit, getting myself picture-ready and having a photo shoot. Now I'm inspired to think of what else I could do in an hour a day: a cooking challenge (cook a new dinner every day for 30 days), reading challenge, house project challenge, exercise challenge, etc.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't need THAT many clothes to look stylish each day. Coming up with the 30 outfits using my 30 existing items was surprisingly easy. I will be cleaning my closet out and getting rid of things I hardly wear. In addition, when I go shopping, I will better know which items would be versatile in my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How to wear a scarf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Posting a picture of oneself every day feels vain. No, I take that back; it IS vain. But it is vanity with a purpose (see point #5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can inspire others. I had half a dozen friends say that my challenge inspired them to get creative with their wardrobes and come up with at least one new outfit. (Hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Taking a picture of oneself every day is not fun after day #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Just because I am a new mom, I DO NOT have to stay in pajamas all day (at least not every day ;). There are benefits to taking the time to get ready each day, including feeling good about myself and looking good for my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you have a favorite outfit during this challenge? Did you try putting together an outfit of your own? Thanks, everyone, for playing along. Stay tuned for what I do next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7826370845671693119?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7826370845671693119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7826370845671693119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7826370845671693119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7826370845671693119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-30-free-at-last.html' title='Day 30: Free at Last'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a0QU3BodO8/TcRap7rgQGI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kLVsjlPCAKo/s72-c/Day30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8038183043872331326</id><published>2011-05-05T18:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:31:10.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: A Bit Giddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ov7qV3EnfH0/TcM_w6ms5bI/AAAAAAAAB0U/UW11nufQLD8/s1600/Day29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ov7qV3EnfH0/TcM_w6ms5bI/AAAAAAAAB0U/UW11nufQLD8/s400/Day29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392470976882098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, folks! One day left of the 30-Day Fashion Challenge, and I'm getting a little giddy. Can't you see it in my face? A combo I discovered an enjoyed during this challenge was wearing a spaghetti strap shirt over a t-shirt. It's something I hadn't tried before, but I think it's a way to make tops that you would normally only wear under jackets or sweaters more versatile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RXEteeIwHM/TcM_qVoALEI/AAAAAAAAB0M/r5-amopk2-w/s1600/Day29-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RXEteeIwHM/TcM_qVoALEI/AAAAAAAAB0M/r5-amopk2-w/s400/Day29-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392357971012674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's outfit 29 in all it's glory. Some pieces you've come to know and love. Those Big Star jeans from the Buckle. White t-shirt from Target. And floral top from the Gap. Would you like to know how I got this photo? Let's just say it involved my mantle, car keys and a baby bottle cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yreEI7duk3I/TcM_itA_IJI/AAAAAAAAB0E/W6Lyl4DOpuE/s1600/Day29-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yreEI7duk3I/TcM_itA_IJI/AAAAAAAAB0E/W6Lyl4DOpuE/s400/Day29-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603392226810863762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah and I went for a pretty long walk outside today. He enjoyed the sunshine and breeze, and he totally crashed when we got home and I put him to bed. Ah, the life of a baby. Tomorrow will be my last day of the challenge, so I'll write a recap. Until then ... be giddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8038183043872331326?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8038183043872331326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8038183043872331326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8038183043872331326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8038183043872331326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-29-bit-giddy.html' title='Day 29: A Bit Giddy'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ov7qV3EnfH0/TcM_w6ms5bI/AAAAAAAAB0U/UW11nufQLD8/s72-c/Day29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4852729634154856901</id><published>2011-05-04T23:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:34:56.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28: Out and About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIQ4lnN_nB0/TcI1HxWs3_I/AAAAAAAABz8/qNV4fkhYrko/s1600/Day28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIQ4lnN_nB0/TcI1HxWs3_I/AAAAAAAABz8/qNV4fkhYrko/s400/Day28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603099294026227698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to dinner at some friends, so I went with the Starbucks look. Let's face it; it's a classy look. The jean jacket from Gap did make it into one more picture. Khakis also by Gap and shirt from Maurice's. Shoes are Mudd from Famous Footwear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZGtEVzb7NA/TcI1APZ75qI/AAAAAAAABz0/3pa_6mxRUsA/s1600/Day28-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZGtEVzb7NA/TcI1APZ75qI/AAAAAAAABz0/3pa_6mxRUsA/s400/Day28-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603099164653905570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34w4_TH1nGQ/TcI05dJ2TmI/AAAAAAAABzs/-Zz-MkI7WXY/s1600/Day28-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34w4_TH1nGQ/TcI05dJ2TmI/AAAAAAAABzs/-Zz-MkI7WXY/s400/Day28-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603099048085442146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin loves his close-ups. I'm wearing Express earrings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4852729634154856901?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4852729634154856901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4852729634154856901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4852729634154856901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4852729634154856901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-28-out-and-about.html' title='Day 28: Out and About'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIQ4lnN_nB0/TcI1HxWs3_I/AAAAAAAABz8/qNV4fkhYrko/s72-c/Day28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6192000897830146127</id><published>2011-05-04T14:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:37:20.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTr1lD582ZM/TcG3bGYM-DI/AAAAAAAABzk/SQsfqR1H9To/s1600/Day27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTr1lD582ZM/TcG3bGYM-DI/AAAAAAAABzk/SQsfqR1H9To/s400/Day27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602961087622084658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received the chance I'd been yearning for to take the car, leave Josiah with Daddy and zip over to my friend Melissa's house for a walk. I love my baby, but boy did it feel good! Melissa took one look at me and said, "Getting sick of that challenge yet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can tell by the tone of your posts," she said. "It sounds like you've developed some animosity toward the challenge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right, on the account that having to be "picture ready" in a new outfit each day is tiresome. But overall I have loved the challenge. It's brought some very important things to my attention, which I plan to share with you on Day 30! In the meantime, my dear friend turned a sow's ear into a silk purse with these colorful photos. And she mentioned that she had not noticed the lace detail on this black cardigan from Express that I've worn several times during this challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm9Ea6myJz0/TcG3WyUyyuI/AAAAAAAABzc/42SkoqPbFVo/s1600/Day27-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm9Ea6myJz0/TcG3WyUyyuI/AAAAAAAABzc/42SkoqPbFVo/s400/Day27-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602961013519600354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans are Silvers from Maurice's (necklace and earrings are also from there). Shoes and white t-shirt from Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6192000897830146127?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6192000897830146127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6192000897830146127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6192000897830146127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6192000897830146127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-27-black-and-white.html' title='Day 27: Black and White'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTr1lD582ZM/TcG3bGYM-DI/AAAAAAAABzk/SQsfqR1H9To/s72-c/Day27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3464414367088372369</id><published>2011-05-03T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:30:02.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: Orange Makes Everything Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27EYqjEaRsA/TcAdY9Y38fI/AAAAAAAABzU/F9qinPkNfUQ/s1600/Day26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27EYqjEaRsA/TcAdY9Y38fI/AAAAAAAABzU/F9qinPkNfUQ/s400/Day26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602510251081855474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange is my favorite color. Consequently, this is one of my favorite outfits. I just feel happy when orange is involved. I have really loved this floral top from Old Navy. The orange shirt is from the Gap. The jeans are Silver from Maurice's. Yesterday I didn't wear shoes. I stayed warm and cozy inside all day, while it snowed outside ... on May 2. Gotta love Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was realizing how different my life is than it was before baby. There's the obvious — I'm staying home instead of working. But there are the little things, too, like the fact that I hardly ever jump into my car and zip out for a latte or to pick up something at the store or to visit a friend. Every outing is an event that I have to plan for, pack for and prepare for. I'm less agile than I used to be. I know this will change as J gets a little older and easier to deal with out of the home. Part of it could  be a lack of ambition on my part. But for now, I'm OK with the changes; it's just odd when I think I used to just jump in my car and zip here and there without a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3464414367088372369?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3464414367088372369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3464414367088372369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3464414367088372369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3464414367088372369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-26-favorite-color.html' title='Day 26: Orange Makes Everything Better'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27EYqjEaRsA/TcAdY9Y38fI/AAAAAAAABzU/F9qinPkNfUQ/s72-c/Day26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2368674879682470275</id><published>2011-05-01T17:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:41:43.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: Breath of Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UojOMi-qcE/Tb3slV9JKJI/AAAAAAAABzE/32DKfoTXjw8/s1600/Day24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UojOMi-qcE/Tb3slV9JKJI/AAAAAAAABzE/32DKfoTXjw8/s400/Day24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893637811677330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story. A couple of days ago, I remembered a top that I had chosen for my 30 items that I had not yet worn. The reason being, I had not seen it! So I went to my closet and looked beneath the "challenge" section, and sure enough, it had fallen off the hanger onto the floor. But let me tell you, it's awesome to have a fresh piece of clothing (metaphorical not literal, thankfully) to work with this late in the challenge. It's a tank from the Gap. I bought two of these last summer. The other is pink and green and can be seen in the photo below (from our Babymoon to Ouray).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7x_uyh2yEk/Tb3uidkROKI/AAAAAAAABzM/QumySs_npiY/s1600/momanddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7x_uyh2yEk/Tb3uidkROKI/AAAAAAAABzM/QumySs_npiY/s400/momanddad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601895787338479778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also wearing (in top photo) a brown cardigan and shoes from Target, jeans from the Buckle and a necklace from who-knows-where (but it's cute, right?) I got the earrings at Maurice's (shocker!).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gJXGhAl0lw/Tb3seqs3VXI/AAAAAAAABy8/8RnKXoPCzCE/s1600/Day24-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gJXGhAl0lw/Tb3seqs3VXI/AAAAAAAABy8/8RnKXoPCzCE/s400/Day24-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893523121460594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one thrown in for fun. My little boy is getting so big! Oh, and I'm taking today (Sunday) off. It might go against the rules, but I really needed a break. Plus, today would have been a classic case of "all dressed up with nowhere to go" since I've spent a quiet day at home. I hope you are also having a restful Sunday. New outfit tomorrow! (Only five more to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I just noticed you cannot see my earrings in the photos, but serendipitously, I am wearing the same pair in the Ouray photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2368674879682470275?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2368674879682470275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2368674879682470275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2368674879682470275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2368674879682470275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-25-breath-of-fresh-air.html' title='Day 25: Breath of Fresh Air'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UojOMi-qcE/Tb3slV9JKJI/AAAAAAAABzE/32DKfoTXjw8/s72-c/Day24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1450970681135076786</id><published>2011-04-29T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:01:40.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: The Write Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD5Zui8CbYs/TbuV4_Ot2CI/AAAAAAAABy0/ZqJKdww3_B0/s1600/Day24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD5Zui8CbYs/TbuV4_Ot2CI/AAAAAAAABy0/ZqJKdww3_B0/s400/Day24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601235367843715106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On any given day, this is where you might find me. At my computer writing. God has graciously provided a wide variety of freelance opportunities since I resigned from my full-time job to stay home with Little J. Continuing to write gives me a little sanity, or I should say sense of normalcy amid the changes. (I do not usually look this put together, however.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my Big Star jeans (love those!), top from Old Navy, sweater from Target and belt from the Buckle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1450970681135076786?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1450970681135076786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1450970681135076786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1450970681135076786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1450970681135076786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-24-write-stuff.html' title='Day 24: The Write Stuff'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD5Zui8CbYs/TbuV4_Ot2CI/AAAAAAAABy0/ZqJKdww3_B0/s72-c/Day24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7208265413084755828</id><published>2011-04-29T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:50:02.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: Improv-ing Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFt234_oGpk/TbuTBDZgmZI/AAAAAAAABys/F7P51Bh8NyQ/s1600/Day23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFt234_oGpk/TbuTBDZgmZI/AAAAAAAABys/F7P51Bh8NyQ/s400/Day23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601232207866796434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture's a little different, because, well, I'm getting tired of having my picture taken. But, I do have exciting news. Meet the newest improv troupe in town, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Know 1 in Particular.&lt;/span&gt; We had practice last night. This fledgling improv troupe will give its debut performance a week from today at a family talent night at our church. Stick Horses is still going strong, but this group offers the flexibility and ministry-focus Kevin and I were looking for in this season of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing an Express button-up shirt and Gap Khaki pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7208265413084755828?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7208265413084755828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7208265413084755828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7208265413084755828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7208265413084755828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-23-improv-ing-myself.html' title='Day 23: Improv-ing Myself'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFt234_oGpk/TbuTBDZgmZI/AAAAAAAABys/F7P51Bh8NyQ/s72-c/Day23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1076568983431069521</id><published>2011-04-28T09:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:32:34.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: Striped to Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIV4O2F8C-w/TbmE4i9mNiI/AAAAAAAAByk/khZBD1IrYyM/s1600/Day22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIV4O2F8C-w/TbmE4i9mNiI/AAAAAAAAByk/khZBD1IrYyM/s400/Day22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600653718604625442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like stripes. Once again, I waited until the end of the day to get my picture. At that point, settings are a bit limited, so forgive the baby clutter. This was my favorite photo of the outfit, but SOMEBODY wasn't ready for the picture. I'm wearing my Big Star jeans, striped tank from Old Navy and sweater from Target. I may not have been wearing shoes since I did not leave the house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arJistxH4Ys/TbmEzo88UfI/AAAAAAAAByc/0rWpY9uPqrs/s1600/Day22-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arJistxH4Ys/TbmEzo88UfI/AAAAAAAAByc/0rWpY9uPqrs/s400/Day22-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600653634313146866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one with Little J looking. However, he was VERY ready for bed and not so into the photo shoot. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What did you do all day since you never left the house?&lt;/span&gt; you may ask. Well, let me tell you. Fourth- and 5th-grade camp is coming up at our church the middle of May and I'm revamping the camper notebooks, which contain games, devotions, small group times and other fun stuff to fit the detective theme "Get a Clue: Investigating the Greatest Relationship Ever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to be a part of this. Plus, Little J and I get to go to camp with Kevin. I think it will be life-changing for many of these kids. I hope it will be a point they can look back on and say, "That is when I made my faith my own and gave Jesus control of my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine noted that my fashion challenge posts are seeming a bit weary. It's true. This challenge is definitely a lot more fun during the first week than the last. But only eight more outfits to go! I'll tell you about what I'm thinking of doing next, after this challenge is over. Fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1076568983431069521?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1076568983431069521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1076568983431069521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1076568983431069521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1076568983431069521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-22-striped-to-perfection.html' title='Day 22: Striped to Perfection'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIV4O2F8C-w/TbmE4i9mNiI/AAAAAAAAByk/khZBD1IrYyM/s72-c/Day22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7455260026479000823</id><published>2011-04-27T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:21:38.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: Shades of Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNEUBpesbro/TbiVZgQ1ACI/AAAAAAAAByU/YWe1cI4YaIA/s1600/Day21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNEUBpesbro/TbiVZgQ1ACI/AAAAAAAAByU/YWe1cI4YaIA/s400/Day21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600390402024996898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing gray pants from Maurice's and a black shirt from Ann Taylor Loft. Mia flats and accessories from Maurice's. I didn't realize until today that my camera would make me look like I'm wearing all black. Oh well. Live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuKgXYBI0Z8/TbiVTWPujJI/AAAAAAAAByM/sYDVpwFkxFY/s1600/Day21-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuKgXYBI0Z8/TbiVTWPujJI/AAAAAAAAByM/sYDVpwFkxFY/s400/Day21-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600390296256810130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Kevin's up-close and artsy photo. We had a big snow yesterday. Don't know if you can see it snowing in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7455260026479000823?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7455260026479000823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7455260026479000823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7455260026479000823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7455260026479000823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-21-shades-of-gray.html' title='Day 21: Shades of Gray'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNEUBpesbro/TbiVZgQ1ACI/AAAAAAAAByU/YWe1cI4YaIA/s72-c/Day21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2394891113619003453</id><published>2011-04-26T00:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:15:22.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2W19w1gakc/TbZiIM0xCtI/AAAAAAAAByE/xaUPE-b5YzY/s1600/Day20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2W19w1gakc/TbZiIM0xCtI/AAAAAAAAByE/xaUPE-b5YzY/s400/Day20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599771079702809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our day off after all the busyness of the weekend. Remembering our Lord's resurrection was wonderful. And we also enjoyed a quiet family day today. Little J tried his first solids (I'll post a picture soon). Kevin slept in. And I didn't feel good about any of my outfit options (need to do laundry!). Before Kevin got this photo I lamented: "Some days I just don't feel like having my picture taken, you know?" And he retorted very sweetly, "And some days I don't feel like taking your picture." So there you go. I'm wearing my Silver jeans (Maurice's), top and cardigan from Target. And scarf borrowed from Melissa, who said she got it at the Buckle. Shoes are Mudd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2394891113619003453?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2394891113619003453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2394891113619003453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2394891113619003453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2394891113619003453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-20-day-off.html' title='Day 20: Day Off'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2W19w1gakc/TbZiIM0xCtI/AAAAAAAAByE/xaUPE-b5YzY/s72-c/Day20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1461176217632331156</id><published>2011-04-25T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:13:49.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Comfort Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii_lwVJQg34/TbWb5GDuiWI/AAAAAAAABx8/9Cay3RPnk4M/s1600/Day19-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii_lwVJQg34/TbWb5GDuiWI/AAAAAAAABx8/9Cay3RPnk4M/s400/Day19-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553116886174050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Easter but because we went to church on Saturday night, it was a relaxed morning for J and me. Kevin had to work, but J and I stayed home and I made an "Easter Hymns" mix for us to listen to. I miss singing hymns at Easter. My favorite is "Christ the Lord is Risen Today," but I also love "Up From the Grave He Arose" and "He Lives!" Josiah likes all music, so he was a fan of my mix. I also watched part of the &lt;a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/"&gt;Mars Hill Seattle&lt;/a&gt; Easter service at Quest Field (online). I watched the part where hundreds of people were coming forward to get baptized. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8N5W1RplVSk/TbWbzTzZWUI/AAAAAAAABx0/NQVnqcKD36M/s1600/Day19-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8N5W1RplVSk/TbWbzTzZWUI/AAAAAAAABx0/NQVnqcKD36M/s400/Day19-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553017496557890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we went up to Kevin's sister's in-law's house for a meal and fellowship. Here we are in our Easter finery. I went for light comfortable clothes; I'm wearing Gap khakis, Target shirt and a scarf that was a gift. J is wearing Oshkosh. So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1461176217632331156?