<?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-7968627777294204654</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:10:20.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neace....A New Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>These are reflections of time spent here and there. I do not claim to be an expert on anything but I do love to teach and share...so it's my desire that, if anything these thoughts, ideas and experiences will provoke questions, thoughts, movement.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3391103543308250336</id><published>2010-09-08T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:48:21.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost one full year...what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/TIeiJSbq65I/AAAAAAAAALI/Lt43jORO6aw/s1600/amandaspix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/TIeiJSbq65I/AAAAAAAAALI/Lt43jORO6aw/s320/amandaspix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514554549188881298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig the photo of me...yeah I'm a mother of a almost one year old!! ha. SO CRAZY! I can't believe she is almost 1!!! They say it goes fast and it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last year more changes have happened. I mean every year for the last three something major has happened. 2007 I moved to Nashville, 2008 I married my best friend, 2009 I had my baby girl and now 2010 we bought our first home! I cannot believe it, I own a home!! Well technically the bank owns it but details details...ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that to say the last few years have taken a toll on me. Its just now that I am able to to take a look and see what that means. Moving to Nashville was one of the best decisions Ive ever made. I loved my time there, made some great friends and some wonderful memories. I married my best friend and left with positive thoughts and feelings for all the ups and downs that year possessed. Then the move to Lynchburg in 2008 was a mind twist. I moved to a town where I knew no one. This was Ryan's old stomping ground so it was a challenge to find myself here. There was the struggle of finding a job, finding a church, finding friends...then came the news of our baby! What does this mean to have a baby when everything else was so new and out of sorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord has a way of working things out...I got a job, I met some lovely ladies and well our search for the church was still in process but hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;The end of 2009 we had our little girl and thoughts of a our home on the horizon. It was then that things really got a bit hard. I was no longer working. I was a full time mom. And the girls I had really connected with had some changes of their own which took them away from this town and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2010 I was happy and sad at the same time. I missed my closest friends. The ones that lived far away were living lives that were/are different from mine. It was hard. Ryan working so hard to provide. I was feeling lost. I had no idea where "Nicci" went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized I just had to work a bit harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things worked themselves out by mid summer. We moved into our new home! I had an amazing weekend with some of my closest and dearest friends to celebrate my bff. I started running which took care of that need to be physically active. I met some more great ladies here in town...one in particular who has a son the same age as lily and just moved here from Knoxville. And finally we found a church!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slowly but surely I am learning more about Nicci as a wife, mother, daughter and friend. This year feels like it has been the hardest in a lot of ways. Mainly learning to love solitude. Adjusting to having this much alone time has been a good lesson for me. I have had to face allot of things about myself that Ive been avoiding for some time. And though hard it isn't as bad as I thought it would be...but I can say that on this side of the journey.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing here are my lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a full time mom is hard, rewarding but hard. Don't let anyone tell you it isn't a full time job. It is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a wife also hard. but also one of the best things I've done! Having a support system makes all of life that much easier to embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing! But running has been a good replacement for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. Meaningful relationships are the best. But being a mom and a wife I have little time and I will not chase after you to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owning a home is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have wounds that aren't as healed as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have allot more lessons to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3391103543308250336?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3391103543308250336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3391103543308250336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3391103543308250336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3391103543308250336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost-one-full-yearwhat.html' title='Almost one full year...what?!'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/TIeiJSbq65I/AAAAAAAAALI/Lt43jORO6aw/s72-c/amandaspix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7394478852000005233</id><published>2010-01-11T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:29:34.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life as...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/S0tLLao9QLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bMTHEGi6kyY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/S0tLLao9QLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bMTHEGi6kyY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425512835599646898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest thing for me is being a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I was never that girl that grew up dreaming of being married or having babies. I always chose to be out getting dirty and playing with the boys. As I got older I obviously had desires and when I met Ryan Thomas I knew that my desire to be a wife was something I had long had within me and just never paid to much attention to, as I had other "more important" things to do. &lt;br /&gt;Once I became a wife the desire to be a mom was again not something that burned within me. I was looking forward to having time with my husband and learn about us in our relationship. Being almost 30 at the time I had done most of the things I wanted to do as a single woman and felt I was ready to experience life as a partner. Ryan was, for me at least, one more way of God showing me the next part of me that was to be developed. He was able to show me parts of myself through Ryan that I had either not seen or not been willing to see. I felt freer in so many ways. Probably because Ryan has always done a great job at showing me acceptance. He (Ryan) has been able to produce in me a strength that has laid dormant for some time. He has awakened new desires and given me a life that I never thought I could have. One of the greatest parts of that life is our daughter Lily Sophia. &lt;br /&gt;She is amazing. 12 weeks old this past Saturday I am amazed at how much she has changed. She was laying in her crib this morning talking to the mobile and just chuckling at the bunnies that went round and round. &lt;br /&gt;I sat in the rocking chair, where she could not see me, and I listened to her. I was taken back at this little life that I had help create with my husband. Her joy and innocence is something you don't witness on a day to day basis. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe as a parent you see this in your child but for those who have never had a child it isn't always so noticeable. At least it wasn't for me prior to Lily's birth. &lt;br /&gt;Now as a new mom and a relatively new wife I am living this life that though I had never dreamt of as a little girl growing up, I am certain is where I am destined to be. I recognize the unique gifts that God has given me as a woman to love and serve my family. To be able to show my daughter the kind of woman she should be. I love my husband and the way he loves us. For a girl who grew up in a home that wasn't all that together the word family has meant different things to me depending on the period of time in my life you caught me in. Not having a healthy day to day real life example left allot of questions to be answered prior to entering into this new role as wife and mother. One that with great pride I am working out with the help of my God, husband, daughter, mother, step father, in-laws and friends. My greatest desire being to create a life for Lily that she can model and place where she knows she is loved and appreciated. So this next year, while she grows faster than I can imagine, I challenge myself to grow right along with her. So that we can look back and say we have done well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7394478852000005233?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7394478852000005233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7394478852000005233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7394478852000005233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7394478852000005233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-life-as.html' title='New Life as...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/S0tLLao9QLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bMTHEGi6kyY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-4936234826621565298</id><published>2009-11-30T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:59:59.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>apparently this never posted...here is one from 6 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had our first holiday with a baby girl I am taken back at how blessed I am and what an appropriate holiday to realize such a thing. &lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be thankful for. Our baby girl who turned 6 weeks old this passed Saturday is so beautiful. She is changing and growing so fast and I can hardly believe how good she is. My husband who has provided and been a constant strength for me. Showing me what a man of God looks like and how a fathers love can be life changing.  A great cozy little home where friends and family have come to visit. Good friends old and new supporting us through each new step and celebrating life and the holidays. Wow! I mean those are the simple things, the ones that come to forefront of my mind and not even the tip of the iceberg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-4936234826621565298?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/4936234826621565298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=4936234826621565298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4936234826621565298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4936234826621565298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-6096304512206426234</id><published>2009-09-30T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:42:54.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SsPQruhgFnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CpkSYrmu3DM/s1600-h/IMG_0991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SsPQruhgFnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CpkSYrmu3DM/s320/IMG_0991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387379028906743410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size&lt;br /&gt;But when I start to tell them,&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the reach of my arms&lt;br /&gt;The span of my hips,&lt;br /&gt;The stride of my step,&lt;br /&gt;The curl of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a room&lt;br /&gt;Just as cool as you please,&lt;br /&gt;And to a man,&lt;br /&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;br /&gt;Fall down on their knees.&lt;br /&gt;Then they swarm around me,&lt;br /&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the fire in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the flash of my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;The swing in my waist,&lt;br /&gt;And the joy in my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men themselves have wondered&lt;br /&gt;What they see in me.&lt;br /&gt;They try so much&lt;br /&gt;But they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;My inner mystery.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show them&lt;br /&gt;They say they still can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the arch of my back,&lt;br /&gt;The sun of my smile,&lt;br /&gt;The ride of my breasts,&lt;br /&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you understand&lt;br /&gt;Just why my head's not bowed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't shout or jump about&lt;br /&gt;Or have to talk real loud.&lt;br /&gt;When you see me passing&lt;br /&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the click of my heels,&lt;br /&gt;The bend of my hair,&lt;br /&gt;the palm of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;The need of my care,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-6096304512206426234?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/6096304512206426234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=6096304512206426234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6096304512206426234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6096304512206426234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/09/phenomenal-woman.html' title='Phenomenal Woman'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SsPQruhgFnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CpkSYrmu3DM/s72-c/IMG_0991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8967412424391172806</id><published>2009-08-13T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:04:16.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I...lyrics that show my gratitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SoSbyUNuBAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7ihTLCpYghk/s1600-h/shane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SoSbyUNuBAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7ihTLCpYghk/s320/shane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369587944454489090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean I call you clean&lt;br /&gt;I came to clean you and it’s done&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a call to all who’ve&lt;br /&gt;Felt disqualified to run&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures flowing here and there&lt;br /&gt;From my right hand&lt;br /&gt;What’s mine is yours&lt;br /&gt;Come behold all of who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I will run&lt;br /&gt;You and I will run forever&lt;br /&gt;All is done&lt;br /&gt;You and I will run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with what you do not have&lt;br /&gt;And buy what’s undeserved&lt;br /&gt;Feast and drink, the bounty’s great&lt;br /&gt;I know you hear&lt;br /&gt;But have you heard&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve called you clean!&lt;br /&gt;“I am dirty”&lt;br /&gt;Clean!&lt;br /&gt;“So unworthy”&lt;br /&gt;Clean!&lt;br /&gt;“Dirty”&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’m wanting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8967412424391172806?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8967412424391172806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8967412424391172806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8967412424391172806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8967412424391172806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-and-ilyrics-that-show-my-gratitude.html' title='You and I...lyrics that show my gratitude.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SoSbyUNuBAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7ihTLCpYghk/s72-c/shane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7132107935402442286</id><published>2009-08-12T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:22:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What HE gives.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty scary. I have been having some trouble breathing the last couple of days and called my OBGYN to make sure that everything was okay and just normal pregnancy stuff. They advised me to go see my family doctor as they didn't think it was normal that I would be having these sorts of issues at 31 weeks. I immediately went to the doctor and they did some basic tests. He suggested that I go to the lab and get a blood test to rule out any possibility of blood clots. &lt;br /&gt;Well once I got there and did the blood test it came back positive and higher than it should be. They immediately admitted me into the ER. I was so nervous at this point. i had no real idea of what was going on accept that if I was being admitted this couldn't be a good thing. Ryan left work and came to the ER. We got sent to the back and waited on the doctor. They took a few  more blood tests to rule out any other possibilities. The doctor then came in and said that it would be in our best interest to do at least an ultrasound of the legs and possibly a catscan. He explained that if I did in fact have a blood clot and it went to my lungs, I would die. He stated that the catscan would be the best way to determine if I had anything at this time but that it could possibly have some negative effects on the baby. He stated that she could be born with some mutations of cells but that is was less likely in the 3rd trimester than had this happened in the 1st trimester. