<?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-2828993847655042764</id><updated>2011-09-06T07:31:48.371-07:00</updated><category term='a year'/><category term='a wedding'/><category term='and a baby girl'/><category term='tuxedo rentals'/><title type='text'>Lizzy's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-6665612976514465104</id><published>2010-12-05T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:55:21.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and a baby girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a wedding'/><title type='text'>An update covering a year!</title><content type='html'>So much has changed in the past year! I almost don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvvrBDhT7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/oh6uqA_O924/s1600/CE0767_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvvrBDhT7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/oh6uqA_O924/s320/CE0767_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547290888333512626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year, I met and married the one guy (Curtis Boaz) who completes me in every way. I knew right away that he was "the one" and our relationship took off from there. God gave me everything I'd ever prayed for and more in him. Of course there was a condition in the gift... I had to move to Texas. Yep, I now live in Texas! I've found that I really do miss everything about California. Everything from my family to the food. At first, I was naive about it all and really thought that I could give it all up and not miss it, but I was quickly proven wrong. All in all though, I don't mind living here...Curtis makes it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very long after Curtis and I got married, we got pregnant. According to my doctor we got pregnant around May 26th...we got married on May 8th. Not long at all eh? I've found th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvxSdmYCZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/E4vRRUWsEdc/s1600/First%2Bpicture%2Bof%2Bamelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvxSdmYCZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/E4vRRUWsEdc/s320/First%2Bpicture%2Bof%2Bamelia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547292665522424210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at pregnancy and I do not get along very well. I was extremely sick from week 6 to week 17 of my pregnancy. At one point, Curtis took me to the ER because for three days straight I hadn't been able to keep ANYTHING down... not even water. While there, the nurse was digging into my arm with an IV trying to find my vein. Thankfully she ended up pulling it out and putting it in the top of my hand. I was so dehydrated at the time that my veins were very hard to find. From the point my pregnancy got a tiny bit easier...but not by much. They put me on Promethazine, which helped me with the nausea and helped me keep food down. After week 17, I quit throwing up. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 29th, we found out what we are having. We found out we are having a girl! We've already decided on her name and that is Amelia Evaine Boaz. We love names with mean&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvyiH2IryI/AAAAAAAAANM/duiVLNdQYZQ/s1600/its%2Ba%2Bgirl%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvyiH2IryI/AAAAAAAAANM/duiVLNdQYZQ/s320/its%2Ba%2Bgirl%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547294034072481570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ings and we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvyMJawOeI/AAAAAAAAANE/lE9FE32rX4k/s1600/amelia%2Bsucking%2Bher%2Bthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvyMJawOeI/AAAAAAAAANE/lE9FE32rX4k/s320/amelia%2Bsucking%2Bher%2Bthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547293656537381346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loved the idea of a name that really isn't all that common... unlike mine. =) Amelia means "To Strive or Excel or Rival", Evaine is another form of Eve meaning "Life" and our last name, Boaz means "Strength". Amelia already has her daddy wrapped around her tiny finger and we will be expecting her to arrive around February 16, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to go out to California for the week of Thanksgiving and we had a great time! While there my family and friends threw Curtis and me a surprise baby shower! I was oblivious until I'd walked into my Uncle James's house and saw everyone in there. You would have thought that the balloons on the mailbox would give it away, but all I'd thought was that I'd missed someone's birthday. I remember walking in though and trying not to cry. I was so surprised and v&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv2C6dQqWI/AAAAAAAAANU/tOZdeyxrxbc/s1600/Baby%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv2C6dQqWI/AAAAAAAAANU/tOZdeyxrxbc/s320/Baby%2Bcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547297895949052258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ery happy to see everyone... I think that's probably the moment that I realized just how much I missed everyone. The baby shower went very well and we received A LOT of clothes for Amelia. We have clothes of every size and when I say every size I mean newborn to 24 months. I really am blessed to have such great family and friends. The rest of our visit went well and we brought home a lot of my furniture including a rocking chair that my mom received from my grandmother when my mom got pregnant with me. It was SO hard to leave though, believe you, me. I don't think I've completely recovered yet, but I know that in a little less than 2 1/2 months I'll at least get to see my mom and my sister. They'll be coming out for Amelia's birth and I've found that Alisha, of all people, is excited about becoming an aunt. I never thought I'd see the day that my sister would be spoiling a baby that has yet to be born. Alisha has bought her everything from a pink stuffed dog to a pair of baby vans and baby converse. I never thought a baby could bring near as many changes to mine and my family's lives, but I'm glad for the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos2bdesired.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv3qbgxZJI/AAAAAAAAANc/viWuuZbY2nU/s320/daddy%2Bkiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547299674348676242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in California, we were given a free photo session from the woman who did our wedding photos and I cannot tell you just how much we love her and her work! She is an amazing person and an amazing photographer. I'm still waiting for a link to the full size photos, but I took a screen shot of one photo so that ya'll have a small glimpse of what's to come. Click on the photo and visit her website! She's great and if you live in the Southern California area...she's a great person to go to. She's not super expensive, her work is great, and she is just an all around great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am 29 weeks and will be 30 weeks on Wednesday and Amelia moves so much these days that sleep has become pretty difficult to come by. I know that it's only going to get harder when she's born and keeping me up with late night feedings, but at least she won't be kicking and jabbing me from the inside haha. In fact, she's moving pretty rapidly as I type this. I know she's going to be one hyper little girl, but I think Curtis and I are up for the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-6665612976514465104?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/6665612976514465104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=6665612976514465104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6665612976514465104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6665612976514465104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2010/12/update-covering-year.html' title='An update covering a year!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPvvrBDhT7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/oh6uqA_O924/s72-c/CE0767_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-4509061908169475444</id><published>2009-11-04T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:14:18.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's work in our lives.