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1461176217632331156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1461176217632331156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1461176217632331156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1461176217632331156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-19-comfort-clothes.html' title='Day 19: Comfort Clothes'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ii_lwVJQg34/TbWb5GDuiWI/AAAAAAAABx8/9Cay3RPnk4M/s72-c/Day19-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4909907211067545380</id><published>2011-04-24T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T11:38:13.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: Easter in Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCaYBPguZc/TbReLRvEp-I/AAAAAAAABxk/0F_thN87aqo/s1600/Day18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCaYBPguZc/TbReLRvEp-I/AAAAAAAABxk/0F_thN87aqo/s400/Day18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599203784560781282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Easter service together last night. It was strange to celebrate Easter on Saturday, but Kevin had to work during all the services today. I am so grateful for the victory of our Lord over death and the grave and the abundant life He offers us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service we went out for dinner and you can see what it was like outside! That's Colorado for you. One of the pastors quipped, "Are we all here for Christmas Eve, or what?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrKD5UAQtM4/TbReRDxeblI/AAAAAAAABxs/YqWhcV0lUdA/s1600/Day18family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrKD5UAQtM4/TbReRDxeblI/AAAAAAAABxs/YqWhcV0lUdA/s400/Day18family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599203883891977810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Easter photo. I'm wearing polka dot shirt from Maurice's, cardigan and earrings from Express, skirt from Romy, heels from Maurice's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4909907211067545380?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4909907211067545380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4909907211067545380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4909907211067545380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4909907211067545380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-18-easter-in-colorado.html' title='Day 18: Easter in Colorado'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCaYBPguZc/TbReLRvEp-I/AAAAAAAABxk/0F_thN87aqo/s72-c/Day18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7980825756457200803</id><published>2011-04-23T13:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:15:36.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhGLcaSQ0tk/TbMi9utarWI/AAAAAAAABxc/xchY5-MaNjg/s1600/Day17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhGLcaSQ0tk/TbMi9utarWI/AAAAAAAABxc/xchY5-MaNjg/s400/Day17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598857205657546082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Good Friday. In the evening, my friend Melissa and I went to my church's Good Friday service (Kevin had to work in the children's area). It was a powerful service that went through "The Stations of the Cross" -- the seven statements Jesus made on the cross. It's good to think about the suffering Christ went through on my behalf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key verse was Hebrews 12:3, which says, "Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." When we consider Christ and all He went through ... for us, it really changes our perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to take the picture until the very end of the day, so I was a little wrinkled. But I was pleased I still looked presentable. Also, something to share about this photo. I read somewhere that if you don't really have time for make-up, just use foundation, blush, mascara and lipstick. This is me, in mini make-up (it really works when you're wearing a color that's good on you). Top from Old Navy; pants from Maurice's; jacket from Gap; earrings from Express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7980825756457200803?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7980825756457200803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7980825756457200803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7980825756457200803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7980825756457200803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-17-good-friday.html' title='Day 17: Good Friday'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhGLcaSQ0tk/TbMi9utarWI/AAAAAAAABxc/xchY5-MaNjg/s72-c/Day17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7275146500760469256</id><published>2011-04-21T17:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:11.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: Keeping it Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZytdjYiYg/TbC5gUi3-aI/AAAAAAAABxU/xQcB8mLKIIo/s1600/Day16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZytdjYiYg/TbC5gUi3-aI/AAAAAAAABxU/xQcB8mLKIIo/s400/Day16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598178301743462818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Josiah and I had coffee with a friend. It was gorgeous and sunny outside, so I had my friend snap my photo at her apartment complex for a change of scenery. I'm wearing my Big Star jeans, black shirt from Maurice's, gray sweater and shoes from Target, and scarf from Melissa. Well, like the title, I'm keeping this simple. See you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7275146500760469256?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7275146500760469256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7275146500760469256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7275146500760469256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7275146500760469256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-16-keeping-it-simple.html' title='Day 16: Keeping it Simple'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZytdjYiYg/TbC5gUi3-aI/AAAAAAAABxU/xQcB8mLKIIo/s72-c/Day16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8440924295923326251</id><published>2011-04-20T14:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:35:34.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Sunshine on a Cloudy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMIMzfow5Yo/Ta8-BB7sc0I/AAAAAAAABxE/La9oOAadxS0/s1600/Day15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMIMzfow5Yo/Ta8-BB7sc0I/AAAAAAAABxE/La9oOAadxS0/s400/Day15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597761049264419650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May. At least that's how this floral top (from Old Navy) made me feel. Paired with a coral cami from Maurice's, Big Star jeans from the Buckle and brown cardigan also from Old Navy. I wore my hair in pigtail knots, which Kevin said was "kinda fun and festive." I think he's kinda fun for using the word festive. We took Little J to the doctor today for his 4 month appointment. He's in the 97th percentile for height and 70th percentile for weight.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KmjgZerZq4/Ta89rlPXvyI/AAAAAAAABw8/7TCzd14LQj8/s1600/Day15accessories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KmjgZerZq4/Ta89rlPXvyI/AAAAAAAABw8/7TCzd14LQj8/s400/Day15accessories.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597760680785067810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up on the accessories. Earrings and necklace from Maurice's. I like this necklace because it was free with a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdpaWNGA12Q/Ta88p2EI-RI/AAAAAAAABw0/FVKZUFo2e8k/s1600/Day15shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdpaWNGA12Q/Ta88p2EI-RI/AAAAAAAABw0/FVKZUFo2e8k/s400/Day15shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597759551429998866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a closer look at the shoes (from Target). I bought these when I was still pregnant with Josiah to wear for Kevin's and my anniversary date in Denver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8440924295923326251?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8440924295923326251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8440924295923326251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8440924295923326251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8440924295923326251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-15-sunshine-on-cloudy-day.html' title='Day 15: Sunshine on a Cloudy Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMIMzfow5Yo/Ta8-BB7sc0I/AAAAAAAABxE/La9oOAadxS0/s72-c/Day15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2984159769972635676</id><published>2011-04-19T21:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:37:38.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3TagYLunqo/Ta5UIWb9GKI/AAAAAAAABws/Q_wavSbDZ1o/s1600/Day14fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3TagYLunqo/Ta5UIWb9GKI/AAAAAAAABws/Q_wavSbDZ1o/s400/Day14fence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597503889306622114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I needed to get out of the house and talk and drink coffee and talk, so I went to visit my friend Melissa (who also happens to be a photographer). She not only took these cute photos, but she also let me borrow some accessories to spice up the second half of the challenge. (Hey, nothing in the rules about that!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smuW6ctheZM/Ta5UDAg49WI/AAAAAAAABwk/sUuBkkHvXvo/s1600/Day14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smuW6ctheZM/Ta5UDAg49WI/AAAAAAAABwk/sUuBkkHvXvo/s400/Day14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597503797522396514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing Silver jeans, Old Navy tank top, belt from the Buckle (ha!), jacket from the Gap and sandals from Nine West. Purse provided by Melissa (although I also have a purse this color; I just didn't think of it.) Thank the Lord for good friends who help you endure wearing the same 30 pieces of clothing for 30 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2984159769972635676?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2984159769972635676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2984159769972635676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2984159769972635676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2984159769972635676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-14-i-get-by-with-little-help-from.html' title='Day 14: I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3TagYLunqo/Ta5UIWb9GKI/AAAAAAAABws/Q_wavSbDZ1o/s72-c/Day14fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5334289168510102480</id><published>2011-04-19T10:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:47:17.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Happy Campers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slY8R3KmC5k/Ta27kHtKWKI/AAAAAAAABwc/b-iZ5DVbRxQ/s1600/Day12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slY8R3KmC5k/Ta27kHtKWKI/AAAAAAAABwc/b-iZ5DVbRxQ/s400/Day12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597336141109549218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drew a blank on creating an outfit, and I realized I'd selected far too many black things for my 30 items. I'm wearing Silver jeans, Express black tank and cardigan and necklace and earrings from Maurice's. And I'm taking my own photo as I climb the stairs. I mean, who hasn't done that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLadpWfwdHE/Ta27fk1y0sI/AAAAAAAABwU/xssHR0IeCv8/s1600/Day12camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLadpWfwdHE/Ta27fk1y0sI/AAAAAAAABwU/xssHR0IeCv8/s400/Day12camp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597336063031038658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Josiah and I got to take a trip up to Camp Elim (in Woodland Park, Colo.) with Kevin to check it out for an upcoming kids camp. Even though his eyes are closed here, Josiah enjoyed being out in nature. And I enjoyed the perfectly warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEjT7XbVEzs/Ta27Z2X_IuI/AAAAAAAABwM/XfVPCXF0POc/s1600/Day12camp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEjT7XbVEzs/Ta27Z2X_IuI/AAAAAAAABwM/XfVPCXF0POc/s400/Day12camp2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597335964658639586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5334289168510102480?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5334289168510102480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5334289168510102480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5334289168510102480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5334289168510102480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13-happy-campers.html' title='Day 13: Happy Campers'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slY8R3KmC5k/Ta27kHtKWKI/AAAAAAAABwc/b-iZ5DVbRxQ/s72-c/Day12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7147589283565135570</id><published>2011-04-17T22:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:18:48.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Sunday Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMQLEptObzs/Tau5b_gxkTI/AAAAAAAABwE/UUM4CWUiP04/s1600/Day12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMQLEptObzs/Tau5b_gxkTI/AAAAAAAABwE/UUM4CWUiP04/s400/Day12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596770852494479666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Sunday night service this weekend. Little J hung out in the nursery, and he must have had a smashing time, because he was giggling for several minutes after I picked him up. Evidently he was reliving the good times. I'm wearing an entire ensemble by Maurice's. That was simple. Now onto something much cuter.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28GQvgDeelI/Tau5UWG9hSI/AAAAAAAABv8/pWKjJtP4oQo/s1600/JosiahGotPurpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28GQvgDeelI/Tau5UWG9hSI/AAAAAAAABv8/pWKjJtP4oQo/s400/JosiahGotPurpose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596770721121273122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little J is holding the children's ministry t-shirt. I think we've got a new spokesman, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7147589283565135570?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7147589283565135570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7147589283565135570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7147589283565135570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7147589283565135570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12-sunday-best.html' title='Day 12: Sunday Best'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMQLEptObzs/Tau5b_gxkTI/AAAAAAAABwE/UUM4CWUiP04/s72-c/Day12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4268122502357742846</id><published>2011-04-16T16:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:46:02.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Cloudy with a Chance of Grumpys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb278r_FHls/TaoaamiLJQI/AAAAAAAABv0/L5iqDOIadXo/s1600/Day11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb278r_FHls/TaoaamiLJQI/AAAAAAAABv0/L5iqDOIadXo/s400/Day11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596314531284067586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't exactly say why I felt a little gloomy today. Could have been the overcast weather or my lack of excitement about this outfit (there has to be at least one, right?) Coral-colored tank: Maurice's. Khakis and jean jacket: gap. Earrings: Express. Shoes: Famous Footwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a mistake to button the jacket, but I didn't realize that until the photo shoot was all said and done. I've decided I'm not crazy about this jacket period, so you may not see it included in future outfits. Either I am excruciatingly sick of it, or it is out of style (since it's four or five years old) or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld4BSV2KgWk/TaoaV_k-ynI/AAAAAAAABvs/uNbshh4McRk/s1600/Day11close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld4BSV2KgWk/TaoaV_k-ynI/AAAAAAAABvs/uNbshh4McRk/s400/Day11close.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596314452107381362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photographer hubby went all "senior picture" on me with this one. But I kind of like it. Here's hoping for a better outfit (and mood) tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4268122502357742846?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4268122502357742846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4268122502357742846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4268122502357742846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4268122502357742846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11-cloudy-with-chance-of-grumpys.html' title='Day 11: Cloudy with a Chance of Grumpys'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb278r_FHls/TaoaamiLJQI/AAAAAAAABv0/L5iqDOIadXo/s72-c/Day11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1209497933730371793</id><published>2011-04-15T23:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:27:47.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Hot Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yk6T1axz48g/Taklh44emZI/AAAAAAAABvc/G0GBwr5RVJM/s1600/Day10closeup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yk6T1axz48g/Taklh44emZI/AAAAAAAABvc/G0GBwr5RVJM/s400/Day10closeup1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596045276119734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Kevin's day off, so I didn't get beautified until the afternoon. In the top picture you can see my button-up shirt and earrings from Express, and white cami and heart necklace from Maurice's. Below are my faithful Silver jeans (I know, I need to give khaki and gray a chance) and Merona flats from Target.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL5tfoU0_I0/TaklnwSLbqI/AAAAAAAABvk/otko7xbvz0w/s1600/Day10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL5tfoU0_I0/TaklnwSLbqI/AAAAAAAABvk/otko7xbvz0w/s400/Day10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596045376890826402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving the house to meet a friend for coffee, Kevin said: "Why don't we get a babysitter and go out on a date tonight." (Wow, this fashion challenge is paying off!) Aunt Lauran came down and babysat little J and we went to see "Rio" in 3-D. Who knew we'd leave our baby to be surrounded by other crying babies. The movie was cute, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1209497933730371793?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1209497933730371793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1209497933730371793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1209497933730371793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1209497933730371793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10-hot-date.html' title='Day 10: Hot Date'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yk6T1axz48g/Taklh44emZI/AAAAAAAABvc/G0GBwr5RVJM/s72-c/Day10closeup1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8666568336440909864</id><published>2011-04-14T13:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:56:20.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Home Again, Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Pqcyk6YPI/TadQUOgr2eI/AAAAAAAABvM/B5i2xU7GUG0/s1600/Day9closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Pqcyk6YPI/TadQUOgr2eI/AAAAAAAABvM/B5i2xU7GUG0/s400/Day9closeup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595529370453924322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't anticipated the challenge of taking a daily photo of my outfit with no one home but myself and Josiah. With Josiah, the problem wasn't getting a good photo but getting one that showed what I was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkBfUF4nLdw/TadQOlBPgDI/AAAAAAAABvE/F2FAjp1qQds/s1600/Day9scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkBfUF4nLdw/TadQOlBPgDI/AAAAAAAABvE/F2FAjp1qQds/s400/Day9scarf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595529273416843314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my Big Star jeans from the Buckle, and black shirt and flowered scarf from Target. Earrings from Express. I wore black Mia flats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8666568336440909864?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8666568336440909864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8666568336440909864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8666568336440909864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8666568336440909864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-9-home-again-home-again.html' title='Day 9: Home Again, Home Again'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Pqcyk6YPI/TadQUOgr2eI/AAAAAAAABvM/B5i2xU7GUG0/s72-c/Day9closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4779475854823788607</id><published>2011-04-13T22:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:20:52.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Dinner with a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZQJCS1QVN4/TaZzsEbpKaI/AAAAAAAABu8/QzLzs0-sXHo/s1600/Day8smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZQJCS1QVN4/TaZzsEbpKaI/AAAAAAAABu8/QzLzs0-sXHo/s400/Day8smile2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595286787995543970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/melissatenpas"&gt;photographer friend Melissa&lt;/a&gt; tonight. I had one request for her: "Just take a picture that flatters me." And boy did she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vYWJsf_PSU/TaZzfoNhkfI/AAAAAAAABu0/ErlwQffgY1g/s1600/Day8nosmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vYWJsf_PSU/TaZzfoNhkfI/AAAAAAAABu0/ErlwQffgY1g/s400/Day8nosmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595286574261703154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I was not ready for this picture, but I had to include it because it's an expression so rarely captured in a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCQvq668SUo/TaZzXQ9GgAI/AAAAAAAABus/tXpkzsiIOX0/s1600/Day8jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCQvq668SUo/TaZzXQ9GgAI/AAAAAAAABus/tXpkzsiIOX0/s400/Day8jacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595286430579851266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the jacket. I'm posing, but it looks like I'm walking. I'm wearing Silver jeans from Maurice's, white shirt from Target, tank shirt from Old Navy, Gap jacket and Mudd shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4779475854823788607?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4779475854823788607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4779475854823788607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4779475854823788607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4779475854823788607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-8-dinner-with-friend.html' title='Day 8: Dinner with a Friend'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZQJCS1QVN4/TaZzsEbpKaI/AAAAAAAABu8/QzLzs0-sXHo/s72-c/Day8smile2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8983296160433295640</id><published>2011-04-12T15:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:42:20.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Better Luck (and Photos) Next Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8K758LWktuc/TaTEQnuWr9I/AAAAAAAABuk/BzJeOTvvTCA/s1600/Day7couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8K758LWktuc/TaTEQnuWr9I/AAAAAAAABuk/BzJeOTvvTCA/s400/Day7couch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594812426921357266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wait for Kevin to get home to capture today's outfit, but Josiah spit up on the skirt (I'll be sure to wear it again during the challenge) so I thought I'd better snap some photos ASAP. Something I've realized the last few days is that I'm having a hard time with the "outfit" concept. On most days I'm basically putting enough together to qualify as "dressed" — but not really much more. So I'm going to try to get a little more creative in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FL2lYlfB_E/TaTEETkKeYI/AAAAAAAABuc/nUrQOXqPg_A/s1600/Day7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FL2lYlfB_E/TaTEETkKeYI/AAAAAAAABuc/nUrQOXqPg_A/s400/Day7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594812215351474562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a knee-length skirt by &lt;a href="http://www.lostinseattle.com/inseattle/clothingwomen/romyboutique.html"&gt;Romy&lt;/a&gt;, ballet shirt from Target and sparkly black flip-flops (not shown) from Nine West and a necklace that was a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8983296160433295640?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8983296160433295640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8983296160433295640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8983296160433295640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8983296160433295640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7-better-luck-and-photos-next-time.html' title='Day 7: Better Luck (and Photos) Next Time'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8K758LWktuc/TaTEQnuWr9I/AAAAAAAABuk/BzJeOTvvTCA/s72-c/Day7couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3224895901122322933</id><published>2011-04-11T19:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:56:24.