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I were left to think about it while they ordered the ultra sound for my legs. We weren't sure what was the best choice. I was terrified of hurting Lily but didn't want to risk both our lives by not doing the cat scan and possibly dying. &lt;br /&gt;So we called our OB again and talked it over with them. They informed us that the risk of the cat scan was minimal in comparison to the risk of not doing it and possibly having a blood clot. So after that news we decided to do the scan. &lt;br /&gt;7 hours of waiting and contemplating and praying (thank you all who prayed it meant the world to Ryan, Lily and I) the results came back negative!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I was given a clean bill of health in regards to the blood clots and was able to go home. 7 hours is all it took but man that was intense. I was so thankful to the Lord that everything was ok and that we didn't have cause to worry. I know that it was the Lords hand over us and was so thankful that He was there every moment. &lt;br /&gt;I came home with Ryan last night and was just resting on the couch being so thankful for another day of life and life abundantly. I have so much gratitude in my heart for the prayers of all our friends and family. For Ryan and the strength he showed in the ER. But most of all the Lords hand on me to keep me and Lily healthy and safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. I appreciate you all. Sorry if you didn't all receive the message to pray but it all happened so quickly. I know the lord heard the prayers of the people whether it was all or just one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7132107935402442286?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7132107935402442286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7132107935402442286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7132107935402442286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7132107935402442286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-he-gives.html' title='What HE gives.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-2759590808617500129</id><published>2009-07-28T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:10:08.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving and being loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Sm-hTA2fn0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/neUcOv3fy_4/s1600-h/RN-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Sm-hTA2fn0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/neUcOv3fy_4/s320/RN-016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363683029239701314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts come along with bringing a new life into this world. I am 28.5 weeks along and every moment that passes I grow more and more in love with my child and my husband. &lt;br /&gt;Today my husband brought me flowers and a my favorite drink to work. He took me out to lunch and we just sat across from one another talking about life and where we were at. I sat there staring at this man who just amazes me more and more every day. I looked at him while he talked about things that normally may not cause someone to have butterflies  in their stomach but I just thought wow I love this man and he loves me so much. We have baby Lily Sophia coming into this world and that is so perfect! She is going to be a perfect product of that love. &lt;br /&gt;I know it may sound cheesy to some but to me Ryan is the man that the Lord created especially to love and care for me and our children. I cannot imagine my world without him. Daily he teaches me how to love myself, him and others in a more rich way. He shows me what it is to have happiness beyond what you can imagine and to know the greatness of God. I have no doubt in my mind that the Lord created this man for me and that together we are so much more than we ever were apart. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to have Lily with us and to share that love with her. I am confident that Ryan is going to be an amazing dad and going to show Lily (and the rest of our children to come) what a great man and father looks like.&lt;br /&gt;ugh..just tearing up thinking about him. &lt;br /&gt;I pray that our daughter can marry a man just like her daddy and experience the greatness her father has brought to her mothers life.&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-2759590808617500129?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/2759590808617500129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=2759590808617500129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2759590808617500129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2759590808617500129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/07/loving-and-being-loved.html' title='Loving and being loved.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Sm-hTA2fn0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/neUcOv3fy_4/s72-c/RN-016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3854269398864939861</id><published>2009-05-15T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:13:04.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Sg3My2C5foI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0uBE3jkt1vk/s1600-h/2776_68171129404_500814404_1596877_608174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Sg3My2C5foI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0uBE3jkt1vk/s320/2776_68171129404_500814404_1596877_608174_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336146307377102466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was reminded by a dear friend that I have not written on this for some time now. I have actually forgot about its existence as I am consumed with life these days. Gone are the days of sitting in the coffee shop with hours of free time to write about my life and surroundings. Now I sit at a desk 8 hours a day helping students plan out their future. It isn't all that bad accept I can feel my butt getting bigger and I know its not the baby....well maybe it is partially the baby but still. I miss being on my feet and having the activity in my life. So in honor of spending time thinking about life, sharing it with you all, and hopefully getting some insight from you and the Lord, I am going to spew here for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking when the baby comes and I am no longer working behind a computer 8 hours aday and I am taking care of our little one full time, what activities will I partake in? As of late Ryan and I have decided to learn sign language so that is one thing. I also think I am going to learn to sow. The wife of our new landlord is a stay at home and she has learned to sow and I am thinking I might want to join her. I am also going to learn how to make different flavor rice puddings. Random I know but when Ryan and I were on our honeymoon we went to this place in Sarasota called Miami Rice Pudding and they had 30 different flavors of rice pudding and they were UH-MAZING!!! So with that in mind I am thinking I might like to learn to do it myself and maybe open a little stand at the local market and sell it. Who knows it could be huge.&lt;br /&gt;Now in memory of my fit and healthy days (since the baby and new job working out is seldom) I have decided to give in and save up to buy Tony Hortons 10 minute Trainer. I know its crazy but I don't think I have more then that right now and since the gym here is not my most fav place I think I'm going to take to the DVD world and do it at home. Obviously this will become a part of my normal routine (during nap time for the baby) once he/she is here. But until then Ryan and I are going to do it. And if the ads are right you all need to look out! haha. &lt;br /&gt;OK OK so other then that lets talk about now. We find out what we are having on the 27th and I can hardly stand it. The last few weeks my belly has got bigger and bigger. I can't believe the growth. People keep asking to see photos and I will post some as soon as Ryan gets home from his conference as I am too big to take it of myself. Moving around is getting more and more interesting and believe it or not I don't really have much of an appetite. No more then before at least. &lt;br /&gt;I do miss family and friends, it is hard to think of them in other places and us here but one thing Ry and I know is that this is where the Lord has us for at least the next two years. So here's to getting comfy. &lt;br /&gt;When I sit back and think about having a baby inside my belly it is so crazy. I mean you hear people talk about it but it is something all together different when its happening to you. I mean I have life within me and that is gnarly. I mean it is truly amazing to see the baby grow and change and see how it works on my body. I can't wait to see Ry and I in this little one. Having our children is the one thing I am certain I was created to do and there is no better feeling than that. &lt;br /&gt;Okok...so enough of that. I am almost off my lunch break and I need to walk the stairs and do some stretches before I am back on the phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings...hopefully next time wont take me so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any guesses on what we are having?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3854269398864939861?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3854269398864939861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3854269398864939861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3854269398864939861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3854269398864939861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Sg3My2C5foI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0uBE3jkt1vk/s72-c/2776_68171129404_500814404_1596877_608174_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7653357503696110309</id><published>2009-02-15T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:48:52.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SZibo1OPm8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/T35x6RgnTqw/s1600-h/pregers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SZibo1OPm8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/T35x6RgnTqw/s320/pregers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303159687012654018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep its true...as of an hour ago Ryan and I found out we have a little coming. WOW. More later as we continue to fill in family and friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7653357503696110309?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7653357503696110309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7653357503696110309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7653357503696110309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7653357503696110309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/02/yep-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SZibo1OPm8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/T35x6RgnTqw/s72-c/pregers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-6456454505353867248</id><published>2009-01-31T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:42:44.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3027852&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3027852&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3027852"&gt;Ryan &amp; Nicci&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user940885"&gt;Kimberlee West&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-6456454505353867248?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/6456454505353867248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=6456454505353867248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6456454505353867248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6456454505353867248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryan-nicci-from-kimberlee-west-on-vimeo.html' title=''/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8469559405179543710</id><published>2009-01-08T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:32:29.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a loss</title><content type='html'>Today I found out that a patient that I was very fond of at my previous job passed away from cancer. This is a hard day. This is the time when I realize how much of an impact the people I come in contact with, even if it is for a short period of time, make on me. I will be praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8469559405179543710?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8469559405179543710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8469559405179543710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8469559405179543710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8469559405179543710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/01/loss.html' title='a loss'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3214224227731330444</id><published>2009-01-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:36:19.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW new year</title><content type='html'>So its been months now since I have written and its not for lack of time but more lack of desire to sit in front of the computer and write out the details of my life. So here we go I am going to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;I am a married woman living in Lynchburg VA and live in a beautiful loft with the most amazing man. &lt;br /&gt;I still have no "full-time" job. &lt;br /&gt;I am finding out how to live a life not consumed with to do lists and an identity that was wrapped up in what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking out my true passion, as slow as that may seem to be coming.&lt;br /&gt;I started a company with my husband that is bringing in bits of work here and there. &lt;br /&gt;(www.neacenetwork.com in case you wanna check out our latest project) &lt;br /&gt;I have some suggestions about new music that you should listen to... Of course Ray Lamontagne who is always great. His new album is worth the purchase. Now we also have a new comer by the name of Cas Haley who was on some lame tv show and didn't win but does some great reggae. Both are on my myspace and worth checking out. &lt;br /&gt;Spent the holidays with the hubsters and am very excited to see my family in CA in two weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to eat wheat and gluten for the first time in two years. No reactions and feeling good!! PRAISE THE LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;Other then that there isn't much going on.&lt;br /&gt;I will update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3214224227731330444?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3214224227731330444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3214224227731330444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3214224227731330444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3214224227731330444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-new-year.html' title='The NEW new year'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-30009891029601579</id><published>2008-11-25T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:58:40.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November and a year later</title><content type='html'>So its been a bit since I haven't written which is funny since I haven't been working and have more time on my hands then ever before. Some how though my thoughts have escaped me when sitting before the computer. But alas here I am and here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ryan and I have been reflecting back on the last year. It is so crazy just a year ago I was living in Nashville TN with my best friend and working as a Independent Support Coordinator. I cannot believe it, here I am now living in a completely different state, doing a completely different job and best of all I am MARRIED!!! &lt;br /&gt;Wow. So here goes life in a year in just a few words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Nash&lt;br /&gt;Lived with my bff&lt;br /&gt;met the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;ISC&lt;br /&gt;Gluten Intolerance &lt;br /&gt;Holistic Nutrition&lt;br /&gt;BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Late night shows&lt;br /&gt;car accidents&lt;br /&gt;new states&lt;br /&gt;future in laws&lt;br /&gt;Florida twice in one month &lt;br /&gt;Parasailing&lt;br /&gt;Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Wedding of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Married&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon with the hottest man ever&lt;br /&gt;Moved into an unbelievable loft&lt;br /&gt;Started a business&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair off&lt;br /&gt;new friends&lt;br /&gt;new dreams and a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go and I am on my way to a new great life. I will update more. Now that we have internet in the house it should be easier. &lt;br /&gt;Blessings. Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-30009891029601579?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/30009891029601579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=30009891029601579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/30009891029601579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/30009891029601579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-and-year-later.html' title='November and a year later'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-647199989706907354</id><published>2008-09-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:04:14.