</title><content type='html'>All things work together for the good of those who love God&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, isn't that right? I think that sometimes we, as Christians, forget that. Often times, we find ourselves questioning and getting angry about God's work in our lives instead of embracing the constant changes and works in progress. As He works on us, we grow, we experience, and we learn. If it wasn't for God, all of us would probably be lost in a state of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 20 years, God has taken me through many dark alleys and brightly lit paths and with each experience I learned a little more about myself, my role in this world, and God's never ending faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the lessons you are able to see right away...others you don't actually understand until you've gone down other paths. But you do eventually know why God worked that situation into your life. There is always a reason we go through what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think hard enough and maybe you don't have to think that hard, I'm sure you could come up with at least one situation, where you felt the trial/tribulation you were going through was all for not. Now hold on to that situation...think about a time when God used your "all for not" trial/tribulation to strengthen or further something else in your life. It could have played a part in some major turning point in your life or just have been used to witness to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how big or small the situation was, you learned something and maybe even had the chance to share what you learned with someone. But one thing you and I both know was that you found that God was with you every step of the way. He didn't give you more than He knew you could handle and in the end, you were okay. You were stronger and just a little bit wiser, with an all-knowing God smiling and directing you onto another path, another lesson, another step towards an eternity with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you have those moments that seem like an eternity where you want to give up and be angry with God, instead praise Him. Thank Him for giving you the chance to learn another lesson. Thank Him for the work He has yet to do in your life and the lives He will save by your testimony. Remember that in all that you do...God is there, ever faithful and always working on your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editor's Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wrote this, I decided to look up the verses that went with my thoughts. This came out of nowhere. I'd decided to sit down and update my blog and before I knew it all of the above was written. So without further ado, here are the verses that coincide with what I'd written. The first verse on the list is the one that I found to be my main verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James 1:1-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 20:24&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 32:8&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:23-24&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 16:9&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 20:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHlQ6sBEO9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHlQ6sBEO9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-4509061908169475444?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/4509061908169475444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=4509061908169475444&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/4509061908169475444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/4509061908169475444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/11/gods-work-in-our-lives.html' title='God&apos;s work in our lives.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-4512418459819350982</id><published>2009-09-21T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:55:57.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the last few months.</title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention that I needed to update my blog...Thanks Karen. Haha So I do apologize for the delay. So without further ado...my first blog posting in months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of months have been very interesting. Of course, most always in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*July*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youth group went to the P.E.A.K. conference and it was absolutely amazing! God has His hands on everyone at the conference and He moved so heavily in the services. What can I say...God really got a hold of everyone. I really wish I could replay it for everyone, but it was so awesome that no words could begin to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's fast forward a little! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*August*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a busy month for me it seems. I started a job with an Energy Drink company that is just starting up in California. The company is called Bionic Products and the energy drinks are AMAZING! I am not saying that because I work for the company, but because it's true. These energy drinks have no sugar, no calories, and no carbs. Because the energy drinks are all natural there is no terrible crash and you still get an awesome tasting drink. Everyone who has tried the drinks immediately came to the conclusion that the drinks were the best energy drinks they had ever had. This was compared to Monster, Rockstar, Redbull, etc. to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I went to the beach with my youth group and had an amazing time. Unfortunatly though, I was hanging out while dealing with bronchitis. Whoops! I'd actually never recovered from getting sick on the way home from P.E.A.K. so because of that I missed a whole lot of class and playing catch up is becoming difficult. Please keep me in prayer as I am trying to get the work done without stressing myself out too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what else happened that month? Oh! We had those terrible fires up here! The fires were so close that I could see the flames while going up Yucaipa Blvd. It was pretty crazy. My cousins were actually evacuated from their home, but thank God that they came back to their house still intact. Those were some hecktick days for everyone I'm sure and my heart goes out to all of the families who lost their loved ones and/or possessions because of the fires. Please remember to keep them in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*September*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by the nurse practicioner at Crafton that I had had a touch of pneumonia. Scary stuff. Thank God for keeping it from turning into full fledged pneumonia though. God has been really good to me. Despite everything I have done wrong in the past, He has always been so faithful and has kept His hand on my life. I really don't know where I would be if it hadn't been for His everlasting love and mercy. Thank you everyone for your continued prayers as I know that I have needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bionic Products did another event this month and well, it was awesome. Of course, there were some problems, but I did my best to bite my tongue and pray. A big thank you to God and Karen, who worked hand in hand to keep me steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*Other Stuff*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing well, of course things could always be better, but I am content. God has been moving so much in my life! I mean He really has been amazing. Where would I be without Him? I really do not dwell on that, only because I know that I would be a TERRIBLE mess and obviously, God has been very gracious. If you only knew, right? I have gone through many a trial and tribulation...but without them, I wouldn't be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to write some more poetry, but nothing has come to me yet. It will though and when it does, I will post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have given a pretty fair account of the last few months...what do you think? Please keep me in prayer! I have had some things on my heart and I am really seeking the Will of God in my life. Thank you again for your continued prayers and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-4512418459819350982?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/4512418459819350982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=4512418459819350982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/4512418459819350982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/4512418459819350982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/09/summing-up-last-few-months.html' title='Summing up the last few months.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-8877266150629238049</id><published>2009-07-06T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:05:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galations 6:7</title><content type='html'>I was going through all of my stored emails and I came across this email. I thought it would be good to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_role_document"    style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:7;color:#7e2c8f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(126, 44, 143);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;color:#7e2c8f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(126, 44, 143);"&gt;ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:85%;color:#7e2c8f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; color: rgb(126, 44, 143);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks about  untimely death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a personal reflection about this..