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: White Before Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8h4i9RAm_Co/TaOvJvU1MBI/AAAAAAAABt8/8wfN4y73ocE/s1600/Day6purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8h4i9RAm_Co/TaOvJvU1MBI/AAAAAAAABt8/8wfN4y73ocE/s400/Day6purse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507743981809682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing husband managed to flatter a post-pregnant me in white. Impressive. Shirt from Target. Big Star jeans from the Buckle. Purse was a Christmas present but purchased at &lt;a href="http://www.charmingcharlie.com/home"&gt;Charming Charlie&lt;/a&gt; in Denver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljvAEZPx4Hk/TaOvdjDhfMI/AAAAAAAABuU/b4ozpa9A4I0/s1600/Day6shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljvAEZPx4Hk/TaOvdjDhfMI/AAAAAAAABuU/b4ozpa9A4I0/s400/Day6shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508084285373634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep-toe shoe by Mudd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFZZb4yXsNg/TaOvRR3wKeI/AAAAAAAABuE/q_ErOH1sYHg/s1600/Day6ledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFZZb4yXsNg/TaOvRR3wKeI/AAAAAAAABuE/q_ErOH1sYHg/s400/Day6ledge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507873514170850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz8B9yFGFe0/TaOvYJr_JtI/AAAAAAAABuM/cnbjK-StSTQ/s1600/closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz8B9yFGFe0/TaOvYJr_JtI/AAAAAAAABuM/cnbjK-StSTQ/s400/closeup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507991576422098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace and earrings from Maurice's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3224895901122322933?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3224895901122322933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3224895901122322933&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3224895901122322933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3224895901122322933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-6-white-before-memorial-day.html' title='Day 6: White Before Memorial Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8h4i9RAm_Co/TaOvJvU1MBI/AAAAAAAABt8/8wfN4y73ocE/s72-c/Day6purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6439869782215915356</id><published>2011-04-10T19:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:09:55.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVutRUgbwJI/TaJhC7RaFZI/AAAAAAAABts/-TfpkgtRwVQ/s1600/mamaj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVutRUgbwJI/TaJhC7RaFZI/AAAAAAAABts/-TfpkgtRwVQ/s400/mamaj2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594140390045914514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 5, Josiah, my mom and I went up to Parker to visit my grandparents. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and we dressed up for the occasion. I'm wearing Big Star jeans from the Buckle (you'll see them better in a later post) and a shirt from Ann Taylor Loft. I got the necklace at Target. I've made a decision to skip today since I was out of town and didn't take a photo (though I did follow the rules). I might have to take a day off posting here and there, but rest assured that I'm still using only my 30 articles of clothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXM7nxagYJk/TaJhIw1h7iI/AAAAAAAABt0/ePVIYyW_NcE/s1600/mamaj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXM7nxagYJk/TaJhIw1h7iI/AAAAAAAABt0/ePVIYyW_NcE/s400/mamaj1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594140490323848738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pyr2ezYTuc4/TaJg9ZuXW_I/AAAAAAAABtk/1aUo6CuXRg4/s1600/mamaj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pyr2ezYTuc4/TaJg9ZuXW_I/AAAAAAAABtk/1aUo6CuXRg4/s400/mamaj3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594140295141219314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fg8fIvf3u8s/TaJg4GE_tJI/AAAAAAAABtc/JT8B6Xqb2fs/s1600/mamaj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fg8fIvf3u8s/TaJg4GE_tJI/AAAAAAAABtc/JT8B6Xqb2fs/s400/mamaj4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594140203968083090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6439869782215915356?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6439869782215915356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6439869782215915356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6439869782215915356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6439869782215915356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5-sunny-day-sunny-smiles.html' title='Day 5: Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVutRUgbwJI/TaJhC7RaFZI/AAAAAAAABts/-TfpkgtRwVQ/s72-c/mamaj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5202782959280616672</id><published>2011-04-08T18:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:08:19.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYRLb9vxyno/TZ-icjKSu9I/AAAAAAAABtU/uarTqrjVLJo/s1600/familyphoto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYRLb9vxyno/TZ-icjKSu9I/AAAAAAAABtU/uarTqrjVLJo/s400/familyphoto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593367873575893970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Nana in town was the perfect opportunity to get a family photo. Josiah is sporting his new Columbia fleece from Nana and Papa. I'm wearing Silver jeans from Maurices, sleeveless top and black cardigan from Old Navy and sparkly black flip flops from Nine West (that you can't see). My husband is pretty fetching himself in a BKE shirt from the Buckle, cargo shorts and Sketcher flip flops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rW2luaXec7w/TZ-iSo2n90I/AAAAAAAABtM/2-GnG4ZUSlQ/s1600/familyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rW2luaXec7w/TZ-iSo2n90I/AAAAAAAABtM/2-GnG4ZUSlQ/s400/familyphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593367703305320258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JutG6D8qX6Q/TZ-iLZvsZVI/AAAAAAAABtE/K_Gpf8tFdH0/s1600/jnana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JutG6D8qX6Q/TZ-iLZvsZVI/AAAAAAAABtE/K_Gpf8tFdH0/s400/jnana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593367578990634322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good one of J and Nana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5202782959280616672?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5202782959280616672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5202782959280616672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5202782959280616672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5202782959280616672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-4-happy-family.html' title='Day 4: Happy Family'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYRLb9vxyno/TZ-icjKSu9I/AAAAAAAABtU/uarTqrjVLJo/s72-c/familyphoto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-751655801610996672</id><published>2011-04-07T21:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:07:17.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Farewell, Focus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jh-736sMDyA/TZ5_gmxPbFI/AAAAAAAABs8/9P01OqiS9o0/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jh-736sMDyA/TZ5_gmxPbFI/AAAAAAAABs8/9P01OqiS9o0/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593047985380355154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I said farewell to my job of the past 10 years. Or should I say it said farewell to me. Great occasion to wear one of my "business-y" outfits. &lt;a href="http://denisemorris.wordpress.com/2011/04/07/mostly-cloudy/"&gt;Some others&lt;/a&gt; doing this challenge are talking about where they got all their clothes. So I'll tell you the pants and top are from &lt;a href="http://www.maurices.com/home/index.jsp"&gt;Maurice's&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favorite stores) and the black cardigan from &lt;a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/?"&gt;Old Navy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEZGtfVDhnI/TZ5_b3CVIHI/AAAAAAAABs0/qixQW8MqZX0/s1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEZGtfVDhnI/TZ5_b3CVIHI/AAAAAAAABs0/qixQW8MqZX0/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593047903847653490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team spoiled me by showing a slide show of some of my "accomplishments" throughout my career. These included winning a rap contest in high school, interviewing Nick Jonas of the JoBros and writing an article about my college roommate, whose great grandfather invented root beer. I felt loved and appreciated. Isn't the cake gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh8OBBl6WRs/TZ5_VNNDAII/AAAAAAAABss/OCnCdSeZmdE/s1600/brick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh8OBBl6WRs/TZ5_VNNDAII/AAAAAAAABss/OCnCdSeZmdE/s400/brick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593047789539098754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a more artsy shot captured by my wonderful husband. On to day 4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-751655801610996672?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/751655801610996672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=751655801610996672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/751655801610996672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/751655801610996672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3-farewell-focus.html' title='Day 3: Farewell, Focus.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jh-736sMDyA/TZ5_gmxPbFI/AAAAAAAABs8/9P01OqiS9o0/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4956888805832855419</id><published>2011-04-06T23:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:42:55.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Best. Birthday. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Muxd4G--iko/TZ1Ny6iG_wI/AAAAAAAABsk/hHc6AdyosJ0/s1600/momsuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Muxd4G--iko/TZ1Ny6iG_wI/AAAAAAAABsk/hHc6AdyosJ0/s400/momsuz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592711849365143298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures from my awesome birthday, and Day 2 of my fashion challenge. Yay for utilizing a scarf I've had for two years and never worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8PXxA9NZRUI/TZ1NqiwqXeI/AAAAAAAABsc/mT_ge_o_yYg/s1600/mommelissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8PXxA9NZRUI/TZ1NqiwqXeI/AAAAAAAABsc/mT_ge_o_yYg/s400/mommelissa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592711705544777186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the people who helped me celebrate my birthday. (It's a long story as to why my son is wearing nothing but this onesie at the mall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwAhHVNcdao/TZ1NiJi8onI/AAAAAAAABsU/3ZqYUkpyPSc/s1600/outontown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwAhHVNcdao/TZ1NiJi8onI/AAAAAAAABsU/3ZqYUkpyPSc/s400/outontown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592711561337414258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an evening look for a night out on the town with my handsome guy. (outfit #3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1sK1iRRjfI/TZ1NaJQpCWI/AAAAAAAABsM/-ksJyb57sBo/s1600/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1sK1iRRjfI/TZ1NaJQpCWI/AAAAAAAABsM/-ksJyb57sBo/s400/restaurant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592711423821678946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying fondu. Mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4956888805832855419?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4956888805832855419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4956888805832855419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4956888805832855419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4956888805832855419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2-best-birthday-ever.html' title='Day 2: Best. Birthday. Ever.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Muxd4G--iko/TZ1Ny6iG_wI/AAAAAAAABsk/hHc6AdyosJ0/s72-c/momsuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7960269706408648331</id><published>2011-04-05T09:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:24:50.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 For 30 Fashion Challenge: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVU0aB2dq9I/TZs_Ur5qqwI/AAAAAAAABsE/d7JDeHBGPSE/s1600/SuzFashionDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVU0aB2dq9I/TZs_Ur5qqwI/AAAAAAAABsE/d7JDeHBGPSE/s400/SuzFashionDay1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592132986925132546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 1: On the way to Einstein's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me catch you up to speed. I had a baby in December. The past three-and-a-half months have been amazing. In March, I resigned my position as editor of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clubhouse Jr.&lt;/span&gt; magazine so I could stay home full time with Josiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the not-so-fun parts of having a baby is not fitting back into your pre-pregnancy clothes. That's why my &lt;a href="http://"&gt;friend Denise's&lt;/a&gt; idea (which she got from &lt;a href="http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/p/30-for-30-remixes.html"&gt;Everyday Kendy&lt;/a&gt;) to create 30 different outfits for 30 days out of 30 items you already own came at the perfect time! Knowing that I can come up with cute, creative outfits using clothes I have, is just the boost I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today begins my 30-Day Post-Pregnancy Remix. Full disclosure: I am going to post the picture I like best, regardless of if it shows off the outfit well or not. Hopefully, you'll get a glimpse into my life as well as my wardrobe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7960269706408648331?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7960269706408648331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7960269706408648331&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7960269706408648331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7960269706408648331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-for-30-post-preggo-fashion-challenge.html' title='30 For 30 Fashion Challenge: Day 1'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVU0aB2dq9I/TZs_Ur5qqwI/AAAAAAAABsE/d7JDeHBGPSE/s72-c/SuzFashionDay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1863274861025247202</id><published>2010-07-19T14:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:05:33.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Should Christians Give?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TESv_CYbawI/AAAAAAAABro/YCLTSUHaSmA/s1600/2315_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TESv_CYbawI/AAAAAAAABro/YCLTSUHaSmA/s400/2315_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495710942804798210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving. It's a controversial subject. I think any topic involving our money is controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the past few years, I have encountered a variety of opinions on tithing. Some people point out that tithing does not appear to be a New Testament requirement (though Jesus does affirm it in Matthew 23:23). Others question whether the church should receive the 10 percent, or if the believer should exercise his own discretion as to where the tithe goes. Still others disagree on whether a tithe should be off of gross income or post-tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think arguing the nuances sidetracks us from the deeper issue: God expects us to give generously (2 Corinthians 9:7) — whether 10 percent or 90 — but we're not doing it.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that in "&lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0002315.cfm"&gt;Giving My Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt;." Read the whole article &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0002315.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1863274861025247202?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1863274861025247202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1863274861025247202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1863274861025247202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1863274861025247202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-should-christians-give.html' title='How Should Christians Give?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TESv_CYbawI/AAAAAAAABro/YCLTSUHaSmA/s72-c/2315_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6359779446526711020</id><published>2010-06-30T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:37:19.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Craving</title><content type='html'>So Kevin tells me I had a bona fide pregnancy craving last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were watching a DVRd episode of "America's Got Talent," I said: "I want a cookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, Kevin found me in the kitchen, mixer in hand, making chocolate chip cookies. Since this has never occurred in our marriage thus far (me baking unexpectedly), Kevin pointed a finger and in an alarm-like voice said: "PREGNANCY CRAVING! PREGNANCY CRAVING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. We ate several of the cookies and I brought the rest into work. So I guess it was a win-win-win situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6359779446526711020?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6359779446526711020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6359779446526711020&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6359779446526711020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6359779446526711020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/06/pregnancy-craving.html' title='Pregnancy Craving'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3130930272249483354</id><published>2010-06-04T16:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:12:25.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5CkCksqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ydfqHM4c4gM/s1600/Gosling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5CkCksqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ydfqHM4c4gM/s400/Gosling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479043506614088354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5e8z5n2I/AAAAAAAABrg/jLlReVsxXLA/s1600/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5e8z5n2I/AAAAAAAABrg/jLlReVsxXLA/s400/presents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479043994299768674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5Vu6BkqI/AAAAAAAABrY/dSlLQYxfqW8/s1600/Stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5Vu6BkqI/AAAAAAAABrY/dSlLQYxfqW8/s400/Stockings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479043835948536482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcements designed by &lt;a href="http://blondedutchgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa Tenpas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3130930272249483354?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3130930272249483354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3130930272249483354&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3130930272249483354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3130930272249483354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/06/announcing.html' title='Announcing...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/TAl5CkCksqI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ydfqHM4c4gM/s72-c/Gosling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8468922867201471474</id><published>2010-05-13T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:32:50.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Multnomah Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S-zD3MJoteI/AAAAAAAABrI/9PqAqehVYOg/s1600/oneyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S-zD3MJoteI/AAAAAAAABrI/9PqAqehVYOg/s400/oneyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470963000270173666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my issue of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Multnomah Message&lt;/span&gt; arrived in the mail. I was surprised to see that my blog address was included (clearly I have not been keeping this place ready for company). So I thought I should update immediately. This is Kevin and I in February of this year--one year from our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Focus on the Family's &lt;a href="http://www.focusonlinecommunities.com/community/marriage/youngmarried/blog/2010/05/13/first-date-stories"&gt;Young Married Life blog&lt;/a&gt;, I recently included this passage I wrote to Kevin about our first date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was nervous walking into Starbucks that night. And there you were all tall, wearing a blue-and-white-striped shirt. You looked so dashing and I felt like a high school girl with a crush. My nerves immediately subsided when you greeted me, though. Your warm smile and relaxed manner put me at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me choose where we would eat, and I picked Red Robin. We ate burgers and sat there talking until they closed. Then you drove us back to Starbucks and we sat in your car talking until 1. We talked about family and mountain bike accidents and ministry and our views on dating. I didn't want to ever stop talking to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told you I probably needed to go because I had an early morning run. It was then that you admitted that you had to open at Starbucks the next morning at 4. At that moment, I figured you liked me. When I got home, you sent me a text message: “It has been great staying up talking. You are an amazing person that I’m really blessed to be getting to know. I’m super glad God has crossed our paths.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin is a wonderful husband for me. And we have so many great adventures. Thanks for stopping by. If you're from Multnomah, please leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8468922867201471474?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8468922867201471474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8468922867201471474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8468922867201471474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8468922867201471474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-multnomah-friends.html' title='Welcome, Multnomah Friends!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S-zD3MJoteI/AAAAAAAABrI/9PqAqehVYOg/s72-c/oneyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2036056122373535669</id><published>2010-03-22T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:21:52.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Healer's Apprentice Book Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9804152&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9804152&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9804152"&gt;Healer's Apprentice&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2391769"&gt;Magnus Creative&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had the opportunity to work on the script for this book trailer. &lt;a href="http://www.magnus-creative.com"&gt;Mike Heath&lt;/a&gt; created the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2036056122373535669?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2036056122373535669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2036056122373535669&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2036056122373535669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2036056122373535669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/03/healers-apprentice-book-trailer.html' title='Healer&apos;s Apprentice Book Trailer'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8996864654618356654</id><published>2010-03-11T09:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:57:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Journey to 42nd Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S5kgX3XiLsI/AAAAAAAABrA/o-S1azkOYAk/s1600-h/42nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S5kgX3XiLsI/AAAAAAAABrA/o-S1azkOYAk/s400/42nd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447420818653064898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I think I am the worst blogger ever! I have been traveling like a mad woman. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 25 — Denver to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Chicago to Charlotte &lt;br /&gt;[two days]&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Chicago to Denver&lt;br /&gt;[two days]&lt;br /&gt;Denver to Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte to Tampa&lt;br /&gt;[one day]&lt;br /&gt;Tampa to Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta to Pensacola&lt;br /&gt;[one day]&lt;br /&gt;Pensacola to Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta to Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been four days and I'm on a plane tomorrow to Portland. [Praise God for direct flights!] In the past two weeks, I've seen my cousin Brooke and family, my 91-year-old grandfather and Kevin's brother and sister-in-law. This weekend I'll see my sisters and dad in the musical "&lt;a href="http://42ndstreetghc.blogspot.com/"&gt;42nd Street&lt;/a&gt;." My sister, Sarah, is playing the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not crazy about getting back on a plane, but I am excited to see more family and sit through 6+ hours of musical theater (Kevin is such a good sport). Hopefully, it won't be so long before my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8996864654618356654?