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Accusations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLwSeNe_K9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ziPrZ9Yq1ys/s1600-h/cdshaneshane_pages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLwSeNe_K9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ziPrZ9Yq1ys/s320/cdshaneshane_pages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241084376577420242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks one month in VA and no work. This is has been an interesting month as I have had a great time living each day with my husband, coming and going to the coffee shop, reading, praying, running and resting. I felt the Lord said to me that August would be for him. That I would not have a job and that I should embrace the time I had with him and those he put before me. So I have. &lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't you know it, as it often goes, today I am in that place where I am feeling a waste. I know full well that the Lord has a plan, he ALWAYS does. I know that he has provided and I have no reason to fear. But what a blow to my pride and what I am finding that I can often find my worth in. It is hard to know that I am a valuable worker. I have experience in life and work that most do not. Nevertheless, I do not have a masters so I am automatically in a lower pay scale. Top that off with a degree in Behavioral Sciences and I am at a loss for any real financial wealth to come through my doors. &lt;br /&gt;So today I am battling the thoughts of the enemy, thoughts of failure and lack or worth and remembering the work the Lord has already done in and through me. That there is more to what I can see and even what I can see is so much more. I am bathing myself in the word and listening to Shane and Shane's album PAGES. This is an encouraging album. This can speak my heart and lead me into a time of worship and fear of the Lord. Nothing more and nothing less. Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-647199989706907354?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/647199989706907354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=647199989706907354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/647199989706907354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/647199989706907354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/09/embracing-accusations.html' title='Embracing Accusations'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLwSeNe_K9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ziPrZ9Yq1ys/s72-c/cdshaneshane_pages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-145960646905622189</id><published>2008-08-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:07:33.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhogs and moments of clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLwTP5Hd_CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mqLlycAmj0s/s1600-h/groundhog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLwTP5Hd_CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mqLlycAmj0s/s320/groundhog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241085230103526434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I was waiting on Ryan outside of one of the places he works. I was reading a book on the grass hill and enjoying the sun beating on my back. There I was enjoying life and as I looked down to the bottom of the hill I see this some what odd looking creature poking its head from a hole in the ground. Now I realize this is a groundhog but for someone who grew up next the ocean this is not an animal we see on a frequent basis. I was watching this animal just peering out of its hole to see if it was acceptable to come out and show itself. It was such an interesting thing to observe. I mean once it felt safe enough it came out of the hole, looked around and then walked towards a patch of grass. This was no easy task for the groundhog that I have now affectionately decided is called Gary. Gary the groundhog is just outside of his hole and looking up at me. I don't move. He doesn't move. I still don't move. He takes a step and pauses again. I imagine if he could express himself to me he would say, "is this safe? are you going to make a move or can I go over there and eat some grass?" Now I recognize though he is looking out for himself in a matter of survival, he is not having deep thoughts as to whether or not my presence will interfere with his daily schedule. I think if I could respond in a way that would make sense I may say to him something along the lines of "of course, do your thing, you need not be so afraid. Just come out and enjoy yourself in the beautiful grass and sun." &lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous now I understand, I am not trying to say that I actually want to communicate with a groundhog, if I did I would tell the one outside my house to stop getting into our trash. Rather it all got me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;I thought about how this is often how I have responded to the world, family, friends, strangers or most of all the Lord. I think over the years I have found my freedom outside of the hole. I can embrace the sun and trust that those that may just be onlookers will not hurt me. The Lord will not hurt me. So I can come out. In this I can rejoice. I truly can. For many of you my high school and early college days were not part of the journey we have shared. However this was a time of hiding for me. I would take a step and pause, look around and try to decipher if you were out for my demise. OH....how far I have come. PRAISE THE LORD! I am not in this place any more but sometimes I need to tell myself this again. Replay the thousands of holes I have emerged from and thank the Lord and those who also were, if you will, sitting on the hill just observing and inviting me to enjoy the sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-145960646905622189?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/145960646905622189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=145960646905622189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/145960646905622189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/145960646905622189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/08/groundhogs-and-moments-of-clarity.html' title='Groundhogs and moments of clarity'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLwTP5Hd_CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mqLlycAmj0s/s72-c/groundhog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-2038022504320040527</id><published>2008-08-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:48:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to post and share this. After watching it on a friends blog it was worth copying and sharing with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Conversations like this are rarely captured on video. Basically a couple Mormons roll up on what they probably thought were some "thugish" looking black guys and get ready school them up on Mormonism. Little did they know that the guy had some views of his own. The video identifies him as a Black Hebrew Israelite but after watching the video a couple of times I'm fairly certain that he's from some denomenation of Christianity." Eric Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9q5gS2uAOSU&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9q5gS2uAOSU&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-2038022504320040527?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/2038022504320040527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=2038022504320040527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2038022504320040527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2038022504320040527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-to-post-and-share-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-6210092273781100506</id><published>2008-08-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:09:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message of encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was sent this today. It encouraged me so I thought I would post for you to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear       not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will       strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous       right hand." Isaiah 41:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Trust is the antidote to anxiety; it's the       resolution of worry and the destruction of fear. Trust is the act of my       will to give my burdens to God. It's like a muscle--as you exercise it,       trust gets stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Trust is walking forward moment by moment,       having rolled your burden onto God. You've no doubt said, "I gave it       to God once, but here it is again in my grip." When you sense that       you've taken it back again, get back on your knees, get the burden back       on God, get on your feet again, and continue to trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;When you off-load your burden on God, you       can pick up a promise from His Word. Second Peter 1:4 tells us that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"he has granted to       us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may       become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption       that is in the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There are literally hundreds       of promises that apply to your specific burden. God's Word is filled with       treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I'm claiming Isaiah 41:10 right now for a       burden I leaving at God's feet.&lt;b&gt; "Fear not, for I am with you; be       not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you,       I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."&lt;/b&gt; There it is!       God is doing this whole thing with one hand tied behind His back. He's       not stressed or strained. He's not worried about what to do. He has       absolutely no capacity limits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Isaiah continues,&lt;b&gt; "Behold, all who       are incensed against you shall be put to shame and confounded; those who       strive against you shall be as nothing and shall perish. You shall seek       those who contend with you, but you shall not find them; those who war       against you shall be as nothing at all. For I, the Lord your God, hold       your right hand; it is I who say to you, ‘Fear not, I am the one       who helps you'"&lt;/b&gt; (vv. 11-13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Take a moment to read that awesome promise       again. Trust means you anchor your heart in the reality of God's       awareness of your situation. He sees more than you can ever see. God, who       loves you and is committed to you, will not disappoint you now or in the       future if you put your weight fully on Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-6210092273781100506?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/6210092273781100506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=6210092273781100506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6210092273781100506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6210092273781100506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/08/message-of-encouragement.html' title='A message of encouragement'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7495017944283623329</id><published>2008-08-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:02:55.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LVN NBFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SKGyFgYW2oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cDXZ_RonRHI/s1600-h/greg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SKGyFgYW2oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cDXZ_RonRHI/s320/greg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233660049642412674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVN NBFE. Ha this was the license on the car in front of me this morning on my way back from my daily trip to Smoothie King. I sat in my car and laughed for what had to be a good ten minutes. I just sat there alone thinking about how my bff would love that license plate and how so many times that statement has been the exact representation of my life and where I choose to reside.&lt;br /&gt;Now granted Lynchburg is not exactly B.F.E but at moments of loneliness and boredom it matters little where I rest my head because this is exactly what it can feel like.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me now when I say I am in no ways trying to come across as though I am unhappy or lonely. I am actually quite the opposite right now. I love my new home, we have been blessed so greatly in this area. I love being with my husband, he is a light in my life and just waking up next to him is reason enough to keep going. I love the new place I get to explore and see just how God put it all together. It truly is breathtaking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my girls, my bff and ms. D most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is okay though. You know I really have got to the point where I am seeing that these things that enrich my life are always, at some point, far from me. Likewise with the Lord I can often find myself missing him, wishing I were closer to him than I am at any given moment. That would be a more accurate description of this moment. I do long for him. To be enveloped in His word. Giving praise with breath. This is my heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the grind. One more day of looking for jobs. Seeking out what the Lord is doing. Learning more about patience and trusting. What a day to begin breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7495017944283623329?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7495017944283623329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7495017944283623329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7495017944283623329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7495017944283623329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/08/lvn-nbfe.html' title='LVN NBFE'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SKGyFgYW2oI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cDXZ_RonRHI/s72-c/greg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8051243389398007074</id><published>2008-07-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:12:43.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is married life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SIjiFEhuJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GRDocW-RAPQ/s1600-h/congrats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SIjiFEhuJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GRDocW-RAPQ/s320/congrats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226675944305862514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kimberleewest.com/slideshow/Nicci&amp;amp;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life. This is my husband. This is my new road. It has been a long walk since my last post and it is a beautiful place I find myself now standing.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about this. I have found the man I will spend my life with. He is beautiful. He is my beloved. He wraps me up in his arms and I am in love. How do I explain to those who may not know what this love feels like. This place of such utter bliss that you can do nothing but smile from within and hope that this can display all that you are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I found this man, he found me, and we are found by the One who created us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I stop and pause and thank Him for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the day of our wedding. I felt so completely me. I felt as though the Lord had shown me all that I had waited for so long and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the aisle and faced my soon to be husband, I felt like the culmination of all my favorite things came to be at that moment. We exchanged our vows and it was like that perfect song, the one beat that makes you move, feel free within it and just sway to its beautiful sound. It radiated within me. I felt the spirit of the Lord come upon us. It was immediate. My heart changed in that moment. This sounds like some silly story that a girl would tell  but it is the truth of my experience. When we exchanged those vows before friends, family, and God I felt the intensity of my commitment. I loved him and was happy to be charged with this task before me. I am happy to be a wife. To be a daughter. To be a Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must also express how my wedding was, without blemish. Were there hardships, yes. But our day was a day of utter peace and perfection. From the start the Lord was over, in and completely through our wedding. There was no day without Him and the provision given us through our sisters brothers and strangers all the same. I sit back  in awe at how it all came together. From a free cake, reception site, photos, linens.....so much I truly can't name it all. He said he would not leave us forsaken and in need and he showed us that so magnificently throughout our entire journey of starting this life together. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who partook in our day. To those who prayed for us and continue to do so. Praises and blessings upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Nicci Neace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8051243389398007074?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8051243389398007074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8051243389398007074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8051243389398007074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8051243389398007074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-this-is-married-life.html' title='So this is married life'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SIjiFEhuJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GRDocW-RAPQ/s72-c/congrats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8089907041723965159</id><published>2007-12-26T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T07:12:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year at a glance</title><content type='html'>Well here it is, the end of the year and I can hardly believe all the changes that have taken place. So in true Nicci form I'm giving you a list of twelve things that have taken place in  my life in 2007....