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century  Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century  Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;Very interesting, read until the  end.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not deceived; God is not mocked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whatsoever a man soweth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shall he also reap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;and women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who mocked God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lennon  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Singer):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years before, during his interview with an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;  American Magazine, he said:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christianity will end, it will disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to argue about&lt;br /&gt;that. I am certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt; Today we are more famous than Him" (1966).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tancredo Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   (President of Brazil ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign, he said if he   got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God     would remove him from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;  before being made President, then he died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#27225b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: rgb(39, 34, 91);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cazuza  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During A show in Canecio (Rio de   Janeiro ),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some     smoke into the air and said: "God, that's for you."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who built the Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked    him how safe the Titanic would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ironic tone he said:   "Not even God can sink it"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;I think you all know what happened to the Titanic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Actress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show.  &lt;br /&gt;He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her.  &lt;br /&gt;After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said:  &lt;br /&gt;"I don't need your Jesus".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, she was found dead in her apartment .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Scott  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century  Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century  Gothic'; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Singer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:  &lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  the 19th of  February 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century  Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century  Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;, Bon Scott was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt; found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campinas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(IN 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend.....&lt;br /&gt;The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You.."&lt;br /&gt;She responded: "Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here.....It's Already Full "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;the car could not be recognized what type of car it had  been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said there was no way the trunk could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century  Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century  Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;have remained intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;eggs, none was broken .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Hewitt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: green;"&gt;(Jamaican Journalist and entertainer)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;said the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book    ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt; recognition in her motor vehicle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt; there is no other name that was given so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt; much authority as the name of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: maroon;"&gt; again, and he is still alive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jesus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red;"&gt;I have done my part, Jesus said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are embarrassed about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: blue;"&gt;I will also be embarrassed about you before my father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart, and  bless me, my family, my home, and my friends, in Jesus' name. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: red;"&gt;...let God bless you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2828993847655042764-8877266150629238049?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/8877266150629238049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=8877266150629238049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/8877266150629238049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/8877266150629238049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/07/galations-67.html' title='Galations 6:7'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-787300487331316527</id><published>2009-06-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:47:26.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast-food meals under 500 calories</title><content type='html'>While checking the Yahoo! homepage tonight, I saw an article talking about fast-food meals under 500 calories. Hey, this is good to know for those who get stuck frequenting fast food restaurants. Here are the meals, but if you want to read the full article just &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/eatthis/33105/the-best-fast-food-meals-under-500-calories/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*~KFC*~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 Crispy Strips with Green Beans and 3" Corn on the Cob, and a Medium Diet Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;475 &lt;/span&gt;calories&lt;br /&gt;22.5 g fat (6 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;1,200 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*McDonald's (No, I'm not joking)*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Premium Grilled Chicken Classic Sandwich with a Side Salad with Newman's Own Low Fat Balsamic Vinaigrette, and a Medium Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;480&lt;/span&gt; calories&lt;br /&gt;13 g fat (2 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;1,945 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*Pizza Hut*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two Slices Thin ‘N Crispy Pizza (12") with Quartered Ham &amp;amp; Pineapple, and Medium Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;360&lt;/span&gt; calories&lt;br /&gt;12 g fat (5 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;1,110 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*Taco Bell*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two Fresco Soft Beef Tacos with Mexican Rice, and a bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;470&lt;/span&gt; calories&lt;br /&gt;17 g fat (6 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;1,760 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~*Wendy's*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ultimate Chicken Grill Sandwich with Mandarin Orange Cup and small Nestea Sweetened Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;500&lt;/span&gt; calories&lt;br /&gt;7 g fat (1.5 g saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;983 mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The page offers more information on the choices, but that's all the basic information. Good to know eh? I just thought it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tuberose.com/Graphics/fast%20food%20comic.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-787300487331316527?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/787300487331316527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=787300487331316527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/787300487331316527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/787300487331316527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/06/fast-food-meals-under-500-calories.html' title='Fast-food meals under 500 calories'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-3105685973800008912</id><published>2009-06-15T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:58:19.