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8996864654618356654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8996864654618356654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8996864654618356654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8996864654618356654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-journey-to-42nd-street.html' title='Long Journey to 42nd Street'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S5kgX3XiLsI/AAAAAAAABrA/o-S1azkOYAk/s72-c/42nd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2374411334469035376</id><published>2010-01-29T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:41:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Worth a Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S2NyIwt_9tI/AAAAAAAABq4/KQPHrAMOcW8/s1600-h/thousandwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S2NyIwt_9tI/AAAAAAAABq4/KQPHrAMOcW8/s400/thousandwords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432311070381307602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my wedding dance with my dad. We're both looking at Kevin, and Dad had just said: "You got a good one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2374411334469035376?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2374411334469035376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2374411334469035376&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2374411334469035376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2374411334469035376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Worth a Thousand Words'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/S2NyIwt_9tI/AAAAAAAABq4/KQPHrAMOcW8/s72-c/thousandwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6706012428170045147</id><published>2009-12-05T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:05:02.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Knows if You've Been Bad or Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sxqu0wr0LvI/AAAAAAAABqs/8kDT_g2IdUk/s1600-h/DSC_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sxqu0wr0LvI/AAAAAAAABqs/8kDT_g2IdUk/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411830123684179698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6706012428170045147?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6706012428170045147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6706012428170045147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6706012428170045147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6706012428170045147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-knows-if-youve-been-bad-or-good.html' title='He Knows if You&apos;ve Been Bad or Good...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sxqu0wr0LvI/AAAAAAAABqs/8kDT_g2IdUk/s72-c/DSC_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6093880480881290800</id><published>2009-11-16T09:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:18:14.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of a Snowy Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SwF7QLM_cVI/AAAAAAAABqk/5Eazv4gFgqg/s1600/100_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SwF7QLM_cVI/AAAAAAAABqk/5Eazv4gFgqg/s400/100_1788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404736545636708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm reposting this blog that originally appeared on Jan. 11, 2006.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post this very cute picture of my nephew experiencing snow for the first time. Matt led worship at a Jr. High winter retreat over the weekend, and Ben got to play in the snow. Note that Ben is actually smiling in this photo. Ben must really like snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6093880480881290800?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6093880480881290800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6093880480881290800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6093880480881290800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6093880480881290800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-honor-of-snowy-day.html' title='In Honor of a Snowy Day...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SwF7QLM_cVI/AAAAAAAABqk/5Eazv4gFgqg/s72-c/100_1788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-659855990212810323</id><published>2009-11-05T14:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:47:51.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogged Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SvNHNw1wBcI/AAAAAAAABqc/G1gLk9ExUzo/s1600-h/red_cup_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SvNHNw1wBcI/AAAAAAAABqc/G1gLk9ExUzo/s400/red_cup_08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400738679921575362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say that, but my professional blogging duties at the &lt;a href="http://www.boundlessline.org"&gt;Boundless Line&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.focusonlinecommunities.com/community/marriage/youngmarried"&gt;Young Married Life&lt;/a&gt; blogs, are wearing me out! Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who actually want to know what's new with me, here's a brief report:&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Kevin, his parents and I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/"&gt;Wicked&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday night at the Buell Theater in Denver. I am a big fan of the show; it's very clever and the music is phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;I love being married! I have the most helpful and kind husband. He's been blessing me big-time by doing a lot of work on the house when he is home in the afternoons and I'm working. We've been moving a lot of furniture around, which really freaks out the cat. It's kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;We still have Mia (aka "the evil one"). I recently received this &lt;a href="http://www.catswhothrowupgrass.com/kill.php"&gt;insight into her twisted mind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;The founder of &lt;a href="http://www.focusonthefamily.com/"&gt;the ministry&lt;/a&gt; for which I work just announced his resignation this week. Though it was all part of the process of founder passing the baton, the news sent a bit of a shock wave through the ministry and Christendom. Still, we're all excited about what the future holds.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Starbucks began serving delicious beverages in their holiday cups this week. Yay! (And I was one of the few to get a sneak sip of the gingerbread latte.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;God is good. Very good.&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-4, good buddies. Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-659855990212810323?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/659855990212810323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=659855990212810323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/659855990212810323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/659855990212810323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogged-out.html' title='Blogged Out!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SvNHNw1wBcI/AAAAAAAABqc/G1gLk9ExUzo/s72-c/red_cup_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1619407811051690994</id><published>2009-10-26T09:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:35:05.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBkwgOEtI/AAAAAAAABqU/87_yZ5O60mU/s1600-h/kissveil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBkwgOEtI/AAAAAAAABqU/87_yZ5O60mU/s400/kissveil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396932565712900818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heatherbauersphotography.com/index2.php"&gt;Heather Bauers&lt;/a&gt; did a phenomenal job taking our wedding photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my first &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=116704&amp;id=628158294&amp;l=2b5619c47b"&gt;online album.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBLLoYwwI/AAAAAAAABp8/QICZqzABdeY/s1600-h/artsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBLLoYwwI/AAAAAAAABp8/QICZqzABdeY/s400/artsy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396932126318314242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBB6hirLI/AAAAAAAABp0/wEXir4dKVRE/s1600-h/kevsuzdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBB6hirLI/AAAAAAAABp0/wEXir4dKVRE/s400/kevsuzdoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396931967107378354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXAvTtjzgI/AAAAAAAABpk/5bHmcN_bUT8/s1600-h/bestbride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXAvTtjzgI/AAAAAAAABpk/5bHmcN_bUT8/s400/bestbride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396931647451155970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBVhXG1oI/AAAAAAAABqE/QMBJoafZGrI/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBVhXG1oI/AAAAAAAABqE/QMBJoafZGrI/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396932303950108290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBdMDryRI/AAAAAAAABqM/XyfPQ3lFvGQ/s1600-h/tender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBdMDryRI/AAAAAAAABqM/XyfPQ3lFvGQ/s400/tender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396932435670452498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1619407811051690994?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1619407811051690994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1619407811051690994&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1619407811051690994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1619407811051690994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SuXBkwgOEtI/AAAAAAAABqU/87_yZ5O60mU/s72-c/kissveil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5181488265929208906</id><published>2009-10-01T16:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:05:44.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Gosselin</title><content type='html'>I filed for my new name with social security today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Hadley Gosselin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5181488265929208906?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5181488265929208906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5181488265929208906&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5181488265929208906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5181488265929208906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs-gosselin.html' title='Mrs. Gosselin'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4900761384479881352</id><published>2009-09-30T14:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:53:27.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Book is Available</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsO-qM6ScKI/AAAAAAAABpc/SDERMsfouX8/s1600-h/41615832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsO-qM6ScKI/AAAAAAAABpc/SDERMsfouX8/s400/41615832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359211494731938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for girls ages 8-12, the &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/faithgirlz-handbook-your-faith-shine-through/suzanne-hadley/9780310719663/pd/719663?item_code=WW&amp;netp_id=613842&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;view=covers"&gt;Fathgirlz Handbook&lt;/a&gt; provides a resource for a Bible-centered girls small group. I loved writing this. And my friend &lt;a href="http://blondedutchgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa Tenpas&lt;/a&gt; wrote all of the crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it on the &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Faithgirlz-Handbook/Suzanne-Hadley/e/9780310719663"&gt;Barnes and Noble Website.&lt;/a&gt; Woo-hoo! The &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/faithgirlz-handbook-your-faith-shine-through/suzanne-hadley/9780310719663/pd/719663?item_code=WW&amp;netp_id=613842&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;view=covers"&gt;best price is at CBD.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4900761384479881352?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4900761384479881352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4900761384479881352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4900761384479881352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4900761384479881352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-book-is-available.html' title='My First Book is Available'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsO-qM6ScKI/AAAAAAAABpc/SDERMsfouX8/s72-c/41615832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5658409893054500385</id><published>2009-09-27T22:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:20:57.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Wedding Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA5eWD7mkI/AAAAAAAABpU/Cm_YVAFCehg/s1600-h/Pikespeak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA5eWD7mkI/AAAAAAAABpU/Cm_YVAFCehg/s400/Pikespeak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386368347816041026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our pre-wedding festivities, Kevin and I decided to invite both of our families and some out-of-town friends to ride the Pike's Peak Cog Railway the day before our wedding. In all, 36 people went. It was an awesome way to spend some time with our families and out-of-town company before our special day. It was a gorgeous day up on the Peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA5JyMuCYI/AAAAAAAABpM/T3qLNWNabq0/s1600-h/PikesPeak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA5JyMuCYI/AAAAAAAABpM/T3qLNWNabq0/s400/PikesPeak2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386367994591840642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA4zcWDRUI/AAAAAAAABo8/YeB8uZ0nQQU/s1600-h/PikesPeak3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA4zcWDRUI/AAAAAAAABo8/YeB8uZ0nQQU/s400/PikesPeak3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386367610768278850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5658409893054500385?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5658409893054500385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5658409893054500385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5658409893054500385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5658409893054500385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-wedding-fun.html' title='Pre-Wedding Fun'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SsA5eWD7mkI/AAAAAAAABpU/Cm_YVAFCehg/s72-c/Pikespeak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6235481987060658946</id><published>2009-09-25T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:57:54.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband Made Me a Latte</title><content type='html'>It's one of the first delicious bits of married life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning before Kevin left for work, he made me a caramel latte on our home espresso machine. Latte=love in my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6235481987060658946?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6235481987060658946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6235481987060658946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6235481987060658946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6235481987060658946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-husband-made-me-latte.html' title='My Husband Made Me a Latte'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2129569939936752189</id><published>2009-08-19T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:34:43.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding on the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sox9v_J8C3I/AAAAAAAABo0/uWjrsghKbG4/s1600-h/centerpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sox9v_J8C3I/AAAAAAAABo0/uWjrsghKbG4/s400/centerpiece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371806718906600306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is my favorite season. Leaves. High school football. Pumpkin Spice lattes. And this fall, a wedding. I'm getting married on September 12, and I have definitely been sucked into the wedding-planning vortex. Kevin, my fiancé and my love, has made this such a wonderful season for me. Last night, after picking out his wedding band, we ate ice cream and watched CSI. We're not the think-about-the-wedding-every-minute type. And I'm glad. Sure, some wedding ideas may not come to fruition, but we will also look back on our engagement as a season of happy times together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I'm not pulling my hair out is my wonderful Maid of Honor Melissa. She is creative, supportive and wonderfully generous. My wedding would be quite bland without her. Exhibit A, the centerpieces she helped me pick out and then designed. I chose the "ingredients," and she made the centerpiece happen. Sigh. God is good to me through my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 24 days now! Three weeks and three days. I know the time will fly. I have a feeling this will be my best fall ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2129569939936752189?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2129569939936752189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2129569939936752189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2129569939936752189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2129569939936752189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-on-way.html' title='Wedding on the Way'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sox9v_J8C3I/AAAAAAAABo0/uWjrsghKbG4/s72-c/centerpiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3574416416435365356</id><published>2009-07-11T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:48:50.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane and Chip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SllOxX2sabI/AAAAAAAABok/1XtaMI68ixI/s1600-h/janechip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SllOxX2sabI/AAAAAAAABok/1XtaMI68ixI/s320/janechip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357399841857890738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I attended a birthday party where the costume theme was dead celebrity. I was Jane Austen and he was Chip Kazman (the stunt man who died in the making of "Titanic"). Let's just say one of us was not a TRUE dead celebrity. I enjoyed finally having a chance to wear my period dress. However, I discovered too late that it may have just been a 70s dress. The velvet and embroidery gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SllO2INbz7I/AAAAAAAABos/z47X5Y_XsU4/s1600-h/janeaudrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SllO2INbz7I/AAAAAAAABos/z47X5Y_XsU4/s320/janeaudrey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357399923557650354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya, whose birth we were celebrating, came as Audrey. Just two girls in the world...in different centuries. Happy Birthday, Tonya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3574416416435365356?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3574416416435365356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3574416416435365356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3574416416435365356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3574416416435365356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/07/jane-and-chip.html' title='Jane and Chip'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SllOxX2sabI/AAAAAAAABok/1XtaMI68ixI/s72-c/janechip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2917044255225466811</id><published>2009-07-05T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:08:41.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SlFqqbtII-I/AAAAAAAABoc/moBM72iapws/s1600-h/Suzring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SlFqqbtII-I/AAAAAAAABoc/moBM72iapws/s320/Suzring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355178709144314850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Bruce Moore took this amazing photo of my engagement ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2917044255225466811?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2917044255225466811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2917044255225466811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2917044255225466811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2917044255225466811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/07/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SlFqqbtII-I/AAAAAAAABoc/moBM72iapws/s72-c/Suzring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4990190968904473267</id><published>2009-06-18T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:40:19.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Age on the Boundless Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjqz59aEZoI/AAAAAAAABoU/Ee5RMFPtg6A/s1600-h/boundlessshow_podcast.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjqz59aEZoI/AAAAAAAABoU/Ee5RMFPtg6A/s320/boundlessshow_podcast.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348785315773703810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin made his &lt;a href="http://boundless.typepad.com/podcast/2009/06/074-boundless-podcast.html"&gt;Boundless Show debut this week,&lt;/a&gt; when we were invited in the studio to talk about our relationship—specifically our age difference. We had a lot of fun chatting with &lt;a href="http://www.boundlessline.org/about.html#ted_slater"&gt;Ted Slater&lt;/a&gt; and his wife, Ashleigh, who also have an age difference (only it goes the opposite direction). I really appreciated hearing Kevin's answers and insights. Our discussion is right at the beginning of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4990190968904473267?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4990190968904473267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4990190968904473267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4990190968904473267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4990190968904473267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-age-on-boundless-show.html' title='Talking Age on the Boundless Show'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjqz59aEZoI/AAAAAAAABoU/Ee5RMFPtg6A/s72-c/boundlessshow_podcast.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5718239933182547350</id><published>2009-06-17T11:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:13:14.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjkjn1WmdsI/AAAAAAAABn8/afqYjSLZXUk/s1600-h/carriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjkjn1WmdsI/AAAAAAAABn8/afqYjSLZXUk/s320/carriage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345199722919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my best friend asked me to marry him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kevin's and my first extended conversation (in January), our relationship has come together very quickly. Weeks after we began dating in early March, I knew Kevin was the man God had for me to marry. Kevin knew as well; God definitely led us in the same timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the proposal, Kevin was intent on two things: 1. Surprising me (quite a feat considering our early discovery that we would marry); 2. Making the event a great story for me to tell. I'm a writer, so he knew the story would certainly be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a month or so we've talked about going ring shopping, but we were both too busy to do so. Last week, for example, we were both working at VBS from 8 a.m.-1 p.m. and then Kevin would work at Starbucks from 3 p.m. to midnight. So we hadn't gone ring shopping but Kevin requested I leave this past Saturday open for a "date day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjkjsCi0onI/AAAAAAAABoE/dSTfXveXmcY/s1600-h/engageday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjkjsCi0onI/AAAAAAAABoE/dSTfXveXmcY/s320/engageday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345271983317618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally he suggested we go horseback riding, but on Thursday he asked if we could change our plans and go to Estes Park. I said yes; Estes Park is one of my favorite places. On Friday I had a weird feeling he might propose. A few things seemed suspicious, like he was planning to dress up a little and he had asked if we could have dinner with his parents later. But Friday night he suggested we go ring shopping this week and gave this whole (very sincere and convincing) speech about how he wanted me to get the ring I wanted and he didn't want to mess up the experience. (He now claims that was all true and coming from his actual concern that I like the ring.) I bought it hook, line and sinker and ruled out a proposal as part of Saturday's events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when his "surprise" plan—a horse-drawn carriage—pulled up at 7 p.m., I still didn't suspect. I just thought he was creating a relaxing and romantic date for us. He didn't seem a bit nervous as we headed out on our carriage ride toward the mountains. The evening was gorgeous. Kevin is allergic to horses, so he started having a reaction. Around that time, he said, "We should stop and take a picture before my eyes get too red." So the driver pulled over near a clump of Aspens and a little brook. I found it slightly odd that the driver didn't offer to take our picture but instead said he was driving to the end of the lane to turn the horse around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I walked into the Aspens where we took a couple of pictures. After our photo moment, Kevin took both my hands. His hands were all nervous and fidgety, and that is when I knew what was happening. I got an adrenaline rush like the one you feel at the top of a roller coaster hill when you're about to go down the other side. This was it. He was proposing!