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. January started with a trip to Sierra Leone where I learned more about me than I thought I would in a short period of time. More then ever am I sure that I am in love with Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. February I met Ryan Thomas Neace and took a stab at teaching 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. March I got sick and had to come home to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. April decided I was going to move to Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. May had some hard times, was real sick, witnessed a girl die, prepared myself to move across the US. Found out I was officially allergic to wheat and gluten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. June found a job in Nash, enjoyed my last summer as a Cali resident, worked hard and took on a personal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. July drove across country, had my first 4th of July in Nashville and missed the hell out of my family and friends in CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. August Rene moved to Nashville (BFFs reunited!!) found a great church, settled into my job, got my barrings in Nash and soaked up the fact that I was going to continuously run into people like Cheryl Crowe and Chris Rice cause that's just how it is in the ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. September had the most hectic work month of my life, thought of quiting a million and a half times, found an apartment with Rene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. October Ryan and I take the next step in our dating relationship, a bit more committed.&lt;br /&gt;Saw So You Think You Can Dance at the Sommet Center and LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. November spent Thanksgiving in Illinois. The intensity of work finally calmed down. Prepared for the fams visit in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. December had my first family Christmas in Nashville. Got some amazing presents. and most importantly I GOT ENGAGED!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/R3JvO5AODsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3u8O5XTqjas/s1600-h/Photo+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/R3JvO5AODsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3u8O5XTqjas/s320/Photo+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148299625648492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is...can't wait for 2008. Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8089907041723965159?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8089907041723965159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8089907041723965159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8089907041723965159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8089907041723965159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-at-glance.html' title='A year at a glance'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/R3JvO5AODsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3u8O5XTqjas/s72-c/Photo+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-4662166170853414206</id><published>2007-11-08T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:19:34.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RzPniDqYovI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIkNxrcnqn0/s1600-h/dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RzPniDqYovI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIkNxrcnqn0/s320/dancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130698972789777138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I have had what I am referring to as emotional stress.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that it is the correct terminology or not.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest at this point, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself being broken over things like commercials about a son who uses his credit card to take his dad to Sweden or the smell of something that brings up a memory, to the beauty of dance, words spoken shared between me and friends, family or complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I have been taken back by the greatness of how things come together and just find that I am so small within it all.&lt;br /&gt;I lost one of my clients this week to cancer. It spread from her breasts to her bones and her liver. She was nonverbal so I never heard her complain but the amazing thing is she never showed pain or symptoms. She was just herself, happy and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;It was only five weeks from the time of diagnosis to her death but it seems amazing to me. I don't think it is sad but rather good for this way she doesn't have to suffer. I don't know just amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was listening to a sermon called The Bema Seat. I have heard it time and time again and I am not sure what it is about this sermon that ushers me into the presence of the Lord but for some reason I hear it and I recognize my flaws. I see them not in a way that makes me feel condemned and worthless but as the sinner, daughter and princess that I am.&lt;br /&gt;I love this glimpse because it is then that I feel I am not looking at myself for the purpose of some sort of selfish gain but so that I can see the greatness of Him.&lt;br /&gt;There are a million things going on inside. I think we are all here at times in our lives. Where there is so much going on and you just want to have it taken care of so you can sit back, take a deep breath and enjoy what is before you. This is where I am now but I am embracing it different than I have many times in the past. I don't want to complain, I don't want to whine, I just want to be at peace with where "this" is.&lt;br /&gt;So here I was today sitting at my desk listening to worship and the Bema Seat and I wept. I thought about all this nonsense and just took a deep breath. I asked the Lord what it was that would bring him praise and the answer came to me in several parts. Some of it was to sit and worship Him at that moment with songs from my heart. Then tonight I took a dance class. I love to dance! There is something in me that wakens when I am dancing. I do not claim to be the best at any one kind of dance but it is one thing that the Lord has planted deep within me that brings me such joy and in turn I believe brings Him that same joy. I am confident that each of us has at least one thing within us that makes us come alive. That can take that negative thought from our minds, hearts and spirits. I long for each of us to experience worshiping the Lord in that gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-4662166170853414206?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/4662166170853414206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=4662166170853414206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4662166170853414206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4662166170853414206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-see.html' title='What I see'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RzPniDqYovI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nIkNxrcnqn0/s72-c/dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7279128122088080850</id><published>2007-09-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:32:46.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so here I am sitting in my new apartment. I can't believe I am finally here. It is huge! And for those of you who know me, huge is not some thing I am used to. It is a far cry from the beach shack I lived in back in Carlsbad....oh the days of no heaters and rooms on top of one another! Well those days are over and here I am a girl in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; room on her sup comfy bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;determining&lt;/span&gt; the color she wants to paint the walls. love it and can't wait for you to come see it yourself. No worries I will be posting photos just as soon as the decorating as been completed!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you move, or have some big change in your life, it can often lead to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about days gone by, looking at old photos and maybe even talking to old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; been me over the last few nights. While I have been up to my ears in paper work for my job, that I am not so excited over, going to this event and that event, learning about a new city and meeting all sorts of interesting characters. I have had the chance to reconnect with some good memories and delightful people. You never know how things are going to work out. &lt;br /&gt;I have woken up several times in the last week, randomly having someone on my heart to pray for, write, call or I guess just keep in the back of my mind for some thing later on. I don't know how to explain it but I have had more interesting encounters with people than I have had in long long time.&lt;br /&gt;The other night I went to this home group through the church that Rene and I have been attending in the morning. We all talked and then went over some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scripture&lt;/span&gt; but later we broke into two smaller groups and offered up listening ears and prayer in case anyone was in need. This was something I was really excited about because prayer has always been one of my favorite things to do for others. For the last few months I had felt dry in my desire to do this but for some reason over the last few weeks the Lord has quenched that thirst and this was going to be my first time to intercede on the behalf of people and I was really excited to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So there I was in a group of five and only two of the four people in front of me had requests but I was totally taken by the Holy Spirit when I had the opportunity to pray for the family of one of the guys in our group. Now I won't go into detail of what the prayer was about but the Lord came first with a word while I was listening to him tell us his request and then the group asked me to lead in the prayer and I jumped at the opportunity. The Lord had words that night and I was thankful that I was being used to share them. I felt at home for the first time in a long time. I have often wondered if the Lord has given me a gift of intercession, but there are so many times where that has brought such fear in my heart that I have turned away from it. But that night the desire returned and I was happy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;I find such peace when I am in the midst of what I know He is calling me to do. This is a peace I have not felt in such a long time and I am so thankful that the Lord reminded me of.&lt;br /&gt;Just last night I was reminded of someone else I needed to pray for and it sat on my heart all night and into today. Its hard to pray for this person because I often get caught up on the assumption that I must know the need in order to pray, or know the person, or hear a desire. I am not sure I know any of those things about this person but I am praying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word that comes to mind over and over again throughout these last few weeks is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;redemption&lt;/span&gt;. I think to each person I have talked to about this it has held a different meaning, but right now it means a very specific thing to one person and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;interceding&lt;/span&gt; for them now. I pray this word and its meaning brings the peace you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7279128122088080850?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7279128122088080850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7279128122088080850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7279128122088080850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7279128122088080850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-thoughts.html' title='Night thoughts'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8512474418442043820</id><published>2007-09-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:04:14.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty doesn't come so easily.</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you find out something that breaks you in half?&lt;br /&gt;When you look a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8512474418442043820?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8512474418442043820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8512474418442043820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8512474418442043820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8512474418442043820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/09/honesty-doesnt-come-so-easily.html' title='Honesty doesn&apos;t come so easily.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5559012439483052722</id><published>2007-09-03T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:54:28.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got moves you've never seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RtzeB6nLOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2gNrqypyiu0/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RtzeB6nLOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2gNrqypyiu0/s320/justin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106200202026105282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we watched Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timberlake's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bringing Sexy Back Tour on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;You know what thought came to mind....&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all men dance like that?&lt;br /&gt;There is something so damn sexy about a man who can dance!&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some of you could care less, one way or the other if your man knows how to hear the beat and then move his body in such a way that it makes the very fiber of your being sway and  move right along with him. But as for me, there is simply nothing sexier then a man who can move.&lt;br /&gt;Now top that off with the ability to sing (which is a plus and not a necessity) and then there is great style, humor and well lets face it good looks and you have your self one nice little package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reality of the matter is that there are so many more things that need to be added to this list, but right now I'm not talking about to much reality, la la land is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Justin Timberlake....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5559012439483052722?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5559012439483052722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5559012439483052722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5559012439483052722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5559012439483052722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-moves-youve-never-seen.html' title='I&apos;ve got moves you&apos;ve never seen'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RtzeB6nLOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2gNrqypyiu0/s72-c/justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3525725709294370479</id><published>2007-08-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:06:58.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde</title><content type='html'>Lets say that it takes a lot for me to get things some times and more often than not I think it has to be beaten into my head and my heart. I have come to realize that when I take something into my life I go to nth degree to make it part of me and my world. Then when that is taken away or needs to be left behind I am so stubborn. I do not want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I told a friend once that its like a tree being pulled roots and all from the ground, it comes up but not without a little soil and earth along the way. This is not an easy task and is proving to be  something that comes with great  consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't think that I am any different from anyone else. I think we all have our things, and this is just mine. But lately it seems like I look at myself and wonder who the hell I am. Things that I was certain of have been turned upside down and things that left me confused in times of my past are only returning to rear their ugly heads. I long for one thing and at times live out another. I am at times feeling like I  am one person and at odds with the other. This is no new concept amongst us I am sure, but wow the awareness of this has come in such intensity that I am left overwhelmed and seeking out forgiveness, grace, mercy and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;It is the Lords response to this that is leaving me humbled.&lt;br /&gt;There are people I could ask for all this and more, but I am not guaranteed this or anything else. Then there is He who offers it with no hesitation. I cannot believe this. I cannot handle this. I cannot fathom this.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am the day after of yet another one of those times where I walked in Hyde's shoes and not so sure of the damage I have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me.For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God-through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God's law, but in the sinful nature a slave to the law of sin. Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin nature, God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful man to be a sin offering." Romans 7:21-8:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3525725709294370479?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3525725709294370479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3525725709294370479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3525725709294370479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3525725709294370479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/08/dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde.html' title='Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-6587144913854388833</id><published>2007-08-28T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:04:53.