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;q&gt;The things taught in schools and colleges are not an education, but the means to an education.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the first day of summer school. Yay me...I want to be excited but who am I kidding? Haha I'll survive. I might not car for summer school, but I need to get this class out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;So as I get ready and head off to class, here is a little something that I found humorous. Have a great day and pray I make it through class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Punctuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An English professor wrote the words, “A woman without her man is&lt;br /&gt;nothing” on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it&lt;br /&gt;correctly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The men wrote: “A woman, without her man, is nothing.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The women wrote: “A woman: without her, man is nothing.”&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/2828993847655042764-3105685973800008912?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/3105685973800008912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=3105685973800008912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3105685973800008912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3105685973800008912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-6636308780831699576</id><published>2009-06-13T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:02:34.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was to be the hardest day for me, turned out to be the easiest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Every experience is a lesson, every loss is a gain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: right;"&gt;-Sri Sathya Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I was supposed to be a bride and be come a wife. The day was a slew of mixed emotions, but I think I handle them pretty well. Instead of concentrating on what would have been, I threw myself into errands and work. Not only that, but I was once again reminded of a lesson that I had already learned. That lesson being that God is faithful to His children. Never forget to praise God through your storm, because His faithfulness and guidance is what helps you get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the day by getting up, getting dressed and running to Stater Bros. for mom. After getting out of the store, I decided I really needed some liquid energy so where did I go? Oh yeah, I went to Starbucks and got my Caramel Frappachino. It was delicious lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I made a quick call to James, because I owed him an apology that was overdue. Still don't see how he thought I had nothing to apologize for lol. But it made me feel so much better to apologize. I'm glad to know that I can count on him if I ever need to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! After arriving home, I found out I bought the wrong product. So I was sent back to the store. Ugh, that was not fun. I hate holding up the check out line because of a dumb exchange. So, yeah I finally got the right product and hurried home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my time spent in the car, I decided to clean it. It took me a good bit to get it done simply because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cleaned it. I didn't just toss the trash and straighten up the trunk; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; cleaned it. I used interior wipes and wiped down everything. I threw myself into cleaning my car and listening to my music on full blast and I wasn't feeling bad at all. Quite the opposite in fact. I was feeling pretty good and when I finally got my car cleaned I felt accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning my car I went into my room and spent maybe a little too much time alone and idle. I started to think about what would have been and I thought of the two sides of the coin. As much as I was excited about being a bride and becoming a wife, I was also so thankful because I know God took me out of a horrible situation. I, in no way, regret my decision to leave. I only regret that it took me so long to do it. Dumb fear. So by the end of my thoughts, I was saying a prayer of thanksgiving. Prayer really is so important! I ended up listening to my music; The full versions of the songs I have posted on this blog page. I just felt so grateful and excited. It's amazing what God does for you in times of need when you turn to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped up my night with some good old exercise lol. I hopped on the treadmill and walked two miles at a brisk pace. After that I took a shower and now here I am. I made it through this day! I was so prepared for today to be difficult, but it really turned out alright. God really has a way of working things out. I feel as if He has reassured me that my future will be better than I can possibly imagine. God is great and greatly to be praised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 25: 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuteronomy 32:4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Rock, his work is perfect: for all his ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 36:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 117 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O praise the LORD, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people. For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the truth of the LORD endureth for ever. Praise ye the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 119:89-90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ever, O LORD, thy word is settled in heaven. Thy faithfulness is unto all generations: thou hast established the earth, and it abideth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hebrews 13:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-6636308780831699576?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/6636308780831699576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=6636308780831699576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6636308780831699576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6636308780831699576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-to-be-hardest-day-for-me.html' title='What was to be the hardest day for me, turned out to be the easiest.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-1351439479945891376</id><published>2009-06-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:35:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher,&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Three years old! You are growing up so fast. I remember when your mother found out she was going to have you. It was chaos, but she loved you right away. After all was calm and quiet, she got excited. We started discussing your name and everything that she wanted to do for you. Then  9 months later you were born and your mother was so proud! You were so tiny, but you had a pair of lungs on you that could put all others to shame. You are adorable and I love you so much! I only wish I got to see you and your mother a bit more. Maybe soon though. You are an impressive little man and I cannot wait to see what life is going to send your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather,&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?! He's growing up so fast =(. You know, before any of us know it he'll be 18! Stay strong. I love you so much! 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It seems that this past weekend has been the most entertaining weekend I've had in a long time. I keep finding myself wanting to go back to it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our (my dad's side) family "reunion". It started at 7:00 P.M. and by the time everyone was home and out of Brenda's, it was 2 A.M. It was so much fun! It was a bit loud, with some many children around, tons of crazy, and an evening full of great memories. The food was fantastic. Brenda, Hope, and Becky, ya'll did a great job on the food! Everyone was entertained in some form or fashion, mostly thanks to Brenda and Kenny's Wii and the Cooties the girls played with. Oh yeah, I "borrowed" the photos Brenda took. Haha hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I spent most of the day with mom, trying to find the perfect gifts for my sister. Well, we didn't get home until 9 P.M., but I had a lot of fun that day. Alisha was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was great. Alisha woke up 18 years old and church was awesome. Although there wasn't any preaching, God was moving and like I said... it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekend was great and full. I'm wondering now when my next big weekend will arrive. Only time will tell. A lot will be taking place in the next few months and only God knows how it will all turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325764911413&amp;amp;site=widget-35.