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened carefully since many of my friends have said they forget what the guy said when he proposed. Kevin told me some of the reasons he loves me—my smile and laugh, my passion for God and people and children. Then he got down on one knee and said, "Suzanne Hadley, will you marry me?" I said YES!!! (Very quickly, I might add—he's a catch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to the carriage, a dozen red roses were waiting along with sparkling cider and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. He and the driver had an elaborate plan worked out. There had been a code phrase and everything! And a woman I thought was a friendly neighbor walking by was the carriage driver's wife, who had stashed all the goodies until needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjkj1olISvI/AAAAAAAABoM/94CWJqfRvuU/s1600-h/ring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjkj1olISvI/AAAAAAAABoM/94CWJqfRvuU/s320/ring2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345436812364530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin picked the ring himself based on only the following from me: "I'd like it to be warm, soft and romantic." He bought the ring in North Carolina when he was there for his brother's wedding two weeks ago. I love it. The ring is unique, and I love that Kevin picked it out himself. He gets an A+++ for the proposal and ring. He accomplished both his goals: He surprised me and gave me a great story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed woman. God has orchestrated our story, from our unusual meeting a year ago, to our ample opportunities to minister together, to our miracle-grow friendship, to our overcoming potential obstacles to our relationship, to our shared passion for children's ministry, to our mutual enjoyment of coffee, to our simple joy in being in each other's company. God knew who I needed; and He knew when I needed him. In January I had no idea I would be engaged in June. The glory goes to God who blesses us with what we do not deserve and sustains us when blessings are less apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are good, and what you do is good; teach me your decrees." —Psalm 119:68&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5718239933182547350?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5718239933182547350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5718239933182547350&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5718239933182547350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5718239933182547350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/06/engaged.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sjkjn1WmdsI/AAAAAAAABn8/afqYjSLZXUk/s72-c/carriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6364231505318102574</id><published>2009-06-11T17:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:41:50.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boomerang Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGUsy3vz5I/AAAAAAAABnk/0cg4ozxokvE/s1600-h/VBS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGUsy3vz5I/AAAAAAAABnk/0cg4ozxokvE/s320/VBS3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346217729956237202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last year, the night before &lt;a href="http://www.boundlessline.org/2008/06/things-i-learne.html"&gt;Vacation Bible School,&lt;/a&gt; I met Kevin. I was wearing my Wordless Book bracelet, which he noticed, and we struck up our first conversation at Starbucks. This year, we're working together at my church's VBS—The Boomerang Express. The theme is the Australian Outback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGUw1GR5RI/AAAAAAAABns/XfG9Q4VHvho/s1600-h/VBS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGUw1GR5RI/AAAAAAAABns/XfG9Q4VHvho/s320/VBS1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346217799273538834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin plays William P. Williams, a goofy outback guide, in the VBS skit. Today he had to look like a radiator blew up in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGU0lvAtKI/AAAAAAAABn0/fqPuxnYswfg/s1600-h/VBS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGU0lvAtKI/AAAAAAAABn0/fqPuxnYswfg/s320/VBS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346217863868888226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I am having a blast working with my 22 sixth graders. They are a delight. Fifteen of them are boys, and I'm so blessed to see these young men learn their verses, do the song motions, gently help kindergarten kids and sing their lungs out in worship. Today, when I gave a couple of them their prize (an 8-pack of mini-snickers bars) for memorizing all five verses, one of them said, "Thank you so much!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you: Things are looking good for this generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6364231505318102574?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6364231505318102574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6364231505318102574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6364231505318102574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6364231505318102574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/06/boomerang-express.html' title='The Boomerang Express'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SjGUsy3vz5I/AAAAAAAABnk/0cg4ozxokvE/s72-c/VBS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-453791571517130031</id><published>2009-06-05T13:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:56:13.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-Single Insight No. 2: Be Open to the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sil4UrcS1VI/AAAAAAAABnc/9jEwKQlCXqg/s1600-h/3months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sil4UrcS1VI/AAAAAAAABnc/9jEwKQlCXqg/s320/3months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343934729505920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who read my previous post, about how I met my boyfriend Kevin, may have noticed a puzzling time lapse: Met perfect-for-me, evangelism-bracelet-recognizing-guy in June; became not-single in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect and it was not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks after our initial meeting, I discovered that Kevin was significantly younger than me. We both decided at that moment (though of course unspoken) that the age difference was a deal breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, life returned to normal and all thoughts of anything between us were forgotten. Kind of. The thing was, Kevin just kept popping up in my life. A month after we met, he was hired as a children's ministry coordinator at my church, so I saw him each Sunday. Then I organized a fundraising comedy improv show in the fall, and the woman in charge of finding actors recruited Kevin to act in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our interactions through those months, though completely platonic, revealed to each of us the character and vision of the other. Because I served fifth graders at our church, Kevin would hear about what I was doing from members of the children's ministry staff. I would watch his leadership in the children's area as well as among our peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his sermon series on &lt;a href="http://www.songofsolomon.com/"&gt;Song of Solomon,&lt;/a&gt; Tommy Nelson talks about Paul's analogy of a race for the Christian life. Nelson points out that as Christian singles "run the race" God has set before them, they should be looking to see who is to their right and left as they run. Who is keeping pace, running nearby, heading the same direction? "Ask that person to run a few laps," he says (speaking to the men). "That's dating or courtship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Kevin's and my experience. As we were running (metaphorically), we would keep glancing over and seeing the other person. The final straw was when he asked me to co-lead a young adult Bible study at the beginning of this year. I accepted, still in a platonic state of mind, but the connection and cooperation we experienced as we began to do ministry together was too great to ignore. Eventually, we prayed through the age difference issue and felt peace about proceeding in spite of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dating and married friends of mine have described similar barriers that had to be overcome in their relationships. My sister had to accept her now-husband's speech impediment. Another friend had to come to terms with her boyfriend's diabetes. A third worked through being more highly educated than her intended. The violation of one's expectations can come in many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001480.cfm"&gt;"7 Myths Single Women Believe"&lt;/a&gt; I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just as my junior high mind projected who I would recognize as "the one," my grown-up self entertains expectations of how I'll feel when my "soul mate" arrives on the scene. The truth is, God knows best the kind of man who will inspire me to greater devotion to Him. As I seek the Lord, I can trust Him to reveal that person to me in whatever way He sees fit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefit of a not-perfect element to the relationship is that when God overcomes the barrier, you feel even more confidence in what He is doing. It also forces you away from your "checklist" for "the one" and opens the door for God to give you something you wouldn't have known to pick for yourself. In my experience, that something is better than I expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-453791571517130031?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/453791571517130031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=453791571517130031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/453791571517130031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/453791571517130031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-single-insight-no-2-be-open-to.html' title='Not-Single Insight No. 2: Be Open to the Unexpected'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sil4UrcS1VI/AAAAAAAABnc/9jEwKQlCXqg/s72-c/3months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3203446935393057070</id><published>2009-06-01T10:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:46:23.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-Single Insight No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SiQQ75VFmGI/AAAAAAAABnU/xLEJhpXFRYY/s1600-h/cefbracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SiQQ75VFmGI/AAAAAAAABnU/xLEJhpXFRYY/s320/cefbracelet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342413679155845218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's time to do something interesting with my blog again. In the words of Maria Von Trapp in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music,&lt;/span&gt; "Let's start at the very beginning; a very good place to start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed significantly since January 21 of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know me as the single girl who &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org"&gt;writes articles&lt;/a&gt; for singles (and not-singles). But in January, God began a new chapter in my life as the not-single girl who still writes articles for singles (and not-singles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change was so sudden and unexpected that I have struggled to shift gears. Because of that, I have been hesitant to talk (in a public way) about the wonderful man God has brought into my life. But God has been working as steadily in my not-single state as He did in my single state, teaching me things about myself and my relationship with Him. So, on a semi-regular basis, I would like to share some insights from my new perspective as a not-single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not-Single Insight No. 1: There's Nothing Wrong With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically there is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; wrong with you. After all, we are all sinners (Rom. 3:23). But many times during my singleness, I struggled with wondering if there was something about me that was defective. In &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001480.cfm"&gt;"Seven Myths Single Women Believe,"&lt;/a&gt; I wrote: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For a long time I believed that if I were thinner, I would attract a husband. Magazines with images of women with flawless skin and model-thin bodies fuel that inner voice that says, You're not thin enough. You're not pretty enough. Or worse, I wonder if it's my personality. I talk too much. Or I laugh at the wrong times. Or I'm too assertive. It's easy to look at married women and wonder: Why them and not me?&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single women. There is nothing wrong with seeking to improve your faith, character and outward appearance. That's not what I'm saying. But what the Lord has shown me through my relationship with Kevin is that the right kind of relationship affirms the person God has created you to be. The first time I met Kevin, I was wearing a wordless book bracelet. (Read the &lt;a href="http://cefofyork.org/wordlessbook.htm"&gt;story of the wordless book&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night before I would begin serving at VBS at my church and I had made the bracelets for all the kids in my class. It happened to be an outward sign of a core passion of mine: child evangelism. I was meeting a friend at Starbucks and the barista (who happened to be a &lt;a href="http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/specialkevin.html"&gt;very handsome young man&lt;/a&gt;) asked me: "Where did you get that bracelet?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to have the bracelet recognized. I told the barista, Kevin, that I was teaching VBS and he said: "I'm going to be a children's pastor!" Our initial conversation and "click" arose from something that was integral to who I am. The words from my "7 Myths" article reveal a diminished understanding of God's purpose for relationships. Changing who you are — no matter how tempting — to attract someone veers away from God's design for bringing people together. A childish bracelet and accompanying childlike heart may deter one fellow, but it may be irresistible to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is teaching me that the best kind of relationship is one where each person's God-given traits and gifts are affirmed in the presence and personality of the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3203446935393057070?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3203446935393057070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3203446935393057070&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3203446935393057070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3203446935393057070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-single-insight-no-1.html' title='Not-Single Insight No. 1'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SiQQ75VFmGI/AAAAAAAABnU/xLEJhpXFRYY/s72-c/cefbracelet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2616945010493692221</id><published>2009-05-27T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:30:13.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum of the New South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sh2wvgnEumI/AAAAAAAABnM/AGDjyKaZESQ/s1600-h/suzcaroline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sh2wvgnEumI/AAAAAAAABnM/AGDjyKaZESQ/s400/suzcaroline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340619063385438818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I visited the Museum of the New South with my cousins in Charlotte. The interactive exhibits at this museum explore the Southern United States during the post-Civil War period. My second cousin, Caroline, and I had fun dressing up in 1930s clothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2616945010493692221?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2616945010493692221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2616945010493692221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2616945010493692221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2616945010493692221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/05/museum-of-new-south.html' title='Museum of the New South'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sh2wvgnEumI/AAAAAAAABnM/AGDjyKaZESQ/s72-c/suzcaroline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2398948345481421392</id><published>2009-05-21T13:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:56:43.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Horses in Pants Win "Best Of" Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ShWwXsKmzBI/AAAAAAAABnE/oMeL6Eih6l0/s1600-h/bestof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ShWwXsKmzBI/AAAAAAAABnE/oMeL6Eih6l0/s400/bestof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338366854356716562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestickhorses.com"&gt;Stick Horses in Pants&lt;/a&gt; has done it again. The troupe was recently awarded five Reader's Choice Awards in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Colorado Springs Gazette's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/sections/bestof/"&gt;Best of the Springs&lt;/a&gt; contest. And the awards are (drum roll please):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/-53763--.html"&gt;Best Theater Troupe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second year running, Stick Horses in Pants took home this award. Click on the link to see a rare, behind-the-scenes photo (I'd never seen this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fans like Stick Horses for the same reason Forrest Gump liked boxes of chocolates: You never know what you're going to get.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/-53779--.html"&gt;Best Actor—Toby Lorenc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We depend on his ability to hit a comedic home run in 99.9 percent of his scenes, we're just glad our fans recognize it, too. Way to go, Tobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A real estate agent by day, Lorenc becomes an improv comedy actor by night. A fan raved: "Funny, funny, funny. A fantastic character actor and shining star in the Stick Horses in Pants comedy troupe."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/-53780--.html"&gt;Best Actress—Lacey Maynard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an honor to have not one, but two, of our troupe members honored as the best actors in Colorado Springs! Lacey had an amazing year, &lt;a href="http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/ship-and-rip-win-national-contest.html"&gt;winning the Netflix Greatest Kiss Contest&lt;/a&gt; and acting in a local play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Another performer in Stick Horses, Maynard also performs at the Colorado Renaissance Festival. Fans call her "versatile, upbeat, larger than life." One fan said she's "pee-in-your-pants funny."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/-53241--.html"&gt;Best Kiss—Lacey Maynard and Kaleb Kohart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an invented category, but &lt;a href="http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/ship-and-rip-win-national-contest.html"&gt;winning the Netflix contest&lt;/a&gt; made these two local celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maynard and Kohart got a perfect score in the "Netflix Greatest Kiss Challenge" in New York City. Their "Gone With the Wind" kiss squared off against "Titanic" and "Back to the Future" kisses by duos who are kissing couples in real life. Maynard and Kohart aren't a couple - they are actors in rival Colorado Springs comedy troupes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestickhorses.com"&gt;Best Web Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We owe this all to our very own Hunter Willis. He's revamped &lt;a href="http://www.thestickhorses.com"&gt;the Web site&lt;/a&gt; this year, making it look awesome and increasingly user-friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2398948345481421392?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2398948345481421392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2398948345481421392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2398948345481421392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2398948345481421392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/05/stick-horses-in-pants-win-best-of.html' title='Stick Horses in Pants Win &quot;Best Of&quot; Awards'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ShWwXsKmzBI/AAAAAAAABnE/oMeL6Eih6l0/s72-c/bestof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5801733506172446666</id><published>2009-05-13T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:38:17.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Boyfriend Works at Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sgr3crovEbI/AAAAAAAABm8/uIECAPtndzQ/s1600-h/0513091032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sgr3crovEbI/AAAAAAAABm8/uIECAPtndzQ/s400/0513091032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335348780695753138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5801733506172446666?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5801733506172446666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5801733506172446666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5801733506172446666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5801733506172446666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-your-boyfriend-works-at-starbucks.html' title='When Your Boyfriend Works at Starbucks'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sgr3crovEbI/AAAAAAAABm8/uIECAPtndzQ/s72-c/0513091032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-455713192307996857</id><published>2009-05-06T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:40:50.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SgIRwZNHepI/AAAAAAAABm0/u0h_apVqPMo/s1600-h/zondercheck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SgIRwZNHepI/AAAAAAAABm0/u0h_apVqPMo/s400/zondercheck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844431857384082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zondervan.com/Cultures/en-US/Product/ProductDetail.htm?ProdID=com.zondervan.9780310719663&amp;QueryStringSite=Zondervan"&gt;My first book.&lt;/a&gt; Zondervan publishes the &lt;a href="http://www.zondervan.com/Cultures/en-US/Product/ProductDetail.htm?ProdID=com.zondervan.9780310719663&amp;QueryStringSite=Zondervan"&gt;Faithgirlz Handbook&lt;/a&gt; in October. I received the check on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-455713192307996857?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/455713192307996857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=455713192307996857&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/455713192307996857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/455713192307996857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/05/announcing.html' title='Announcing...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SgIRwZNHepI/AAAAAAAABm0/u0h_apVqPMo/s72-c/zondercheck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2430303213915216931</id><published>2009-05-06T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:00:40.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Affection</title><content type='html'>[At lunch today after Kevin and I established that improv might run late tonight and he needs to go to bed early.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Well, we already have seen each other today, so technically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt; I'll see you tonight after improv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2430303213915216931?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2430303213915216931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2430303213915216931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2430303213915216931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2430303213915216931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/05/affection.html' title='Affection'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3121503427595168121</id><published>2009-05-04T10:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:40:45.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frostie Dances</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bt9xBuGWgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bt9xBuGWgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of my coworker Peg. This is hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3121503427595168121?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3121503427595168121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3121503427595168121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3121503427595168121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3121503427595168121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/05/frostie-dances.html' title='Frostie Dances'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5886435633861263318</id><published>2009-04-28T09:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:49:54.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Country Music Half-Marathon—Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sfck3rM52UI/AAAAAAAABmk/QCWOA3544to/s1600-h/racefinish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sfck3rM52UI/AAAAAAAABmk/QCWOA3544to/s400/racefinish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329769222924523842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Krishana, Terah and I were glad to be finished!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday I completed the &lt;a href="http://www.cmmarathon.com/home.html"&gt;Country Music Half-Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in Nashville, Tenn. Did any of you run it? I figure there's a good chance, considering there were some 35,000 runners between the marathon and half-marathon. I got almost exactly the same time as on my last half-marathon (2:36 if you must know). But considering the 80 degree temperatures (and one truly evil hill near the end), I'm not disappointed. Not to mention, I got to run with my good friends &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/bestofchronological/author.cfm?authorname=Krishana%20Kraft"&gt;Krishana&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://terahfirma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terah.