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowfeet lyrics</title><content type='html'>Walking,stumbling On These Shadowfeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward Home,a Land That I've Never Seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Changing: Less And Less Asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Of Different Stuff Than When I Began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Have Sensed It All Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Approaching Is The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The World Has Fallen Out From Under Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Found In You, Still Standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Sky Rolls Up And Mountains Fall On Their Knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Time And Space Are Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Found In You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres Distraction Buzzing In My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying In The Shadows It's Easier To Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've Heard Rumors Of True Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers Of A Well-lit Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Make All Things New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The World Has Fallen Out From Under Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Found In You, Still Standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Fear And Accusation Under My Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Time And Space Are Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Found In You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-6587144913854388833?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/6587144913854388833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=6587144913854388833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6587144913854388833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6587144913854388833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/08/shadowfeet-lyrics.html' title='Shadowfeet lyrics'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-359231323873230463</id><published>2007-08-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:27:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you slipped</title><content type='html'>in a whisper&lt;br /&gt;in the car&lt;br /&gt;in the room just under the blare of the music.&lt;br /&gt;when you hold your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;when your angry over the confusion of a new city&lt;br /&gt;when you left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-359231323873230463?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/359231323873230463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=359231323873230463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/359231323873230463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/359231323873230463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-you-slipped.html' title='I love you slipped'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1157003862547542999</id><published>2007-08-06T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:33:42.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updated and well... just read</title><content type='html'>Today I sit in the basement of my friends house. I don't have a place to call my own yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; waiting on Rene before that can happen, so for the last few weeks I've had this difficult time having somewhere I can call my own. I am welcome in each place I lay my head but to not have a place I can call my own is hard. In allot of ways I've struggled more with this move then I did any other in the past. After a long day at work all I want to do is come home and relax and not feel like I'm intruding on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; routine.&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, here I am a month into my new life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nash&lt;/span&gt; and I'm already being broken in the way I should be I suppose. Got into a car accident today. The lady demolished the back end of my car and its now in the shop and I will be receiving a new new car.&lt;br /&gt;I am working at my new job, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stressin&lt;/span&gt; and at times going bananas trying to retain all the crap I have to know. But I'm making it slowly, very slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;I have met some pretty cool people, seen allot of movies, ate allot of food, and missed the heck out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;There are more things but its late and i can't think straight so I will be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1157003862547542999?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1157003862547542999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1157003862547542999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1157003862547542999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1157003862547542999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/08/updated-and-well-just-read.html' title='updated and well... just read'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5782114769416462027</id><published>2007-07-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:38:18.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love</title><content type='html'>the words of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the grass just after the rain&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the isles&lt;br /&gt;that song that penetrates me to the core&lt;br /&gt;the way brown looks so good on him&lt;br /&gt;the sunset at Torrey Pines Cliffs&lt;br /&gt;the sound of my moms voice&lt;br /&gt;the mystery of HIS presence&lt;br /&gt;my brothers ability to make all things funny&lt;br /&gt;creating whole story lines in a dance&lt;br /&gt;learning about you&lt;br /&gt;laughing til I cry&lt;br /&gt;having the freedom to be me&lt;br /&gt;the ease of that freedom with my best friends&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;lilies and tulips&lt;br /&gt;pushing myself to the next level&lt;br /&gt;the power of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mangoes&lt;br /&gt;Africa in the fall&lt;br /&gt;that the list keeps on going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5782114769416462027?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5782114769416462027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5782114769416462027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5782114769416462027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5782114769416462027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love.html' title='I love'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3914222026669402443</id><published>2007-07-10T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:21:25.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in a new city</title><content type='html'>Well, Ive officially been in Nashville for about a week and things are good. Ive been getting settled into the time change, the new house, new streets and sites to see. I've gone to several Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; and am surprised to say that it ain't half bad. Now granted I can only have corn tortillas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asada&lt;/span&gt; but its been good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;Today I ventured out and went looking for houses and apartments that Rene and I might be interested in (for those who don't know Rene is moving out here with me, she'll be here in August). I got lost in a few neighborhoods but found one of the most beautiful homes and it had a red door! Unfortunately it wasn't for rent. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the gym, which was UH-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;, and made some friends there. I don't know if its just that people here are that much nicer then Californians or that I'm putting out a "I'm new" vibe but I have met people everywhere I've gone these past few days. I love it to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;I start my new job this coming Monday which should be great. I really enjoy the people I'll be working with there is one lady there whose name is Joyce, she is the sweetest lady, she just reminds me of my grandma and I feel at peace around her. So I'm excited to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow just thought I'd give a minor update. Hope all is well in your part of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3914222026669402443?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3914222026669402443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3914222026669402443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3914222026669402443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3914222026669402443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/07/adventures-in-new-city.html' title='Adventures in a new city'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1396972875997656861</id><published>2007-06-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:52:37.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk about...</title><content type='html'>So its getting down to the wire. I have about a week left here in beautiful San Diego and it is starting to hit me how hard it is going to be to leave this place that I have called my home for the better part of my life. Its funny because so many times I have prepared to leave this place and have done all the goodbyes and the rushing around like a chicken with her head cut off. But this is the first time that I am leaving and not coming back. There will be no temporary goodbye to my house and the ocean and friends/family. I can't believe I'm packing all my crap into my car and driving across country. This is going to be one hell of an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the break down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having a party this weekend, which should be amazing, then its one last week of work, gym time, surfing, tanning and hitting up all my favorite eateries. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right this is the last time I get GOOD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; food, I don't care what you say if you have had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; no where in the USA compares and don't try to convince me otherwise) Then next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; I am off to AZ to see my old friends and the next morning I start the long haul to Colorado then Missouri and finally Tennessee! I get there the 3rd and will spend my first holiday in the great city of Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the info, my number will stay the same for awhile so people can get a hold of me. I will inform you of the new digits when it happens. If you all want my new address toss me an email as I will not be posting it on here. (you know stalkers and all) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1396972875997656861?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1396972875997656861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1396972875997656861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1396972875997656861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1396972875997656861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-talk-about.html' title='Lets talk about...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7741065317571559530</id><published>2007-06-15T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:23:00.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how to write what I am feeling but  for some reason I think if I write this down it will some how make things make more sense. I witnessed a 19 year old girl die today after a tragic car accident just outside of my work. She was involved in a head on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;collision&lt;/span&gt; with another vehicle and the front end of her car compacted her inside. I ran to check and see if I could help but when we checked for a pulse there was nothing. A few moments later a fire truck came and they worked on getting her out but it was as if they knew it was too late. They tried to revive her but she had already been gone for over fifteen minutes. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt; seeing this girl lay there with no life. There was a body but not life left in her. All I could do was think about her family and how they didn't know. She had no idea that it was going to end today. The pain her family must be feeling and that it all happened so suddenly. I prayed and cried on my drive home for so many reasons, but mainly I thought of how I just take things for granted and I think I have time. It made me wanna call everyone and do everything I had been meaning to do. Even after I got home and had discussed it with a few people it hadn't really sunk in. It wasn't til a little bit ago that it really started to take its toll. Sometimes there are things that we won't deal with or we won't do because we are too scared. We won't tell people things or try certain things cause we either think we have the time to or something, if not ourselves, holds us back from taking that step. We let go of passions, we forget about dreams, we miss the big picture or even the small one. We let the lame things over rule the most powerful moments we could experience and for what?&lt;br /&gt;It makes me frustrated, frustrated at me, at others and I just want to say "What do you expect? What did you think was going to happen? Is this really how you want it to be? Are you gonna walk around with your tail between your legs cause your too damn scared to step it up?" There are things we need to take time out to do, relationships that need mending or maybe just expression of truth and love, whatever that may look like to you. I don't know. I just know that seeing that young vibrant girl laying there lifeless and knowing minutes before she was probably singing to some song on the radio thinking she had all the time in the world, changes things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to forget what Tess looked like laying there on the pavement, and I hope I don't get stuck in this rut again.&lt;br /&gt;And if I do...may I be found again and pulled from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7741065317571559530?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7741065317571559530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7741065317571559530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7741065317571559530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7741065317571559530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-is-short.html' title='Time is short'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-2986209827813695263</id><published>2007-06-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:27:49.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Get Moving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Abide in Me . . . —John 15:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;In the matter of determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The Spirit of Jesus is put into me by way of the atonement by the Cross of Christ. I then have to build my thinking patiently to bring it into perfect harmony with my Lord. God will not make me think like Jesus— I have to do it myself. I have to bring "every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ" (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Corinthians+10:5" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;2 Corinthians 10:5&lt;/a&gt;  ). "Abide in Me"— in intellectual matters, in money matters, in every one of the matters that make human life what it is. Our lives are not made up of only one neatly confined area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Am I preventing God from doing things in my circumstances by saying that it will only serve to hinder my fellowship with Him? How irrelevant and disrespectful that is! It does not matter what my circumstances are. I can be as much assured of abiding in Jesus in any one of them as I am in any prayer meeting. It is unnecessary to change and arrange my circumstances myself. Our Lord’s inner abiding was pure and unblemished. He was at home with God wherever His body was. He never chose His own circumstances, but was meek, submitting to His Father’s plans and directions for Him. Just think of how amazingly relaxed our Lord’s life was! But we tend to keep God at a fever pitch in our lives. We have none of the serenity of the life which is "hidden with Christ in God" ( &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search\u003dColossians+3:3\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;Colossians\n3:3\u003c/a\&gt;  ).\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\" face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12.0pt;font-weight:bold\"\&gt;Think of the things that take you\nout of the position of abiding in Christ. You say, &amp;quot;Yes, Lord, just a\nminute— I still have this to do. Yes, I will abide as soon as this is\nfinished, or as soon as this week is over. It will be all right, Lord. I will\nabide then.&amp;quot; Get \u003cem\&gt;\u003ci\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;moving\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/i\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;— begin to abide \u003cem\&gt;\u003ci\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;now\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/i\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;.\nIn the initial stages it will be a continual effort to abide, but as you\ncontinue, it will become so much a part of your life that you will abide in Him\nwithout any conscious effort. Make the determination to abide in Jesus wherever\nyou are now or wherever you may be placed in the future.