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325764911413&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p1/3314649325764911413/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325764911413&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p2/3314649325764911413/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325764911413&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p4/3314649325764911413/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-3553814938245022112?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/3553814938245022112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=3553814938245022112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3553814938245022112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3553814938245022112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-full-weekend.html' title='What a full weekend!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-4253737575621170396</id><published>2009-06-07T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:20:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Alisha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I cannot believe you are now 18 years old! It seems like just yesterday we were playing together. You have grown up so much and I am so proud of you! I was looking at old pictures and I just couldn't believe the changes that have taken place in 18 short years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;You are officially an adult. Now you just need to learn to drive and get your own license. Other than that, you have already accomplished so much! I know that you are going to do well in whatever you put your mind to. I just can't get over the fact that you are adult now =(. I love you sis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-78.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107878616696&amp;amp;site=widget-78.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107878616696&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p1/3530822107878616696/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107878616696&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p2/3530822107878616696/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107878616696&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p4/3530822107878616696/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-4253737575621170396?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/4253737575621170396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=4253737575621170396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/4253737575621170396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/4253737575621170396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-18th-birthday.html' title='Happy 18th Birthday!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-8168083520098022215</id><published>2009-06-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:17:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reoccurring Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Thomas Carlyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I cleared away the last remnants of our relationship and I might as well, clear out this nightmare. Unfortunately, these days I more-less have nightmares about Maxx. I've been having this reoccurring one the last several days and every time I wake up, I am on the verge of tears and fearful. It might help to just tell my dream though and see it through two perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Maxx's perspective, I see me walking around at the college just having a good time and talking to people. He see's me smiling and being happy. He turns to a friend that I do not know and his friend begins to speak. He tells Maxx that he needs to show me who is boss and let me know who I belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perspective changes to my own now. I have just gotten done talking about getting a job and make my way over to the bulletin board on the wall next to the Admin. building. No, there is no bulletin board there in real life. Anyway, I look through the window of the building expecting to see Steve, Floyd, and the rest of the staff in there, but I only see an empty room with empty walls. I turn back to the bulletin board and begin to look for a job and finding none, I turn to my left. There in front of me is Maxx. He has a wicked look on his face and I instantly feel terrified. I begin to walk the other way and he grabs my arm then lets go when I turn towards him. He says "hi" and I just stare. I think quickly and make a run past him, making it to the door of the Admin. building. He catches me, grabbing me by the hair right as I grab the door frame. I start to scream and cry and eventually manage to pull myself into the room. As soon as I am in the room, the entire staff is there and the room is as I know it in real life. Maxx takes off and I'm bawling and screaming to catch him and get him far away from me. The entire time that I am in hysterics, I am thinking "I have to get a restraining order filed against him" and at one point I scream those words. Then I finally wake up.Each time I have the dream, it feels worse. Terrifying really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxx and I had a bad relationship, although I tried my best to cover it up. Screaming and fighting almost all of the time, while I tried so hard to leave, but I couldn't bring myself to. Often times I would be in tears and wondering why I was still around. I never wanted to hurt him and I was scared for me too, although I wouldn't acknowledge it at the time. I just want to thank everyone for their continued support and prayers. It was all of those prayers and God that gave me the strength to leave. It took me far too long to do it, but I do not regret my decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-8168083520098022215?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/8168083520098022215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=8168083520098022215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/8168083520098022215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/8168083520098022215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth.html' title='My Reoccurring Nightmare'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-6541540462459929614</id><published>2009-05-25T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:12:03.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Please Hear This Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, I need Your strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the will to smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To get me through this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And get me through this trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know You're always there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As faithful as can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Lord, I feel that I am drowning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please come rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Prayers and longings gone unanswered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pain and fear that seize my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make deep, relentless gashes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Threatening once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To tear my heart to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, I know that You are listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know You hear this prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please give me peace of mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a heart that has been repaired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, in this world of uncertainty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know You are my light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please take my hand and guide me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through all of the trials and tribulations of this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hear my prayers and praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I offer them to You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please take me as I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please Lord make me new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For I know what You require of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that is to honor and serve You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Elizabeth Bolger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-6541540462459929614?