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a wonderful moment near the end of the race. After running up the final hill, I noticed a group of people. They stood at the corner cheering, waving signs and ringing cowbells. "You're looking strong," they shouted. "You're almost there." "Around the corner is all downhill." "Keep going!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the cloud of witnesses mentioned in Hebrews: "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us" (12:1). The writers of Scripture knew what it was like to be in a race. At that point--when the heat and fatigue and pain are conspiring against you--you really want to give up (at least I do!). You're hot and tired and the effort begins to feel like it's not worth it. But that is when the witnesses remind you: "You're almost there. Don't give up. A prize is waiting for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing the race was an accomplishment. (You know this if you read my &lt;a href="http://www.boundlessline.org/2008/07/summer-sugges-1.html"&gt;previous running blog post.)&lt;/a&gt; And, for me, it was more remarkable than for some. In 2000, due to a debilitating illness, I could barely stand from a sitting position, let alone run. I wrote about it in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=69627454716&amp;amp;h=2kDKh&amp;amp;u=quISx&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;"Giving My Dreams."&lt;/a&gt; At that time, I may not have dreamed of running a half-marathon, but I dreamed of being independent, finishing school, moving out of my parents' house, getting a good job, being healthy enough to be a wife and mom someday. Those were dreams that God asked me to relinquish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night as I lay in bed feeling so helpless, I prayed. I realized I had been ignoring God because I believed He might ask me to do the unthinkable—drop out of school. I didn't believe that God could possibly have anything better for me than what I desired for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night as my roommate lay sleeping across the room, I agonized before the Lord. I cried out to Him in anguish. This time the solution was not in my pocket. In fact, it seemed far beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tears rushed down my face, I told my &lt;em&gt;Abba, &lt;/em&gt;Daddy, that I would drop out of college if that was His will. This was my Isaac. I knew God wanted me to give Him my future, my hopes and my dreams.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your dreams are. Right now you may be ready to quit the race, feeling it's not worth it. Maybe you're at the bottom of that hill, and can't see an end in sight. Keep running! The witnesses are cheering you on. They have been where you are and are waiting to see what God will do in your life as you run faithfully. My witnesses were right: It was all downhill to the finish line, and it felt good to cross it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5886435633861263318?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5886435633861263318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5886435633861263318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5886435633861263318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5886435633861263318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-country-music-half.html' title='2009 Country Music Half-Marathon—Completed'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sfck3rM52UI/AAAAAAAABmk/QCWOA3544to/s72-c/racefinish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2368777141190617734</id><published>2009-04-18T12:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:27:58.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bekah and Ezra Visit Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobLurkpEI/AAAAAAAABmc/pNTOg9sp4tc/s1600-h/bekezGOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobLurkpEI/AAAAAAAABmc/pNTOg9sp4tc/s400/bekezGOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326099397642331202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bekah and Ezra at Garden of the Gods.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and brother-in-law are visiting me in Colorado Springs. On Thursday they visited the famous Garden of the Gods where the red rock formations are breathtaking. There they witnessed a proposal and got to take the couple's first engaged photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobG_Ag2-I/AAAAAAAABmU/vIXHUF0WNY4/s1600-h/bekezshugas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobG_Ag2-I/AAAAAAAABmU/vIXHUF0WNY4/s400/bekezshugas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326099316125785058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;At Shuga's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a Spring snowstorm my work shut down yesterday, giving me an extra day to spend with Bekah and Ezra. After sleeping in, we enjoyed a relaxing day before heading to a &lt;a href="http://www.thestickhorses.com/"&gt;Stick Horses in Pants improv show&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.stargazerstheater.com/"&gt;Stargazers Theatre.&lt;/a&gt; After the show we grabbed some Mediterranean fare at Shuga's in downtown Colorado Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Colorado adventures await us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobBLibBaI/AAAAAAAABmM/M59W5OAOrSE/s1600-h/suzkevshugas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobBLibBaI/AAAAAAAABmM/M59W5OAOrSE/s400/suzkevshugas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326099216410019234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me and Kevin at Shuga's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2368777141190617734?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2368777141190617734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2368777141190617734&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2368777141190617734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2368777141190617734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/04/bekah-and-ezra-visit-colorado.html' title='Bekah and Ezra Visit Colorado'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SeobLurkpEI/AAAAAAAABmc/pNTOg9sp4tc/s72-c/bekezGOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4762553482000547199</id><published>2009-04-16T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:15:29.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gathering Celebrates 5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7bz2hYpoxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7bz2hYpoxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegatheringhome.org/app/"&gt;My church&lt;/a&gt; recently celebrated 5 years of existence. The testimonies of our congregants tell the story best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4762553482000547199?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4762553482000547199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4762553482000547199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4762553482000547199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4762553482000547199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/04/gathering-celebrates-5-years.html' title='The Gathering Celebrates 5 Years'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6418440440759246902</id><published>2009-04-03T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:24:03.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming April 17 to Colorado Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SdZwWyy5TCI/AAAAAAAABmE/YaRDf72meTY/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SdZwWyy5TCI/AAAAAAAABmE/YaRDf72meTY/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320563546679495714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6418440440759246902?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6418440440759246902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6418440440759246902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6418440440759246902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6418440440759246902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-april-17-to-colorado-springs.html' title='Coming April 17 to Colorado Springs'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SdZwWyy5TCI/AAAAAAAABmE/YaRDf72meTY/s72-c/DSC01051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1647078224840526878</id><published>2009-04-01T09:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:57:03.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get a Ring By Spring</title><content type='html'>Statistics show that if you don't find your perfect man by the time you graduate college chances are good you never will. That ship will have sailed. Because of this alarming statistic it is crucial to take stock of your real purpose for pursuing higher education: to catch a fella! Here are four fail-proof steps for getting your MRS. degree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend a bridal...er, Bible college. Be sure it is credentialed for matrimony. Your chosen college should be well-known for some version of the following tagline: "A ring by spring or your money back." It is also helpful if your parents or another married couple you respect met there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep studies in their proper place. Adhere to the following rule of thumb: "Grades are not as important as dates." Of course you should strive for academic success. This shows available men that you are motivated and bright. But if your studies are getting in the way of your social life, it may be time to &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001699.cfm"&gt;settle&lt;/a&gt;...for a lower grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you do, do not, and I repeat do NOT let yourself go while you are in college. These are the most attractive years of your life no matter what anyone says. I...one girl I know made this mistake. She quit wearing makeup and doing her hair. As a result, she had zero dates for two and a half years. She did, however, graduate in the top ten percent of her class, but that was little consolation for a ringless finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If your senior year should come and there are no prospects, do not panic! You are not yet an old maid (that will happen after you graduate). Simply pray more fervently that one of the men you've &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001200.cfm"&gt;become chums with&lt;/a&gt; during the past three years will suddenly realize you are meant to be his wife! If nothing happens by second semester, seek professional help. Meet with the marriage and family professors and ask them to arrange a marriage. This had been done in the past with surprisingly good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[April Fools! Read the rest of the fun &lt;a href="http://boundful.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;here!]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1647078224840526878?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1647078224840526878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1647078224840526878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1647078224840526878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1647078224840526878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-get-ring-by-spring.html' title='How To Get a Ring By Spring'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3377599510056000904</id><published>2009-03-30T16:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:42:32.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>"It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before." —Jane Austen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3377599510056000904?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3377599510056000904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3377599510056000904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3377599510056000904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3377599510056000904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1001885096448193163</id><published>2009-03-25T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:44:49.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special=Kevin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ScqzgcIxcNI/AAAAAAAABl8/uf24c9vzBQ8/s1600-h/gotit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ScqzgcIxcNI/AAAAAAAABl8/uf24c9vzBQ8/s400/gotit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317259679954464978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you'll be hearing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1001885096448193163?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1001885096448193163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1001885096448193163&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1001885096448193163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1001885096448193163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/specialkevin.html' title='Special=Kevin'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ScqzgcIxcNI/AAAAAAAABl8/uf24c9vzBQ8/s72-c/gotit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7129889289274167466</id><published>2009-03-20T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:36:51.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Humor</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-post-10-not-knowing-which.html"&gt;"Stuff Christians Like."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Not Knowing Which Meals to Pray Before&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to pray before you eat something that has nougat in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people don't know that but if you look deep enough into the Old Testament you'll find the Hebrew word for nougat which is "chonoug." A lot of seminaries aren't teaching that, which is a shame, a dang shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding of course, but these are the kinds of conversations I have with my friends. Especially when it comes to praying before meals. That's such a murky subject which is why I've created the "Stuff Christians Like Guide to Food Prayers." Print it out and put it in your purse or wallet for the next time you have a question about proper food prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCL Guide to Food Prayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. The Stand Up Rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to stand up while eating, you don't have to pray. Regardless of what you are eating, standing up makes the food feel very light and insignificant. It's impossible to cut anything while standing too. You end up just spearing chunks of fruit or meat awkwardly while trying to keep the plate from tipping over onto the carpet, further upsetting the hosts whose dog you just made urinate on the couch because you got it too excited at the Christmas Eve party. That just got personal, but trust me, no prayer required here. Use this easy rhyme to remember: "if you can't sit, prayer forget it, if you have to stand, God understands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Wedding food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rule actually works for any big event where one person prays for the whole room. Listen carefully to that person's prayer. If it's good, dig in. If it's a little weak, you better double up and pray for yourself just to be sure. No offense to the other person, but it's better safe than sorry. Plus, it makes you look extra holy which is never a bad thing if you're single and trying to meet a bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Drive in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually depends on which fast food restaurant you go to. If you go to Chick-fil-A or In-n-Out you probably don't have to pray because those are Christian restaurants and the holiness is applied like barbecue sauce to the food items. You're covered. Taco Bell, Burger King and other restaurants are questionable. At the bare minimum, turn your back in the car while they use that bean and guacamole gun at Taco Bell and say a prayer. Chances are you'll need it. (By the way, if you're partaking in Taco Bell's "Fourth Meal" or the food they feed you between dinner and breakfast, you better pray. Lots. You've just introduced a grilled, toasted, roasted, 17 layer, bean bandalero to your stomach at 2 in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Progressive Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A progressive dinner is where you travel with people from house to house having one course at each. The question is, where and when do you pray? Is it before the first house or at each house? Good question. I pray at the beginning and then at each house that serves something that might need a little God. When I used to be a bag boy at a grocery store we called it "spot mopping." You didn't mop the whole floor, just the few areas that needed it. Same thing applies here. If one house has a fresh mandarin spinach salad, hold the prayer. If the next one has some sort of homemade sausage that may or may not be squirrel, you better start praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Gas Station Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nougat? No prayer. Beef jerky? Depends. If you do regular jerky, no problem, you don't have to pray. If you do that jerky, cheese marriage thing where there's a tube of orange cheese spooning the jerky, you better pray. Or if the logo on the bag is a guy in overalls or a barrel with rope suspenders, you should pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Before or After Appetizers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to get a waiter or waitress to come to your table is to start praying. They'll materialize out of thin air like some sort of prayer interrupting phantoms. I suggest praying in the parking lot before you get in the restaurant. That way, you eliminate any possible chance of the staff trying to crash your prayer party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Eating contests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh about 160. A few years ago, a coworker challenged me to an eating contest at Fuddrucker's, a hamburger joint. I accepted and ended up doing just fine in the "1lb throwdown." I was able to stomach a one pound cheeseburger without a problem. But then he suggested we do a "2lb showdown." Have you ever seen two pounds of meat on a plate? It was gross. It was like eating two 1lb meat Frisbees. I finished it, but ended up getting the meat sweats and eventually throwing up at work. I am dumb. If you ever find yourself in an eating contest, please pray. Constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today when you sit down for lunch or dinner you'll consider these pearls of wisdom. I also hope that you won't take this seriously and email me with comments like "how dare you tell people not to pray when they eat nougat. You heathen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7129889289274167466?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7129889289274167466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7129889289274167466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7129889289274167466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7129889289274167466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-humor.html' title='Friday Humor'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1358197586502358062</id><published>2009-03-18T09:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:48:08.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt Wins a Dude Ranch Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P18mLgq9Dc8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P18mLgq9Dc8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, we published an article in &lt;a href="http://www.clubhousemagazine.com/club_jr/"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Clubhouse Jr.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about a &lt;a href="http://www.kidstalkaboutgod.org/Home/ChildrensInternationalArtsFestival/WinnersCircle/tabid/887/Default.aspx"&gt;Bible contest&lt;/a&gt; where kids could win a dude ranch vacation for their families. One of our readers won! This is a news clip about the experience. I will get to go riding with the family in June at &lt;a href="http://www.tumblingriver.com/"&gt;Tumbling River Ranch&lt;/a&gt; in Grant, Colorado. Yee-haw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1358197586502358062?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1358197586502358062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1358197586502358062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1358197586502358062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1358197586502358062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/wyatt-wins-dude-ranch-vacation.html' title='Wyatt Wins a Dude Ranch Vacation'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7357239789013249409</id><published>2009-03-17T14:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:59:37.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bekah in Thoroughly Modern Millie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKT2Lhc7CHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKT2Lhc7CHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past two weekends, my sister Bekah played the part of Millie in Grays Harbor College's production of "Thoroughly Modern Millie." &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thoroughly_Modern_Millie_(musical)"&gt;From Wikipedia:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Based on the 1967 film of the same name, Thoroughly Modern Millie tells the story of a small-town girl, Millie Dillmount, who comes to New York City to marry for money instead of love – a thoroughly modern aim in 1922, when women were just entering the workforce. Millie soon begins to take delight in the flapper lifestyle, but problems arise when she checks into a hotel owned by the leader of a white slavery ring in China.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debuting in 2002, the musical won six Tony Awards, including Best Musical. The musical was pure fun! Bekah was phenomenal as the spunky Millie, who, as a modern girl, plots to marry her boss while falling in love with the poor but wonderful Jimmy. Bekah learned tap to play the part, and I enjoyed seeing her take her singing and acting to the next level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many Grays Harbor College productions, but this was the best. I overheard more than one theater-goer proclaim that they felt the production — based on its quality — belonged in a bigger city. But my favorite fan was Ezra, Bekah's husband, who attended every show. I asked him if he just wanted to tell everyone that his wife was the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course!" he said. "I even have a strategy. When I strike up a conversation with the person in the seat next to me I say, 'So, do you know anyone in the play?' " Eventually the person would reciprocate the question at which point, Ezra could bask in the reflected glory of his wife's accomplishments. I think that's how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final show I attended, I noticed Ezra chatting with the little, old lady in the seat next to him. I caught his eye a few minutes later and mouthed, "Did you tell her?" He grinned and gave me two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much my opinion of the play. Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ScAOH1NtSpI/AAAAAAAABl0/D4RV6s4SEDo/s1600-h/n42903061_31673603_6130941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ScAOH1NtSpI/AAAAAAAABl0/D4RV6s4SEDo/s400/n42903061_31673603_6130941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263088003631762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7357239789013249409?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7357239789013249409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7357239789013249409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7357239789013249409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7357239789013249409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/bekah-in-thoroughly-modern-millie.html' title='Bekah in Thoroughly Modern Millie'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ScAOH1NtSpI/AAAAAAAABl0/D4RV6s4SEDo/s72-c/n42903061_31673603_6130941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8770889835903076140</id><published>2009-03-16T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:03:28.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5K on St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sb6DQYOzt5I/AAAAAAAABlk/hJRsnEmQSc8/s1600-h/StPats5K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sb6DQYOzt5I/AAAAAAAABlk/hJRsnEmQSc8/s400/StPats5K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313828927749470098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky, Carmen and I ran the Colorado Springs 5K for St. Patrick's Day. I love how my number is THAT off center. I was satisfied with my time: 30:09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8770889835903076140?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8770889835903076140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8770889835903076140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8770889835903076140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8770889835903076140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/5k-on-st-patricks-day.html' title='5K on St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sb6DQYOzt5I/AAAAAAAABlk/hJRsnEmQSc8/s72-c/StPats5K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8410531308154741276</id><published>2009-03-10T16:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:51:45.