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cspan\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\" face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12.0pt\"\&gt;Love you.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\" face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12.0pt\"\&gt;Me.\u003cspan\&gt;-- \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.rbc.org/authors/myUtmost/-1/Not%20Required%20in%20this%20section.aspx\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;Not\nRequired in this section\u003c/a\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;love lo\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"navy\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:navy\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\" color\u003d\"navy\" face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12.0pt;color:navy\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"3\" face\u003d\"Arial Narrow\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:12.0pt\"\&gt; \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003c/div\&gt;\n\n\u003c/div\&gt;\n\n\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians+3:3" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Colossians 3:3&lt;/a&gt;  ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think of the things that take you out of the position of abiding in Christ. You say, "Yes, Lord, just a minute— I still have this to do. Yes, I will abide as soon as this is finished, or as soon as this week is over. It will be all right, Lord. I will abide then." Get &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;— begin to abide &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In the initial stages it will be a continual effort to abide, but as you continue, it will become so much a part of your life that you will abide in Him without any conscious effort. Make the determination to abide in Jesus wherever you are now or wherever you may be placed in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-2986209827813695263?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/2986209827813695263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=2986209827813695263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2986209827813695263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2986209827813695263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/abide.html' title='abide'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1412747886634541988</id><published>2007-06-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:52:33.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville Update...here I come!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RnASub6j9fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lZkwU_Cza1M/s1600-h/nas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RnASub6j9fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lZkwU_Cza1M/s320/nas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075577369023215090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok boys and girls I just returned from a very eventful week in Nashville, my new home. Here is the deal. I went for about five days and I interviewed at 5 different places. Three of which I was really interested in and three of which I think I have in the bag, well at least two of them. And though all three are good opportunities and for different reasons I could choose each one. I have decided to take the first job which is working as a case manager for adults with mental retardation. The job starts the third week of July so I will be leaving here June 30th to head to AZ for a night then onto CO where I pick up my buddy T-diggs and then onto MO and then TN.....soooo if you are some where on the way I would love to see you. I appreciate all the prayers and support and I ask that you all continue to pray for me as  I will  be going out about two weeks before  I start and will be in a tight bind financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna come to San Diego you got two weeks, if you want to come to Nashville you got some time...love you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1412747886634541988?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1412747886634541988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1412747886634541988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1412747886634541988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1412747886634541988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/nashville-updatehere-i-come.html' title='Nashville Update...here I come!!!!!'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RnASub6j9fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lZkwU_Cza1M/s72-c/nas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7451845206623897600</id><published>2007-06-06T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:27:00.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it goes</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how things go. These past couple days I have had this interesting encounter with life. I have been on my knees more then I have in a while, and so many a Christians would say when you get deeper you can expect the attacks to come, and maybe that is what this is, but at the same time I have had this difficulty with that thought process. I have been battling with thoughts of discouragement and fear, going toe to toe with things that shouldn't be a big deal but have been. Talking about it seems trivial and pointless but last night was by far the most intense time I have had in a long time. I had a horribly uncomfortable and awkward encounter with a friend, I struggled to focus on prayer and worship and when I drove home I felt like my heart was suffocating. I know that this is a moment that passes and I am not looking for words or a fix it plan. I am just setting myself before the Lord and asking him what he has for me in this. But I am wanting to share this with you all maybe partially to ask you to pray for me, to intercede on my behalf, but also to say these are the moments where the happy fluffy Christian stuff goes out the door and I recognize the reality of walking with the Lord. Now I have never been one to assume that things should be perfect and I am not trying to claim that, I know full well the ups and downs of walking with the Lord and walking with myself really. I feel heavy and overloaded with crap that I, I refuse to let go of.  I don't truly desire to hold onto it but yet and still here I am gripping it to death. So today I am laying it down and I may have to do this over and over again and that's ok. Whats not ok is continuing to walk around like I am able to do this without the help of the Lord. As though the issues that come up, whether big or small, pointless or meaningful, are something to put aside and think about later. I refuse to stay in this place when it is so evident that He is calling me to something more. When my spirit longs for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7451845206623897600?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7451845206623897600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7451845206623897600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7451845206623897600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7451845206623897600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-it-goes.html' title='How it goes'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3780021338620039720</id><published>2007-06-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:37:06.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>Today I was in a discussion with someone about romance and how they lacked in that area and how most women long for it. It got me to thinking about how we loved to be pursued and romanced, even once we have been snatched up by the one who captures our hearts. It never gets old to be pursued. So then this song came to my mind, I wanted to post it for you all to listen to but I am lame and don't know how to do it, so instead I'm posting the words and hope you seek it out yourself. Have a blessed day ladies and I hope you feel pursued, if not by him or only him but by the Lord who pursues us each morning with the sunrise...but for now, let me say I hope you feel pursued by the one who has captured your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany Dillon: For my Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="cnt"&gt;Walk towards me&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;The heavens singing over you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe&lt;br /&gt;And look at me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be captured by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And let me know you’d fight&lt;br /&gt;Thousands, for my love&lt;br /&gt;Slip your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to dance with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just ask me for my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;What’s deep in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared to be known by you&lt;br /&gt;But when I turn my head&lt;br /&gt;And see you there&lt;br /&gt;I want to be pursued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And let me know you’d fight&lt;br /&gt;Thousands, for my love&lt;br /&gt;Slip your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to dance with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just ask me for my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream I won’t wake from&lt;br /&gt;A story that will never end&lt;br /&gt;The ground your feet walk on&lt;br /&gt;Let me be there, let me be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me know you’d fight&lt;br /&gt;Thousands, for my love&lt;br /&gt;Slip your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to dance with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just ask me for my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me know you’d fight&lt;br /&gt;Thousands, for my love&lt;br /&gt;Slip your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to dance with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for my love&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5936235104794281"; google_alternate_ad_url = "http://www.lyricsdomain.com/collapseads.html"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_type = "text"; google_ad_channel ="4162239742"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "FF7028"; google_color_text = "505050"; google_color_url = "808080"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3780021338620039720?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3780021338620039720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3780021338620039720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3780021338620039720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3780021338620039720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5611906388051255530</id><published>2007-06-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:41:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Monkey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; friends sorry there was so much shushing but I have been a busy busy woman. Since the last blog about being quiet I went to a wedding in Idaho but flew in Wyoming to and drove the rest of the way with my good buddy Tyler. Then came home and was here for about four days when I got a great surprise invite to Virgina and headed out there for about five days. It is beautiful there by the way so those of you who have never been there need to go, especially if you are on my side of the continent and don't get much peace and quiet. It was great. So now I am home for about a week and then I head off to Nashville to get set up for the big move. I am hoping that I will be interviewing with a few places, there is one job in particular that would be great, so please keep me in your prayers and I will be sure to keep you posted on the happenings.&lt;br /&gt;Other then that things are good for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about allot of things and trying to spend time hearing the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Times have been dry and so they will be here and there in life but something I am coming to grips with is that things aren't predictable or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;controllable&lt;/span&gt;; and there are things that I will need to just step into and trust that the Lord always has it. Its funny how we can come back to the same struggles or concepts over and over again. Anyhow just a thought...more later, now I'm off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5611906388051255530?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5611906388051255530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5611906388051255530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5611906388051255530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5611906388051255530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/travel-monkey.html' title='Travel Monkey..'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3788496836014968478</id><published>2007-06-01T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:25:53.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RmA4uGxh23I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aY333eLFBrE/s1600-h/dance_wp_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RmA4uGxh23I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aY333eLFBrE/s320/dance_wp_800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071115545162668914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok so its that time again this week marked the second week of auditions for SYTYCD and then next week we are on to Vegas where they will take their top dancers on to LA where yours truly will be going to as many live tapings as possible before the big move to Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who aren't current fans of the show, you have no idea what you are missing and you need to get into it cause its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bos...you need to get your white Canadian body down here and attend a show with me. I am not going to know when I have tickets but it will be soon that much I do know. So get your arse down here and lets go get our dance on. Miss you friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is it for my plug on my favorite show. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3788496836014968478?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3788496836014968478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3788496836014968478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3788496836014968478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3788496836014968478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance....'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RmA4uGxh23I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aY333eLFBrE/s72-c/dance_wp_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3849818200999693848</id><published>2007-05-24T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:40:22.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RlY-fGxh22I/AAAAAAAAAEk/xD454koIHqM/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RlY-fGxh22I/AAAAAAAAAEk/xD454koIHqM/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068307134767291234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I missed the conversation, the intimate exchange of thoughts and feelings, the challenge and the growth. I thought about the last time that I felt full. Full of Him and awake in what this all means. It's been awhile since I  have been there, you know that place where we embrace one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;another. Where this all falls into place and at the end of it all I walk away amazed by His splendor.   How does it come and go so easily? Why is it this "thing" that I set aside like I can function without it? I can't function. I miss it. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;So there is this longing that I have and I take it out on others cause I refuse to see it starts with me. I long for the exchange, I fight for it with my spirit. But I miss it with my flesh. I miss it with my intentions and my self crap. Then you come along and I ask you to fill it, and here I am again missing it. I get mad cause you wont give me what I want when all I really need to do is set myself at the his feet. Be quiet and just lay there.&lt;br /&gt;So today I saw that Ive been missing it, and so I'm sitting here at his feet and waiting. Being quiet in hopes that I don't try and fill myself with noise again...but again will happen. So for now I will take that grace that falls like rain and wash myself in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3849818200999693848?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3849818200999693848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3849818200999693848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3849818200999693848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3849818200999693848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh....'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RlY-fGxh22I/AAAAAAAAAEk/xD454koIHqM/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7336457695801695448</id><published>2007-05-23T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:09:27.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Ladies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RlTzz2xh21I/AAAAAAAAAEc/14rR-P9fj3g/s1600-h/joss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RlTzz2xh21I/AAAAAAAAAEc/14rR-P9fj3g/s320/joss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067943552900782930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ladies do I have a song for you...now we all know that I love to dance, and for most of you that read this I know you like getting your grove on as well, so here it is.... I found the next best song to blast in your room while getting ready and doing that thing you do in front of the mirror when you want to feel sexy...THATS RIGHT SEXY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go purchase Joss Stones Put Your Hands On Me....I had this song in my head phones this afternoon and had one hell of a jam session in my room...haha...ok ladies go get your grove on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the rest of the album is great too, there is a song called Music that is also one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NICOLE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/image.