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/6541540462459929614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=6541540462459929614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6541540462459929614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6541540462459929614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-hear-this-prayer-lord-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-228447334169307701</id><published>2009-04-27T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:04:27.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knott's Berry Farm</title><content type='html'>Saturday was an awesome day! I went to Knott's Berry Farm with my sister and two cousins, Tiffany and Danielle. During that great day I, along with Danielle and Alisha got sunburned. Lucky for Tiffany, she just got the nice dark tan. That brat lol. Anyway though, it was a great trip and I am seriously considering going to Knott's again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949609295597&amp;amp;site=widget-ed.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949609295597&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/p1/3026418949609295597/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949609295597&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/p2/3026418949609295597/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949609295597&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ed.slide.com/p4/3026418949609295597/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-228447334169307701?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/228447334169307701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=228447334169307701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/228447334169307701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/228447334169307701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/04/knotts-berry-farm.html' title='Knott&apos;s Berry Farm'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-9069926144073091592</id><published>2009-03-27T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:10:50.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sad and crazy world we live in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making the decision to have a child is momentous.  It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Elizabeth Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This evening after getting home from church, I checked my email, signed out and was transferred to the MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt; homepage, when something caught my eye that shook me to my core. There on the homepage I read the words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Woman faces charges over baby in plane’s trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.  Though thoroughly disgusted, I clicked on the link to read the full story and read this: "WELLINGTON, New Zealand - A woman who secretly gave birth on a flight from Samoa to New Zealand may face criminal charges, police said Friday, as they investigated reports she abandoned her baby alive in the plane's bathroom....Media reports said the mother left the baby in a bathroom waste bin on the Pacific Blue plane carrying 150 passengers; others said she was spotted with bloodied clothes in an immigration line. Police have declined comment on the reports." You can read the full story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm1zbmJjLm1zbi5jb20vaWQvMjk3OTE2NzAv" target="_self"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What has this world come to when a mother will abandon a child in an airplane, let alone a trash can in the plane! You would think that after carrying a child for 9 months a woman would grow completely attached to that tiny baby growing inside of her and in all honesty, if she really didn't want that child that much, why not hand her over to a hospital where she can be placed in a home where she would be loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are so many women who want children, yet can't have any. What harm would it do to give them up if they are willing to let the baby die in a trash can? This story actually reminds me of one I heard a long time ago. At one point in time, there was a pregnant teen who went into labor during prom, so what did she do? You guessed it. She went into the bathroom gave birth to her child, stuck the child in a trash bin and went right back out to dance the night away. Are girls becoming that heartless and self-absorbed? It really is sick. I'd really hate to be that child though...growing up and finding out that your birth mother wanted so little of you that she tossed you into a trash can. It's really unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If I'm correct, I also heard a story of a girl who's parents had no clue she was pregnant, in fact they didn't find out until it was too late. The girl gave birth in her bath tub and if i remember correctly, killed her newborn with a pair of scissors! It is horrible to know that these tiny, innocent babies (the ones who don't survive) will never know a future, and will never get the chance to experience life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Having a child is a gift from God, although some people do not think so. Of course, I don't have any children yet, but hopefully I will eventually, and I already cannot imagine doing that to him/her. Everyone who knows me well enough, knows that I want so badly to be a mother and have been babysitting for a long time...so for some reason, I already take it very personally when something like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It really is a cold, cruel world out there and as sad as it is, I don't see it getting better any time soon.  My only wish is that the women who have it in their mind to rid themselves of their newborns in such a despicable way, realize when they hold that  precious baby in their arms that that child deserves a life. I know that some women do not want to get attached to the baby, but letting them die isn't going to do anything, but ruin more than just the baby's chance at life. Give the baby up or if they don't want to spend the time taking them to a local hospital, see if someone else can take them there. And in all honesty, if you don't want children, why would you carry it for 9 months then decide to kill it off? I am not for abortion by the way, I guess I just don't understand the logic in keeping it for 9 months &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; killing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having said all of that, please keep this newborn baby girl in your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Lord help that woman to realize what she has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://defencedebates.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/baby-in-heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 360px;" src="http://defencedebates.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/baby-in-heaven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-9069926144073091592?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/9069926144073091592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=9069926144073091592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/9069926144073091592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/9069926144073091592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-decision-to-have-child-is.html' title='What a sad and crazy world we live in.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-2722769189805883424</id><published>2009-03-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:02:19.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note...</title><content type='html'>I have, in fact, been putting this off, but it's time I finally say it, well write it anyway. For those of you who haven't figured it out yet or haven't yet been told...there will not be a wedding on June 13, 2009. As of now, that is all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-2722769189805883424?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/2722769189805883424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=2722769189805883424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/2722769189805883424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/2722769189805883424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-3162353384672105972</id><published>2009-03-01T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:05:25.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Plans....</title><content type='html'>Everything is going smooth so far when it comes to the wedding planning. Mom and I just reserved the rentals for the wedding day and have just recieved the contract we have to sign for the wedding photographer. Now I just have to pick what I want shots of and what I don't want shots of. Fun, fun, fun. I now need to choose a honeymoon (going away) outfit, find some sample hair styles for my bridesmaids, plan a meeting with Sis. Betty Martin about the wedding cake, order the wedding invitations, buy a Bridal Shower gift for Heather's bridal shower, and I am sure there are other things that I need to get done too. I just can't think of them at the moment. The good news is...there is less than 4 months to go until the wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-3162353384672105972?