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Dissonance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sbbu_lW_V_I/AAAAAAAABlc/3rFGX44kifk/s1600-h/1989_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sbbu_lW_V_I/AAAAAAAABlc/3rFGX44kifk/s400/1989_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311695586657785842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001989.cfm"&gt;pondering dissonance&lt;/a&gt; and its affect on faith. Many former Christians claim dissonance as the reason for leaving the faith. And I have experienced this disharmony myself. It can be very painful. But you have more than one option when dissonance occurs. You can run from the discomfort; or you can wait to see how God will choose to resolve the chord. Several of my friends have resorted to the former and have distanced themselves from Christianity. But one friend of mine experienced the latter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Two years ago, my friend Joe suffered a major crisis of faith. Halfway through Christian college, a series of hurtful experiences led him to seriously question his beliefs. With his former "perfect" life crumbling around him, Joe remembers asking himself, "Why do I have to believe this? Why be part of a group that hurts more than it helps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in a Christian home, Joe knew all the basics of Christianity. He'd given his life to Christ at a young age and even felt called to full time ministry as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, his faith didn't seem to ring true. He began making sinful choices, which heightened these feelings and isolated him from Christian community. "I was ready to throw it all away," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I heard someone say that dissonance is the number one reason people leave the faith. "If a person is claiming a set of beliefs while living in a way that violates those beliefs," he said, "he will eventually give up on his faith to escape the pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all experience this kind of disharmony at times in our lives. Googling dissonance and faith, I came across the blog of an ex-Christian. He wrote: "Christianity promised life fuller and more abundant. Instead, it separated me from life. It made me miserable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't have to go to the blogosphere to hear words like these. I've heard them from many of my own friends. Dissonance, defined here as "inconsistency between the beliefs one holds or between one's actions and one's beliefs," occurs when a person's perceptions about themselves and life fail to match their beliefs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sometimes painful, dissonance exists to be resolved. I believe it points us to a God with knowledge and ways so much higher than we can fathom. And it is that tension that produces the beautiful music that God plays in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001989.cfm"&gt;Read the rest of the article&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Boundless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8410531308154741276?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8410531308154741276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8410531308154741276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8410531308154741276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8410531308154741276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissonant-life.html' title='Christian Dissonance'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sbbu_lW_V_I/AAAAAAAABlc/3rFGX44kifk/s72-c/1989_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1071186076781749752</id><published>2009-02-27T15:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:53:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughly Modern Bekah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sahun8l4o6I/AAAAAAAABk8/cPdmZiDrYyI/s1600-h/n42903061_31661900_6447152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sahun8l4o6I/AAAAAAAABk8/cPdmZiDrYyI/s400/n42903061_31661900_6447152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307613793415111586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the "I love my family" category, I present to you some pictures my sister Bekah posted of her and Dad on "Wacky, Tacky Rehearsal Night" (these are the Irish Cobras). Bekah and my dad are currently rehearsing Grays Harbor College's Production of &lt;a href="http://www.ghc.edu/bishop/"&gt;"Thoroughly Modern Millie."&lt;/a&gt; Bekah's playing the part of Millie, and I get to see the show next weekend. So excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SahuywGNMPI/AAAAAAAABlM/83z8RiQrMno/s1600-h/n42903061_31661898_6648325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SahuywGNMPI/AAAAAAAABlM/83z8RiQrMno/s400/n42903061_31661898_6648325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307613979039576306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SahuuUFvhbI/AAAAAAAABlE/DRPGHfqceCo/s1600-h/n42903061_31661899_4116309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SahuuUFvhbI/AAAAAAAABlE/DRPGHfqceCo/s400/n42903061_31661899_4116309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307613902801962418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1071186076781749752?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1071186076781749752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1071186076781749752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1071186076781749752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1071186076781749752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoroughly-modern-bekah.html' title='Thoroughly Modern Bekah'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/Sahun8l4o6I/AAAAAAAABk8/cPdmZiDrYyI/s72-c/n42903061_31661900_6447152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6348595094377945637</id><published>2009-02-14T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:20:12.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey and Kaleb on the Today Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/29181061#29181061" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.msnbcLinks {font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;} .msnbcLinks a {text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px;} .msnbcLinks a:link, .msnbcLinks a:visited {color: #5799db !important;} .msnbcLinks a:hover, .msnbcLinks a:active {color:#CC0000 !important;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="msnbcLinks"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6348595094377945637?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6348595094377945637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6348595094377945637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6348595094377945637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6348595094377945637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/lacey-and-kaleb-on-today-show.html' title='Lacey and Kaleb on the Today Show'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-4033987929327194962</id><published>2009-02-14T12:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:55:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHiP and the RiP Win National Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZchYtbMwQI/AAAAAAAABkQ/r7MAJv8Q7vQ/s1600-h/alg_netflix_winners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZchYtbMwQI/AAAAAAAABkQ/r7MAJv8Q7vQ/s320/alg_netflix_winners.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302743794646302978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://www.thestickhorses.com"&gt;Stick Horses in Pants&lt;/a&gt; own Lacey Maynard and the RiP's Kaleb Kohart for winning the Netflix Greatest Kiss Contest by performing a spoof on the "Gone With the Wind" kiss at Grand Central Station in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/couple_48061___article.html/springs_netflix.html"&gt;local paper covered the story,&lt;/a&gt; as did the &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2009/02/14/2009-02-14_pair_wins_netflix_greatest_kiss_challeng.html"&gt;New York Daily News.&lt;/a&gt; Check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BodCti094rw"&gt;the video! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Lacey and Kaleb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-4033987929327194962?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4033987929327194962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=4033987929327194962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4033987929327194962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/4033987929327194962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/ship-and-rip-win-national-contest.html' title='SHiP and the RiP Win National Contest!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZchYtbMwQI/AAAAAAAABkQ/r7MAJv8Q7vQ/s72-c/alg_netflix_winners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3721552173865697237</id><published>2009-02-12T09:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:48:58.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Gracie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRSv3NbkAI/AAAAAAAABkI/N0M_kO4emB8/s1600-h/n793400575_5795082_5028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRSv3NbkAI/AAAAAAAABkI/N0M_kO4emB8/s320/n793400575_5795082_5028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301953643549528066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first niece, Grace Marie, was born on Feb. 5, 2009, at 4:15 p.m. She was 19 inches and 6 lbs., 9 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRSmrmi-NI/AAAAAAAABkA/JjphGT2By0Q/s1600-h/n793400575_5795065_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRSmrmi-NI/AAAAAAAABkA/JjphGT2By0Q/s320/n793400575_5795065_2030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301953485814823122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRShLW8lQI/AAAAAAAABj4/unIk93Ok20M/s1600-h/n793400575_5795072_3590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRShLW8lQI/AAAAAAAABj4/unIk93Ok20M/s320/n793400575_5795072_3590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301953391260112130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already a Daddy's Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Photos by Sarah Romanov&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3721552173865697237?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3721552173865697237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3721552173865697237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3721552173865697237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3721552173865697237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-gracie.html' title='Welcome, Gracie!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZRSv3NbkAI/AAAAAAAABkI/N0M_kO4emB8/s72-c/n793400575_5795082_5028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7157705467487599527</id><published>2009-02-11T13:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:57:12.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lip Gloss and Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZM7ltLN35I/AAAAAAAABjw/Kn_6FYR66a8/s1600-h/1967_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZM7ltLN35I/AAAAAAAABjw/Kn_6FYR66a8/s320/1967_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301646705313046418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, I wrote a post here about my new involvement with selling &lt;a href="http://www.arbonne.com"&gt;Arbonne&lt;/a&gt; and what is was teaching me about evangelism. As I talked with people, the ideas seemed to resonate, so I went ahead and wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001967.cfm"&gt;full-length article&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001967.cfm"&gt;boundless.org.&lt;/a&gt; Here's an excerpt: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I couldn't believe what I'd just agreed to. I don't know if was a side-effect of the peppermint mocha I was drinking or the giddiness of spending a day with my sisters or a combination of both. But in a moment of solidarity, I had agreed to join my sisters in a business venture: selling our favorite skin care and beauty products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home for Thanksgiving break when we began discussing our dreams and goals for the future. And before I knew it, we were making a plan to make a splash in the beauty biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I sat in front of my computer, composing an e-mail to inform my friends of my newfound passion for cosmetics. I willed away the images of ladies driving pink cars (even though that wasn't the company I was representing), as I wrote and rewrote my "happy" news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt like I was writing a confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (former) friends. I am writing to inform you that I have joined a network marketing company. I realize that this decision may cause you to terminate our friendship. I apologize for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's not what I wrote. But it was with trepidation that I sent out the announcement. I felt awkward. After all, sales, network marketing and the beauty product industry had up until this point been foreign territory for me. As much as I loved the products I was representing, I had my own negative stereotypes of this kind of company and I felt certain many of my friends felt the same way.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001967.cfm"&gt;Read the rest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7157705467487599527?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7157705467487599527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7157705467487599527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7157705467487599527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7157705467487599527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/lip-gloss-and-jesus.html' title='Lip Gloss and Jesus'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SZM7ltLN35I/AAAAAAAABjw/Kn_6FYR66a8/s72-c/1967_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2472200390017475467</id><published>2009-01-29T16:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:02:13.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With the Old; In With the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYJBpbd2gyI/AAAAAAAABjg/izQ-t9xVIhc/s1600-h/SuzyQ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYJBpbd2gyI/AAAAAAAABjg/izQ-t9xVIhc/s320/SuzyQ1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296868291744531234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a new headshot taken; it was time. I've been using the one above since it was taken in 2004 (for &lt;a href="http://www.thestickhorses.com"&gt;improv&lt;/a&gt;). But today someone requested a higher resolution photo, so I had to fight my fears of the unknown and get a new headshot. I still love the Colorado-feel of the first one, but I think I look grown up in the second.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYJBs5jWgoI/AAAAAAAABjo/7UmbLJkv2yc/s1600-h/_MG_3436lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYJBs5jWgoI/AAAAAAAABjo/7UmbLJkv2yc/s320/_MG_3436lowres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296868351360270978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2472200390017475467?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2472200390017475467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2472200390017475467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2472200390017475467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2472200390017475467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out With the Old; In With the New'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYJBpbd2gyI/AAAAAAAABjg/izQ-t9xVIhc/s72-c/SuzyQ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8945584356451878751</id><published>2009-01-28T15:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:34:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYDc6Sl_ajI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ESlEpPW8_G8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYDc6Sl_ajI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ESlEpPW8_G8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476055769410098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fiddler-on-the-Roof/dp/B00005OB07/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1233181748&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;"Fiddler on the Roof."&lt;/a&gt; Ah, so many good memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8945584356451878751?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8945584356451878751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8945584356451878751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8945584356451878751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8945584356451878751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-listening.html' title='Now Listening'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SYDc6Sl_ajI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ESlEpPW8_G8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-5445980181140312931</id><published>2009-01-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:50:20.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars and Stripes and Giant Bows Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SXemoCkXJ_I/AAAAAAAABfs/HBEhs2ul_M4/s1600-h/Franklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SXemoCkXJ_I/AAAAAAAABfs/HBEhs2ul_M4/s320/Franklin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293883093811668978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Denise's &lt;a href="http://denisemorris.wordpress.com/2009/01/21/stars-and-stripes-and-giant-bows-forever/"&gt;humorous take on the inauguration.&lt;/a&gt; Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-5445980181140312931?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/5445980181140312931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=5445980181140312931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5445980181140312931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/5445980181140312931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/stars-and-stripes-and-giant-bows.html' title='Stars and Stripes and Giant Bows Forever'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SXemoCkXJ_I/AAAAAAAABfs/HBEhs2ul_M4/s72-c/Franklin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2404556059542005413</id><published>2009-01-20T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:12:27.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Mr. President</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;    I guess the time has come for you to,&lt;br /&gt;    Pack up all your things and turn the page,&lt;br /&gt;    So I was thinking as you left,&lt;br /&gt;    I’d try to write a song to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;    What so many of us want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For all those sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;    I am sure you must have had,&lt;br /&gt;    For all the prayers I’m sure you prayed,&lt;br /&gt;    For how you tried to lead us when the way was so unclear,&lt;br /&gt;    I am sure it wasn’t always evident,&lt;br /&gt;    But thank you Mr. President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Goodbye, Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;    You will not be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;    All the courage and the hope you helped us find,&lt;br /&gt;    I can’t imagine how it felt,&lt;br /&gt;    To stand where you were standing,&lt;br /&gt;    And to try to make the calls you thought were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So for those sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;    I am sure you must have had,&lt;br /&gt;    That put those lines around your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;    For how you carried the weight,&lt;br /&gt;    Even when the lights went out,&lt;br /&gt;    I am sure you’ll never know how much it meant,&lt;br /&gt;    I thank you, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So for those days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;    When they write about the past,&lt;br /&gt;    And everybody has their say,&lt;br /&gt;    From all of us who know,&lt;br /&gt;    You gave us everything you could,&lt;br /&gt;    We hope you will remember this,&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you, Mr. President!&lt;br /&gt;    Goodbye, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;I&gt;—Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2404556059542005413?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2404556059542005413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2404556059542005413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2404556059542005413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2404556059542005413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-mr-president.html' title='Goodbye, Mr. President'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6700268770728340684</id><published>2009-01-16T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:02:11.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Just Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2809991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2809991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user759504"&gt;Joe Nicolosi&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6700268770728340684?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6700268770728340684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6700268770728340684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6700268770728340684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6700268770728340684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-just-funny.html' title='This is Just Funny'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3836776601791513475</id><published>2009-01-15T14:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:33:47.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Seat Cushion is a Flotation Device</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SW-wu6LJlLI/AAAAAAAABfk/EQnIjgC0Sa0/s1600-h/capt.f61b8a02e93d44f29736f45489b2be35.aptopix_new_york_plane_in_river_nydp105-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SW-wu6LJlLI/AAAAAAAABfk/EQnIjgC0Sa0/s320/capt.f61b8a02e93d44f29736f45489b2be35.aptopix_new_york_plane_in_river_nydp105-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291642407120114866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090115/ap_on_re_us/plane_in_river"&gt;the reason&lt;/a&gt; why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: It's actually &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/river_46306___article.html/airplane_hudson.html"&gt;a fairly phenomenal story&lt;/a&gt; with a local (Colorado Springs) angle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3836776601791513475?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3836776601791513475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3836776601791513475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3836776601791513475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3836776601791513475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-seat-cushion-is-flotation-device.html' title='Your Seat Cushion is a Flotation Device'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SW-wu6LJlLI/AAAAAAAABfk/EQnIjgC0Sa0/s72-c/capt.f61b8a02e93d44f29736f45489b2be35.aptopix_new_york_plane_in_river_nydp105-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2870855041454724205</id><published>2009-01-14T09:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:49:32.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways to Be Marriable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SW4XkLxY8XI/AAAAAAAABfE/0boUuVP-iGk/s1600-h/1942_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SW4XkLxY8XI/AAAAAAAABfE/0boUuVP-iGk/s320/1942_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291192522609586546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to all my friends who contributed their stories and insights to &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001942.cfm"&gt;this article!&lt;/a&gt; I was encouraged by hearing what God has done in your lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2870855041454724205?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2870855041454724205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2870855041454724205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2870855041454724205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2870855041454724205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-ways-to-be-marriable.html' title='10 Ways to Be Marriable'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SW4XkLxY8XI/AAAAAAAABfE/0boUuVP-iGk/s72-c/1942_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-1813195518664184618</id><published>2009-01-05T09:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:22:59.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Article on Ungrind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SWIw-dNfTsI/AAAAAAAABe0/oJpKU42REGs/s1600-h/6a00e0099410db8833010536a637ca970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SWIw-dNfTsI/AAAAAAAABe0/oJpKU42REGs/s320/6a00e0099410db8833010536a637ca970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287842762037612226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.ungrind.org/2009/01/just-like-mom.html"&gt;"Just Like Mom,"&lt;/a&gt; (new today on &lt;a href="http://www.ungrind.org"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Ungrind)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I talk about how I'm becoming my mother and why I'm glad. I love you, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-1813195518664184618?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1813195518664184618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=1813195518664184618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1813195518664184618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/1813195518664184618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-article-on-ungrind.html' title='Fresh Article on Ungrind'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SWIw-dNfTsI/AAAAAAAABe0/oJpKU42REGs/s72-c/6a00e0099410db8833010536a637ca970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-2770685906361610589</id><published>2009-01-01T14:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:05:20.