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7336457695801695448?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7336457695801695448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7336457695801695448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7336457695801695448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7336457695801695448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-ladies.html' title='For the Ladies!'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RlTzz2xh21I/AAAAAAAAAEc/14rR-P9fj3g/s72-c/joss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8957114585768307937</id><published>2007-05-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:05:37.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All signs point to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; today I think I am walking around with a sign around my neck that says, "Cuss me out, yell at me, hate me." Because today one of my boys took it upon himself to show me just how colorful the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; language can be when you throw in a F word here and there. This was probably one of the most out of control moments I have had with a kid since I started almost two years ago. This kid is huge, I mean really heavy set, and he is angry and he wasn't afraid to show it. Now I can normally hold my ground,but this time was a bit scarier then normal and I have to say i was thankful for the male staff that came and stepped in on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I thought I would share that experience and then say that it is moments like this that get me excited to leave for Nashville. Which leads me into a minor update for those of you who are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;So I am waiting on some job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;, I interviewed for one last week that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; really like but we will see. the plan is to leave July 1 as my family has decided to stay here til September which is great. I am traveling to Nash next week for about a week and then coming home and gearing up to leave. So those of you who have told me that you want to come and visit you better get a move on cause time is running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought from my travels across Wyoming Montana and Idaho this last weekend... I'd like to go camping, I think I'd like to try and go to Yosemite before I leave. Not sure why I am sharing that with you other then to encourage you to get out of the house and enjoy nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8957114585768307937?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8957114585768307937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8957114585768307937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8957114585768307937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8957114585768307937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-signs-point-to-me.html' title='All signs point to me.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3211968245041437885</id><published>2007-05-21T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:18:54.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so my question is...</title><content type='html'>So I'm in the airport and I'm waiting for my connection to San Diego...&lt;br /&gt;I've walked back and forth trying to stretch my legs and find a place to plug in my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Now here is my question...what gives a man the thought in his head that he has the right to make ridiculous comments about a woman when he is passing her on the moving sidewalk...or anywhere really? This really gets under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on the moving side walk and these three men who work for the airport start guaking at me from the other end and when we pass eachother on the sidewalk they start making comments about my figure, as though I cannot hear them, and talk about me like Im just something to critique. It was so abnoxious! They thought it was flattering and made eyes at me like I was going to hand my number over to them and thank them for such "flattering" remarks. WHATEVER!!!! ugh can i just say that it is the most unattractive disgusting thing that a man can do to a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3211968245041437885?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3211968245041437885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3211968245041437885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3211968245041437885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3211968245041437885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-my-question-is.html' title='so my question is...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5382035365889767725</id><published>2007-05-14T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:21:09.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time with Nicci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RkiZ-0jBa7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PK2iLnMRqIo/s1600-h/tre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RkiZ-0jBa7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PK2iLnMRqIo/s320/tre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064467085514599346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets chat for a minute about the fact that I am obsessed with trees...yea I don't know what it is but I am so fascinated by them that I will sit and just stare at any one tree for hours...I don't know what it is. But then I was thinking back on a conversation I had with a roommate last year when I was going through this time of purification. We were talking about how people or things can become such a part of who you are that they are like trees rooted in the depths of who you are and to rid yourself of it is similar to taking the a tree from the ground. It rips so much of the earth with it that it leave this hole.  The hole  is filled and the earth heals in time but its changed.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the last few years and all the things the Lord took from me, all for good reason, but it left this hole that he has been filling in over the last year and I am feeling this newness. I am more alive now than I have been in years and I am walking in this joy that is so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;So in that I am getting ready to start this book, not just a chapter but a book. I have had closure on things that have been open wounds for a long time, and some delightful new additions to my life. I leave in just over a month for Nash and there I will be starting over on a new adventure with my bff and my new family. There is a new job, a new life, a new love....oh my gosh! Guys keep me in your prayers, I interview this week, Wednesday to be exact. There are so many good things going on that I cant do them justice on here but I would love to talk to you all...BOS THIS MEANS YOU. I don't have your number in Canada so hurry your ass up and contact a sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok love you guys. I will  keep you posted on the moving info and the job info. The number is staying the same for awhile though so you all can call me on my celly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... this is a tree i sat under for hours in Boston isn't it marvelous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5382035365889767725?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5382035365889767725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5382035365889767725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5382035365889767725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5382035365889767725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-time-with-nicci.html' title='Story time with Nicci'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RkiZ-0jBa7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PK2iLnMRqIo/s72-c/tre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3393154841323629319</id><published>2007-05-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:50:42.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RkiFBkjBa6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CCgBE4nnETU/s1600-h/P5100035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RkiFBkjBa6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CCgBE4nnETU/s320/P5100035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064444043015056290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; I went on the Ellen Show and its airing today so if you wanna try and find me amidst the people in the park I say watch it and have fun....Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; rocked the house (and for those who are player haters I don't know what to tell you) it was allot of fun and thought I'd let you all know...HEY BOS we are going to So You Think You Can Dance later this month....where the hell you at?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3393154841323629319?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3393154841323629319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3393154841323629319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3393154841323629319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3393154841323629319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/ellen.html' title='Ellen'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RkiFBkjBa6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CCgBE4nnETU/s72-c/P5100035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3735639246434934881</id><published>2007-05-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:24:35.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm ears..</title><content type='html'>smiles smiles tons of smiles. yes you, you made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song to fit the mood: Bubbly by Colbie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3735639246434934881?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3735639246434934881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3735639246434934881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3735639246434934881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3735639246434934881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/warm-ears.html' title='Warm ears..'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8164966586190070191</id><published>2007-05-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T07:24:26.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today...not so good....someone broke into my car last night. They trashed the inside of the car and  stole my ipod and some money, I guess I am lucky they didn't take anything else but it didn't help my day to start off well. Then I got to work and the  "queen" my nickname for the boss here, totally got in my face. I just about walked out and left. Ugh this is not a good day, so  now I'm venting on here and hoping my day gets better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8164966586190070191?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8164966586190070191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8164966586190070191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8164966586190070191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8164966586190070191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-2897696309552727237</id><published>2007-05-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:25:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rj6neUjBa5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i61aVs3IegE/s1600-h/P5050035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rj6neUjBa5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i61aVs3IegE/s320/P5050035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061667170564533138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes a recap of the weekend and all my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my bff get baptised with her bro...what a blessing that was to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang my heart out with the LAYDAYS at Amandas place...nothing like some good karaoke to get you in the right mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out I have a parasite and its been the reason behind my nausea this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Spiderman 3 with the bro and though the movie wasn't worth much, it was so good to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan makes me happy and I cannot wait for August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to count on myself to get through things, I am not so sure I would make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mission, though good food had some seriously wack service this morning...but nothing like a little humor to pass the time. Shout out to my bros and Nae Nae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a man out there for my bff and I cannot wait til he gets his ish together and wakes up cause she is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really going to miss my family and the beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get back to the gym tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not such a super human after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the night: Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-2897696309552727237?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/2897696309552727237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=2897696309552727237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2897696309552727237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2897696309552727237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rj6neUjBa5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i61aVs3IegE/s72-c/P5050035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-609008221575758830</id><published>2007-05-02T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:03:54.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Just real quick to ask you to pray. I found out I may have to leave San Diego even sooner then I thought, real sad about that today as it means no time with my brother before I go. not even sure how I will pay for my travels to Nashville with such short notice. this could mean instead of the end of June I would be leaving in three weeks. I really want to be able to spend June here so I can be with my brother and my friends and save some money from work. Ugh....lots of tears today. thanks guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-609008221575758830?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/609008221575758830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=609008221575758830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/609008221575758830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/609008221575758830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/05/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3633286391457203133</id><published>2007-04-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:33:51.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in...</title><content type='html'>Ok so for those who keep asking and I have not been able to give a very definite answer....this may help.&lt;br /&gt;So the family is in the process of selling the business this week, so please keep us in your prayers for that, so mom and Paul plan to leave San Diego on their 6 month tour of the states July 1st and see where the good Lord leads. ( they do have more plans than that but I won't bore you with detail) Anyhow so that means that I am out of here earlier than expected. I will be leaving San Diego before Rene and heading to Nashville on my own. She plans on coming in August and I will be going out there in early June for some interviews (prayerfully) and than coming back packing and moving there before the end of the month. OH MY GOSH! So sadly not as long of a summer break in CA as I hoped for but this is ok as I know the Lord has things for me. I am excited to get out there and start this new chapter!&lt;br /&gt;So I need all the prayers you all can send my way, money is an issue at the current moment and since I will be coming with no furniture what so ever I am asking you Nashvegas buddies of mine to keep your eyes peeled for good deals!&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys&lt;br /&gt;keep you updated as I know more info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3633286391457203133?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3633286391457203133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3633286391457203133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3633286391457203133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3633286391457203133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-just-in.html' title='This just in...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-6083284549732080526</id><published>2007-04-29T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:14:50.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this weekend...</title><content type='html'>It was Rene's birthday, we went up north just me, Rene, Meesh and Suz to Hearst Castle and San Luis Obispo and boy was it a time to remember. Lets start this off with saying that I have become more high maintenance in the eating department than I ever thought possible. I hate not being able to eat wheat or gluten and that almost everything I crave has both of those products in them. LAME! So that proved to be interesting aspect of the trip, especially when I blatantly ignored the fact that I get deathly ill when I eat wheat and allowed myself to dip into the friendship bread that Suz made for the car ride. Man did I get sick and boy were the girls troopers! Needless to say I learned my lesson and I will not be doing that again.