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/3162353384672105972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=3162353384672105972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3162353384672105972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3162353384672105972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-plans.html' title='Wedding Plans....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-2673896297545243509</id><published>2009-02-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:46:29.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuxedo rentals'/><title type='text'>Tuxedo Rentals</title><content type='html'>Mom and I finally got something else accomplished today! Together with Maxx and my cousin, James, we went down to the Men's Wearhouse in Redlands and picked out tuxedos for the guys to rent. The salesman was very helpful and the tuxedos are going to look great. Maxx will definitely look dashing in his tux. I was hoping we'd be able to get the jackets with one button, but because Maxx is so tall, we had to go with the two button jackets. Can you believe though, that to have an extra button on the tuxedo jacket you pay about $40.00 more?! So, after my discount for buying my dress at David's Bridal, the guys will be looking to pay like $140.00. Oh well though, they will still look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my bridesmaid dresses are going to be a lot cheaper then renting these tuxedos. That is good news for my girls though, so it's all gravy.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;So, that is one of the several last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; things that needed to be done in the next four months and I am excited that all of the planning and headaches are almost over. Counting down to the big day! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-2673896297545243509?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/2673896297545243509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=2673896297545243509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/2673896297545243509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/2673896297545243509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuxedo-rentals.html' title='Tuxedo Rentals'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-859996552702716986</id><published>2009-02-13T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:41:35.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Cakes...</title><content type='html'>So I have been trying to decide on what wedding cake and what cake flavors should be included in the cake. I think I have narrowed it down to three diff. cakes and two cake flavors. Now all that is left to do is decide on which of each will be the final choice. Decisions, decisions, decisions...so much to do and so little time to do it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-859996552702716986?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/859996552702716986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=859996552702716986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/859996552702716986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/859996552702716986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-cakes.html' title='Wedding Cakes...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-113443836877594178</id><published>2009-02-01T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:12:03.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished moving my blogs.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have finished moving my blogs from my last blog account to this one. Yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-113443836877594178?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/113443836877594178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=113443836877594178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/113443836877594178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/113443836877594178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/02/finished-moving-my-blogs.html' title='Finished moving my blogs.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-3427464553892205857</id><published>2009-01-19T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:52:51.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few months of trying to get my registry together, it is finally done! Yay me!! I always thought that the whole "gift registry" thing was supposed to be a bunch of fun. It didn't take me long to realize it wasn't all that fun. My eyes will finally get a rest from looking through all of the items on the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Bed Bath and Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;website. I was going to register at two places, but after dealing with the whole registering of the products, I decided it would be easier all the way around to just be registered at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Bed Bath and Beyond&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it's because the wedding is getting closer that I am getting so anxious about this stuff. I know that at times I find myself annoyed at some of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thee&lt;/span&gt; craziest things, but I'm hoping that I can keep myself in check long enough to keep me from becoming a "Bridezilla". So please bear with me everyone as I face the last 5 months as a Bolger. These last months are probably going to be the most strainuous on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but now as for me...I'm off to figure out what else I need to get taken care of before the big day. Tah Tah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-3427464553892205857?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/3427464553892205857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=3427464553892205857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3427464553892205857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3427464553892205857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-6158255036428781427</id><published>2008-04-12T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:50:53.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting rid of my phone.</title><content type='html'>So I have learned that when our contract ends, we will be switching carriers. Therefore, having this wonderful phone of mine is a waste of money since it is a T-Mobile only phone. So I'm going back to the mall to return it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-6158255036428781427?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/6158255036428781427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=6158255036428781427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6158255036428781427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/6158255036428781427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-rid-of-my-phone.html' title='Getting rid of my phone.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-3749533426126155329</id><published>2008-04-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:49:57.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Con Artists?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogContent"&gt; Ok, so today I bought myself a new phone and the only reason I did was because my were dying on me. Anyway, I went on a search through-out my city trying to find a T-Mobile store and finally I find it (note: this is a registered t-mobile dealer but not a T-Mobile store). I went in and soon found out that according to them, the retail price for my phone would be over $400.00, but from looking online and going by the information Maxx had been given my phone was to be $299.99. They told me that 299.99 was for a new activation or an upgrade for existing customers. For those of you who might not know, an "Upgrade" is given as an option to you at the end of your "1-year" or "2-year" contract. So I was a little more than angry and called Maxx to confirm his end of the story as soon as I got into my car. He let me know that what he has been told was in accordance with our contract and my buying price should be $299.99 &lt;i&gt;+ tax&lt;/i&gt;. So thinking that maybe because this place was just a registered dealer and not a T-Mobile store, they were able to raise their retail rate above average. I came home and called the Redlands T-Mobile store and they gave me the exact same answer!!! I was furious. Thinking of only three other things I could do (check the price online, call Customer Service, or sue T-Mobile for false advertising) I chose the two that I could actually afford and would take too much time. Checking the price online, you will never guess what the retail price was...