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV64LIRg9FI/AAAAAAAABek/0hvvzsXnNxQ/s1600-h/boysxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV64LIRg9FI/AAAAAAAABek/0hvvzsXnNxQ/s400/boysxmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286865513918559314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, Bekah and her husband Ezra arrived late morning. Even though they weren't originally planning on it, they stayed two nights! Christmas was wonderful. We were all together with good food, laughter and two adorable little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVwCqaEQ6hI/AAAAAAAABd8/XgBmQJkZRTs/s1600-h/dadsuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVwCqaEQ6hI/AAAAAAAABd8/XgBmQJkZRTs/s400/dadsuz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286102990201088530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVwDyvyhpBI/AAAAAAAABeE/iOBxXrq2o2g/s1600-h/hadfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVwDyvyhpBI/AAAAAAAABeE/iOBxXrq2o2g/s400/hadfam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104232982848530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV64tJC2LLI/AAAAAAAABes/DlAPuhxyQ5A/s1600-h/collegegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV64tJC2LLI/AAAAAAAABes/DlAPuhxyQ5A/s400/collegegirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286866098241023154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my college friend Kelly stopped by with her family. We had planned to have five members of our original dorm section meet up (as we have in some form for 12 years!), but the weather kept two of the girls away. We were glad that Kelly and Darren were able to brave the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVwD8Ff_tOI/AAAAAAAABeM/-SQLY16ncSE/s1600-h/WVCCyouthgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVwD8Ff_tOI/AAAAAAAABeM/-SQLY16ncSE/s400/WVCCyouthgroup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104393429529826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday, four members of my high school youth group (who all live in Seattle now) four-wheeled it back into the Hadley property. We played games, reminisced, ate Mom's chili and enjoyed general merriment. There's few things in the world better than seeing old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas was truly wonderful. I loved getting "snowed in" with the family, going on an Old Navy run with Bekah and Ezra, being woken up by little voices, wrapping Christmas presents while watching "White Christmas," hugging old friends and baking goodies. It was a snowy little Christmas to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-2770685906361610589?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2770685906361610589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=2770685906361610589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2770685906361610589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/2770685906361610589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-yourself-snowy-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 4'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV64LIRg9FI/AAAAAAAABek/0hvvzsXnNxQ/s72-c/boysxmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3490755412677681765</id><published>2008-12-31T16:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:18:05.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV0w_3xNXoI/AAAAAAAABeU/dApGjGW_jPs/s1600-h/mattbendinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV0w_3xNXoI/AAAAAAAABeU/dApGjGW_jPs/s400/mattbendinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286435411463069314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, it snowed all day. Mom and I baked about a bazillion cookies. And Matt continued to check in with the weather report from Clatskanie. Because he's a pastor, he and the fam were planning to stick around town for their church's Christmas Eve service, have Christmas as a family in the morning and then drive up to see us in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Mom began making Christmas Eve dinner, we received a call from Matt, informing us that their power had gone out and the Christmas Eve service had been canceled, so they were heading up immediately. They arrived around 8 p.m., just in time for Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV0yBvps6MI/AAAAAAAABec/8yv8N2qZFOc/s1600-h/coffeepot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV0yBvps6MI/AAAAAAAABec/8yv8N2qZFOc/s400/coffeepot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286436543155464386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I should note here is that we had an "incident" with the coffee pot. Earlier in the day, Mom had forgotten to put the lid on the carafe, which evidently is a serious offense, and the coffee pot refused to work normally after that. I snapped this shot of Mom and Dad trying to figure it out. When Matt arrived, he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he and dad headed out into the snow in search of a new coffee pot (we Hadley's love our coffee). Unfortunately, nothing was open. And, so, with renewed determination, Matt set to work again and soon discovered the problem (a clogged tube) and fixed the coffee pot. Hooray! From then on a I referred to it as the coffee pot that nearly stole Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bed we had a nice little Christmas Eve service. I was so thankful Matt, Anna and the boys got to come early. That made Christmas morning extra special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3490755412677681765?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3490755412677681765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3490755412677681765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3490755412677681765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3490755412677681765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-snowy-little-christmas_467.html' title='Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 3'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SV0w_3xNXoI/AAAAAAAABeU/dApGjGW_jPs/s72-c/mattbendinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6624506288685081967</id><published>2008-12-31T16:38:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:59:56.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 2</title><content type='html'>On December 23 my brother, Matt, text messaged me most of the day. "It's not looking good." "No Frontier flights have gone out." "They're not letting planes land." And so with trepidation I headed up to the Denver airport anyway that evening. &lt;a href="http://ejucatedguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toby&lt;/a&gt; gave me a ride (after I promised him we'd sing "Carol of the Bells" repeatedly and in various keys) and was nice enough to stick around the airport for awhile after I went through security, just in case my flight was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be on the only Frontier flight to make it into Portland that day. We had no difficulties, and Matt picked me up in Portland with the help of his Suburban and chains. As we walked through the airport, sad, would-be travelers lay in all corners, trying to get comfortable on their luggage. "Don't smile," I whispered to Matt. I didn't want to make them feel any worse. With my 11:30 p.m. arrival, we didn't get back to Matt's house until 1:30 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6624506288685081967?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6624506288685081967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6624506288685081967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6624506288685081967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6624506288685081967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-snowy-little-christmas_31.html' title='Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 2'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-568604399312811205</id><published>2008-12-31T15:33:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:44:07.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVvz9sHn1GI/AAAAAAAABdk/keSnCxd8kIc/s1600-h/momsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVvz9sHn1GI/AAAAAAAABdk/keSnCxd8kIc/s400/momsnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286086828790109282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before I was set to fly into the Northwest, Washington and Oregon got pummeled with snow. I love this picture of Mom shoveling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVv0LpH2G8I/AAAAAAAABds/CbbgnjrST3A/s1600-h/snowyhadhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVv0LpH2G8I/AAAAAAAABds/CbbgnjrST3A/s400/snowyhadhome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286087068503907266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 18 inches fell in Olympia, making my parents' house look ready for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVvz5GbXJ-I/AAAAAAAABdc/gDdzuXfMsJE/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVvz5GbXJ-I/AAAAAAAABdc/gDdzuXfMsJE/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286086749952878562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow provided an optimal backdrop for the Christmas tree! However, for as beautiful as the snow was, it caused major problems at both the Seattle and Portland airports. To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-568604399312811205?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/568604399312811205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=568604399312811205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/568604399312811205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/568604399312811205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-snowy-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself a Snowy Little Christmas, Part 1'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVvz9sHn1GI/AAAAAAAABdk/keSnCxd8kIc/s72-c/momsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3445326153206198482</id><published>2008-12-30T14:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:17:56.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My New...Favorite Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVqP-zqh0sI/AAAAAAAABdU/pTZ-bScYH7o/s1600-h/n628158294_1271774_4619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVqP-zqh0sI/AAAAAAAABdU/pTZ-bScYH7o/s400/n628158294_1271774_4619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285695421855945410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me explain the title. This Christmas my 3-year-old nephew Ben really enjoyed opening all his presents. The cutest part was that as he tore the paper on each one, before he could even see the contents, he would say (exclaim, shout): "IT'S MY NEW..." My new drums. My new race car. My new toothbrush. (Yes, that is an actual example; my sister-in-law is such a good mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading in the Psalms a few days ago and came across this passage. IT'S MY NEW favorite verse. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. &lt;B&gt;—Psalm 16:5-6&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3445326153206198482?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3445326153206198482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3445326153206198482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3445326153206198482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3445326153206198482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-my-newfavorite-verse.html' title='It&apos;s My New...Favorite Verse'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SVqP-zqh0sI/AAAAAAAABdU/pTZ-bScYH7o/s72-c/n628158294_1271774_4619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-8099304437540769133</id><published>2008-12-29T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:33:13.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smilebox Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, my blog readers! Many of you may have received my Christmas card slideshow by e-mail. If not, &lt;a href=" http://smilebox.com/playEmail/4e6a457a4f4455794e413d3d0d0a&amp;sb=1"&gt;please take a look.&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-8099304437540769133?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8099304437540769133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=8099304437540769133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8099304437540769133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/8099304437540769133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/smilebox-christmas.html' title='A Smilebox Christmas'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-3571568392246647447</id><published>2008-12-19T08:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:53:05.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vessel of Honor on Boundless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SUvDOkXpziI/AAAAAAAABdM/HafevO6KBL8/s1600-h/1923_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SUvDOkXpziI/AAAAAAAABdM/HafevO6KBL8/s400/1923_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281529643070508578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shuttle driver was prophesying. Not just praying with gusto, as I had seen him do in the past, but full out prophesying. What had begun as a simple prayer for the children in the Sunday school class I teach had become a very personal word from God to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd had half a dozen spiritual conversations with Tony, the 50-something shuttle driver at my local mechanic shop, and he'd prayed for me before. But this day was different. Without knowing my personal history, Tony proclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Lord, for preserving her. Thank you for preserving her purity. You have set her aside for a purpose. She is a vessel of honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001923.cfm"&gt;Read more....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-3571568392246647447?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/3571568392246647447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=3571568392246647447&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3571568392246647447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/3571568392246647447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/vessel-of-honor-on-boundless.html' title='Vessel of Honor on Boundless'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SUvDOkXpziI/AAAAAAAABdM/HafevO6KBL8/s72-c/1923_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-9136911902591634904</id><published>2008-12-17T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:49:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Recommend....</title><content type='html'>That you go to &lt;a href="http://durias.wordpress.com/"&gt;the Daily Durias&lt;/a&gt; and read about eight posts. It will make your day happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-9136911902591634904?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/9136911902591634904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=9136911902591634904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/9136911902591634904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/9136911902591634904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-recommend.html' title='Today I Recommend....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6127090916407471002</id><published>2008-12-16T12:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:14:36.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments to the Dentist</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to the dentist for my six-month cleaning. Yesterday when I was telling people the reason I would be out of the office for a few hours, everyone said, "Oh. I'm sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that a dental appointment isn't the most savored of engagements. I mean, depending upon who you are, it probably ranks up there with getting an oil change, cleaning toilets or running naked into an icy lake on New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dental experience was different. For you see, my appointment doubled as a self-esteem booster. The moment I entered the office the receptionist said, "Hey there, Cutie." After that, I was referred to as "Darlin'," "Sweetie," "Beautiful," and, my personal favorite, "Miss America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure you have an image of this complimentary person in your mind. But the thing is, she is so sincere that I really walked out of there practically waving a hand and visualizing my tiara. Seriously. I felt so built up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments are a wonderful, powerful thing. So don't be stingy with them! They can even make a trip to the dentist a pleasure. (BTW, no cavities!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6127090916407471002?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6127090916407471002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6127090916407471002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6127090916407471002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6127090916407471002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/compliments-to-dentist.html' title='Compliments to the Dentist'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6039076400686690875</id><published>2008-12-15T12:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:49:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horsey Bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SUa02hgW4CI/AAAAAAAABdA/sXWb2oJUE_g/s1600-h/Horsey+Bunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SUa02hgW4CI/AAAAAAAABdA/sXWb2oJUE_g/s400/Horsey+Bunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280106461938507810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought some of you would like to see my improv troupe's new poster. I think it's rather clever. If you're in the area, come to our next show on January 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6039076400686690875?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6039076400686690875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6039076400686690875&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6039076400686690875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6039076400686690875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/horsey-bunch.html' title='The Horsey Bunch'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/SUa02hgW4CI/AAAAAAAABdA/sXWb2oJUE_g/s72-c/Horsey+Bunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-6656984151924375928</id><published>2008-12-09T22:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:40:08.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the Roomie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ST9WGi3DVxI/AAAAAAAABFg/niNkY34_4DU/s1600-h/svetasuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ST9WGi3DVxI/AAAAAAAABFg/niNkY34_4DU/s400/svetasuz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278031958738425618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my housemate and I went out to the Steaksmith to celebrate the straight &lt;I&gt;A's&lt;/I&gt; she earned this semester. We enjoyed some delicious steaks and holiday cheer. I can't believe we've lived together for two and a half years. I love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ST9WBPzpxGI/AAAAAAAABFY/kPCdKHvN-1s/s1600-h/Svetasteak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ST9WBPzpxGI/AAAAAAAABFY/kPCdKHvN-1s/s400/Svetasteak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278031867724547170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-6656984151924375928?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6656984151924375928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=6656984151924375928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6656984151924375928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/6656984151924375928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrating-roomie.html' title='Celebrating the Roomie'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/ST9WGi3DVxI/AAAAAAAABFg/niNkY34_4DU/s72-c/svetasuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-635319828948167250</id><published>2008-12-07T21:42:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:12:27.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Carpool Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyqkOg1PkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/3tWT5XJOXBY/s1600-h/xmasfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyqkOg1PkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/3tWT5XJOXBY/s400/xmasfood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277280402719194690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so about a year ago I started a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=5897631249"&gt;Facebook group&lt;/a&gt; for 20- and 30-somethings who attend &lt;a href="http://www.thegatheringhome.org/app/"&gt;my church.&lt;/a&gt; At a friend's suggestion I named it "Carpool." For over a year, the group had about 12 members. The intention was to get together and do stuff, but we never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STynOFKqWVI/AAAAAAAABE4/5uCemXQm1_4/s1600-h/graceabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STynOFKqWVI/AAAAAAAABE4/5uCemXQm1_4/s320/graceabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277276723718281554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abe and Grace. Grace was our &lt;I&gt;Clubhouse&lt;/I&gt; intern back in 2000. Now she and her husband attend my church!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last month, we all met up after church one day for lunch. Brandy made delicious chili, and it was a good time. I discovered that people were confused about the name of the group — Carpool. Some thought it was actually a group for organizing carpools to church. After that confusion was cleared up, the number of members shot to 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STynChEyPsI/AAAAAAAABEo/3GfUBw5Mh9Q/s1600-h/melsuzxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STynChEyPsI/AAAAAAAABEo/3GfUBw5Mh9Q/s320/melsuzxmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277276525051395778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friend Melissa helped me clean the house for the party!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hosted a Christmas party at my house. Everyone brought yummy Christmas goodness (including Dan's "evil" chocolate pudding dessert), and we watched "Elf." I had a great time getting to know other young adults (single and married) who attend my church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I love about the Gathering is that it is multi-generational and everyone is very service and outreach oriented. Among those who came today were four Sunday school teachers, a tech guy, our church secretary and a drama team member. I think that's cool. But because we're all serving, we're sometimes ships passing in the night when it comes to church. That was the best thing about today — gaining encouragement from our peers. If you're lacking community at your church, just start a "carpool." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next event: bowling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyoqa6iiAI/AAAAAAAABFI/7x2oMrJnOJw/s1600-h/dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyoqa6iiAI/AAAAAAAABFI/7x2oMrJnOJw/s320/dan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277278310104205314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dan: Tech guru and dessert-maker extraordinaire.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyolHtUgSI/AAAAAAAABFA/CSdNCLfDOho/s1600-h/bradkate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyolHtUgSI/AAAAAAAABFA/CSdNCLfDOho/s320/bradkate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277278219049140514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad and Kate talk art and Hallmark movies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-635319828948167250?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/635319828948167250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=635319828948167250&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/635319828948167250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/635319828948167250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/carpool-christmas.html' title='A Carpool Christmas'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STyqkOg1PkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/3tWT5XJOXBY/s72-c/xmasfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14085326.post-7367686240921687362</id><published>2008-12-04T09:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:36:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Advice From a 9-Year-Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STgG0qBc8hI/AAAAAAAABEg/0wfVmHj5i38/s1600-h/howtotalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STgG0qBc8hI/AAAAAAAABEg/0wfVmHj5i38/s320/howtotalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275974465167880722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine-year-old Alec Grevin gives advice on &lt;a href="http://www.bordersmedia.com/borderspresents/greven?cmpid=SL_20081204_REW"&gt;how to talk to girls.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is worth watching. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14085326-7367686240921687362?l=secondestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7367686240921687362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14085326&amp;postID=7367686240921687362&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7367686240921687362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14085326/posts/default/7367686240921687362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondestate.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationship-advice-from-9-year-old.html' title='Relationship Advice From a 9-Year-Old'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06082397622528304997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f247/suzannehadley/687641536_m-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWEh3o0KQVw/STgG0qBc8hI/AAAAAAAABEg/0wfVmHj5i38/s72-c/howtotalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