&lt;i&gt;drum roll&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;$299.99&lt;/b&gt;!!! After this I called the Customer Service and talked to a very helpful representative who apologized and let me know that those two places were giving me false information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this entire thing lead me all the way to the mall where at the first T-Mobile booth thing, the guy let me know that if they had any (which they didn't) they would be over $400.00 with that I went to the other T-Mobile booth thing and finally! Finally I got the correct price! $299.99! Yes, you heard me correctly, not all places will give you a false retail price thinking you will bite the bullet and buy it from them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that $299.99 is expensive for a phone, but almost $500.00 for a phone?!?!?! These people are out of their stinking noodle! The moral of this story is...if the price on the Carrier's website says a certain amount and a store says another, you had better call Customer service. Chances are that price online is correct and the other place is trying to con you into paying more and is enjoying taking every penny to your name.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;!--- blogger's current book/movie/music/games ---&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-3749533426126155329?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/3749533426126155329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=3749533426126155329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3749533426126155329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/3749533426126155329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2008/04/retail-con-artists.html' title='Retail Con Artists?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-5165147741662479655</id><published>2008-04-04T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:48:03.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I would share...</title><content type='html'>I finally got the picture of my bridal bouquet! Yes, it is artificial, but it looks real and my mom made it, so that also adds some more sentimental value to it. But they look so real that when my aunt and uncle came over, my uncle started touching the roses to see if they really were fake. The picture doesn’t do it justice, but I thought you might like to see. &lt;p align="center"&gt;So here it is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/SZw7YdLC_AI/AAAAAAAAABg/UP1elP7O8SU/s1600-h/100_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 410px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/SZw7YdLC_AI/AAAAAAAAABg/UP1elP7O8SU/s320/100_0507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304179752469462018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-5165147741662479655?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/5165147741662479655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=5165147741662479655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/5165147741662479655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/5165147741662479655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thought-i-would-share.html' title='Just thought I would share...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/SZw7YdLC_AI/AAAAAAAAABg/UP1elP7O8SU/s72-c/100_0507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-1477983243514329967</id><published>2008-02-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:43:19.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Plans Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;div class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;p&gt;So, here are a list of things that have already been taken care of in preparation for my wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picked up Wedding Programs&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought a Gift Card Cage&lt;br /&gt;3. Set up a wedding registry&lt;br /&gt;4. Bought "Thank You" cards&lt;br /&gt;5. Bought the Bridesmaid's bouquets&lt;br /&gt;6. Created my Bridal Bouquet (Mom did anyway)&lt;br /&gt;7. Decided on a photographer&lt;br /&gt;8. Decided on what Wedding Announcements to order&lt;br /&gt;9. Bought shoes for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;10. Bought the white thigh highs to go with the wedding shoes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, the wedding isn't for another year, but in order to keep from going into debt over it and making sure we have everything, we started buying things in advance. Bits at a time. &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/2828993847655042764-1477983243514329967?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/1477983243514329967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=1477983243514329967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/1477983243514329967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/1477983243514329967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-plans-update.html' title='Wedding Plans Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828993847655042764.post-2965599172736598937</id><published>2007-11-03T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:40:37.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Saturday, November 3, 2007&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the day started out noisy...Maxx's mom was having the hallway floor torn out. Everyone being busy, moving around constantly. Eventually, we got the call that the Kelley's were on their way. I don't remember exactly what time it was when they got to the house, but I do know it was after 3:15 P.M. We went from the house up to Apple Hill...for those of you who live in Southern &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt; and even for those who don't, if you've ever been up in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Bernardino Mountains&lt;/st1:place&gt; in a place called Oak Glen, than you'll know that Apple Hill seems to be almost a carbon copy of Oak Glen. While up at Apple Hill we walked around for awhile then decided it was time to leave for dinner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went to this really kewl seafood place on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Main Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; and I started to chow down on sourdough bread. When the Kelly's got to the restaurant Sis. Leslie kind of grabbed at my wrist and asked to see it. This didn't register in my brain. The whole time we were eating the main subject was of another couple in Maxx's church who are getting married. None of this struck me as odd. Right around the time I finished eating I realized I had to go to the bathroom. So I told everyone (cause it is the polite thing to do) and moved my arm to get up and knocked my soda down, causing it to spill on my skirt! As soon as that happened I was like "Well, now I really have to go to the bathroom!" So we all laughed and I went to the bathroom and tried to clean it up. For some reason though I had this odd knot in my stomach and I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why. So I came out and the girl who was busing our table saw me then was like "Here she comes!"...it didn't click. So she walked swiftly behind me and when I got within eye shot of our table there was a piece of cheesecake on the table with whipped cream on top and a yellow candle. I started laughing, finding it odd, especially since I told Maxx that I didn't want cheesecake after all because I felt full. So I sat down at the table and the girl lit the candle and stood close by. I was half expecting "Happy Birthday" to come out of everyone's mouth haha. But Maxx came over in front of me and got down on one knee and began to start to propose to me. He didn't get through one sentence before he started to cry. Then I started to cry. He bought me a watch...granted it's not a very expensive watch but I don't care. He seems to care though and says that this watch is a temporary and when he was the money he is going to buy me a better one. I was bawling and so was he and I was just so happy! As soon as he had started proposing everyone started noticing and things were being said like "Oh! Look he is proposing!" There were many cheers going on and wow =). Hard to believe I'm engaged. Yay!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2828993847655042764-2965599172736598937?l=elizabethbolger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/feeds/2965599172736598937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2828993847655042764&amp;postID=2965599172736598937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/2965599172736598937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2828993847655042764/posts/default/2965599172736598937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethbolger.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-november-3-2007-so-day-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164810537117670961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Uo53NuIPf0/TPv9wq7h_2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/wxpbaw5Ohmg/S220/CE1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