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the castle and it was Uh-mazing! I would show you photos but wouldn't you know my camera mysteriously erased all the photos minus the guest pool so you are ish outta luck on that one. Afterwards we went to the this cute little beach town and had lunch and then finished up the night at the Madonna Inn for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Now as soon as the ladies send me photos I will post them cause you will never believe this place. It was out of control gaudy. I mean one of the rooms looked like strawberry shortcake vomited all over the place. It was crazy but man was it fun. There was a dance floor and there was big band music playing and all these couples out there swing dancing and such, oh man was I wishing I could be out there cutting a rug. We later crashed a sweet 16 party downstairs while trying to get our picture on in the moulin rouge bathroom. It was hysterical you guys I seriously had the best time. But the ringer had to be the fact that we went there for a good birthday dessert for my Rene and because we got there so late we got the left overs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes friends I am talking the chocolate sheet cake that looks like it came straight from the local Walmart and tasted like it had been sitting there for about two weeks. I went through hell and back tryin to find a waitress, mind you the one that sat us disappeared into the night and was apparently the only waitress for the entire restaurant. Anyhow she was missing in action so I hunted down a busboy and asked him if I could get a piece cake of something for my girl and the boy hooked it up. Now mind you he informed me that it was the bottom of the barrel as far as choices but I didn't realize it was going to be the worst thing that ever crossed the lips of my three good friends. (this is when I was happy I couldn't eat cake, PTL for an allergy to gluten!) Anyhow it turned into one heck of scene but only became that much funnier when we were reminded of the previous nights occurrence....now bare with me cause you may not think this last little bit is funny but if you know me you will laugh and you will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;So picture this, I'm laying on the bed in the guest house Friday night. I have tears pouring down my face because I am in so much pain from the damn bite of bread I took. (this is not the funny part) anyhow the ladies come in and gathered around me, giving love the way good girl friends do, when Suz says she would like to pray. So we all close our eyes and Suz starts in just interceding for my belly and what not. Then Nae (Rene for those who don't know I call her that) starts praying just for healing over my allergy all together and an ability to have strength to rely on the Lord and yada yada... So while Nae is speaking I'm just talking to the Lord saying things like "Lord just thanks for these girls and their understanding, and I just pray that the people who will come into my life from here on out will understand the pressures....."  Ok so this is where it gets funny, now in true Nicci fashion and I suppose most girl like fashion I immediately transfer from the above thought into, "And lord gosh my husband I pray he just has good taste buds and isn't a steak and potato man...oh...oh gosh my husband, oh wait my wedding...no my wedding cake, I'm not going to be able to eat it cause its made from gluten and wheat, oh Freakin A what am I going to do? (worry and laughter start to build)." Meanwhile Rene is still praying and I am trying so hard to hold it in and I just can't so I bust out in laughter in the midst of her prayer, thus startling the others and we all open our eyes and I'm laughing so hard I can't explain what I'm thinking. You guys this was to much, I have been known to go from one topic to another but never that drastic and to that point during a prayer. I was eventually able to get it out and we all laughed so so hard for like 10 minutes that the cake incident the next night just brought that much more to the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry this could go on forever and most of you will hear this story live over and over I am sure nonetheless for those who aren't that is the 411 on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Took lots of photos those will be up soon. The ones I have on my camera are posted now so check it on myspace or flickr. Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-6083284549732080526?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/6083284549732080526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=6083284549732080526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6083284549732080526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6083284549732080526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-this-weekend.html' title='So this weekend...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-587117515141349470</id><published>2007-04-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:58:14.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just wake up and have one of those days where everything you do just turns to crap? Well today was one of those days for me. I don't know what it was but it started with waking up and feeling like I was run over by a dump truck while attempting to rest my weary body. Then I went to work, mind you two days ago when I went to work walking like I was part of the next zombie movie, I totally screwed up and left a kid unattended in the house while I went on a transport, never happens but there is always a first time for everything. Anyhow went to work today and I got stuck in a house with a bunch of girls that I do not normally work with. These girls are known for their manipulation and rude behavior. So I was in for it this morning! I managed to make it through the first part of the day but just felt real discouraged. So I went to the Lord in prayer. This was therapeutic for me as I just let it go at the feet of the Lord. I just wept. Which is good but man I just felt wasted afterwards. Anyhow its not that there were a million and a half things that went wrong just a general bummer day.&lt;br /&gt;I thought allot of Africa today. The people there that I miss, the ones whom are just a few hundred miles away but I can't communicate with.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is just a small rant my bro is coming in tonight and tomorrow I am off with the girls for a three day weekend to celebrate my bffs birthday. So things will turn around. Just wanted to vent for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and love to all of you so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-587117515141349470?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/587117515141349470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=587117515141349470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/587117515141349470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/587117515141349470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-345164224599534929</id><published>2007-04-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:59:29.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.one.org&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/7968627777294204654-345164224599534929?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/345164224599534929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=345164224599534929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/345164224599534929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/345164224599534929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/africa.html' title='Africa'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1841072005390715630</id><published>2007-04-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:05:07.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RTN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your smile makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;One down five more to go.&lt;br /&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/7968627777294204654-1841072005390715630?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1841072005390715630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1841072005390715630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1841072005390715630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1841072005390715630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/rtn.html' title='RTN'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8793177252390511571</id><published>2007-04-22T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:00:44.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was reminded of a dream I had the first week I came to the Lord. It was strange how this dream came back to me though it is something I have held onto for the last ten years and can still remember it quite vividly. So I was thinking I should share it with you today.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of my dream I am walking with this girl, I suppose she was my friend, though I cannot remember what her face looks like or if I even knew her then. We were walking down the street into different apartment complexes and random buildings. We were looking for this party that we had  been invited to. We stopped by different places but none of them were the one. Then we entered this complex and there was this massive pool covered with glass doors. You could see all these people dancing, drinking, socializing.&lt;br /&gt;The girl I was with went through the door and turned around to look at me. She motioned for me to come in but I didn't want to. I pointed upwards indicating to her that I was going to check out upstairs and see what was going on there. She smiled and got lost into the party. I started climbing these stairs, I had remembered I had seen something on the roof so I headed up there to see what was what.&lt;br /&gt;When I got up there it was empty. I didn't see anyone but I looked around hoping to find something of worth. Then across the way on the roof of another building I saw this house. It was different there were all these trees and flowers and grass. It was beautiful. It looked so inviting and peaceful. It was unreal the roof of the building I was on was gray and drab, it was lonely and empty. So I started looking around trying to see how I could get over to this other house. I walked towards the edge and just then I heard these voices. I turned around and there were all these people. Some I recognized, some who were faceless strangers.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that they all started calling me names, they were yelling things I had heard my whole life. I just stood there crying. I didn't know what to do. Then they started hurling crap at me. I mean literal crap. It was so heavy I fell to the ground. I was getting caked in it. It was disgusting and I just lay there not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then things changed, I heard this voice and this man was speaking to the crowds of people, saying they couldn't treat me the way they did and that I was his daughter and He wouldn't tolerate it. He picked me up and started to clean me off, the people just disappeared and we walked towards that beautiful house. It was amazing, there was this bridge and we just walked across it and then suddenly the bridge was gone. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up that next morning feeling peaceful about where I was. At that point coming out of a long period of drug and alcohol abuse and having some other real life altering moments I knew that the Lord was with me and I wouldn't have to take that "crap" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had the pleasure of spending time with some amazing people. Experiencing some things that reminded me of where I have come from and who I am now. I was blessed to speak truth into the life of some amazing ladies and be blessed with wisdom spoken into my life through some complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;It has been an insightful time, I have had the pleasure of hearing the hearts of a few friends and finding myself more and more drawn to who they are. I love how the Lord has orchestrated us to  intertwine with one another. I feel blessed to have the grace and forgiveness and understanding of the Lord poured over me and those I encounter. He has created something amazing in each of us. Our capabilities, though at times can be some what scary or dangerous, this weekend they have been something of awe for me to sit back and breath in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8793177252390511571?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8793177252390511571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8793177252390511571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8793177252390511571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8793177252390511571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5075061065319658552</id><published>2007-04-20T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:14:44.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Rains of Refreshing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As rains of refreshing, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;So pour out Your Spirit upon our waiting hearts.&lt;br /&gt;As showers upon new-mown hay,&lt;br /&gt;Send Your Spirit upon our thirsty souls.&lt;br /&gt;For upon You, O God, do we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy our hungering souls with Your abundance.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fill our longing hearts with Your fullness.&lt;br /&gt;For in Your presence is fullness of Joy;&lt;br /&gt;At Your right hand are eternal pleasures.&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/7968627777294204654-5075061065319658552?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5075061065319658552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5075061065319658552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5075061065319658552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5075061065319658552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-rains-of-refreshing.html' title='As Rains of Refreshing'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5573026015929922947</id><published>2007-04-19T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:17:29.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a song well a band...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; quick note, for those who don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; mainly talking to you) but for whomever else may not be on there I wanted to tell you about this new band. Well they aren't that new but they most likely are to you. The name of the band is Trading Yesterday and one of their songs is the featured song on the trailer for In the Land of Women starring none other than mister San Diego himself, Adam Brody. Anyhow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;One Day&lt;/span&gt; is the featured song and I have had it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; many a times but they also have one called She is the Sunshine and I just wanted to encourage you all to check them out. They are kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bos&lt;/span&gt; I know you will appreciate, but worth taking a listen to. You cannot get them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; yet but you can purchase their music via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; at www.myspace.com/tradingyesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my loveys I miss you I am thinking of you and hope you can dance with me to the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5573026015929922947?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5573026015929922947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5573026015929922947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5573026015929922947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5573026015929922947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-well-band.html' title='a song well a band...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-458301355124095412</id><published>2007-04-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:52:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiecJJ-C0UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hdTYOgtZoFM/s1600-h/boredom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiecJJ-C0UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hdTYOgtZoFM/s320/boredom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055180787855577410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have the sick house today. Which means all the sick boys come to the house I run.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I getting the sickies when I am trying to get over a cold?&lt;br /&gt;I'm locked up in here all day so I have too much time on my hands and conveniently forgot my book at home.&lt;br /&gt;So you get the pleasure of reading my every thought...well ok not every thought cause some of those are reserved for certain people/times.&lt;br /&gt;Had a killer workout last night.&lt;br /&gt;My trainer is kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;I started drinking a new shake this morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;Protein powder, chocolate rice milk and mixed berries with some flax seed oil. mmmm mmm.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hungry now and am devouring a pink lady apple and think I might go on to the blood red orange next.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend me and my friend Court are going to make a video so if you're lucky you might get to see it. Well maybe not....&lt;br /&gt;Kelly do you remember in college when we would have those little dance parties in the dorm. You and your toe shoes me and my hip hop? Oh what a team we were!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which do you know its the 20th anniversary of Dirty Dancing...I know you all wanted to know this.&lt;br /&gt;In the last twenty minutes I have seen 15 commercials for weight loss drugs. And you wonder why women have a complex.&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is enough of me talking about random crap just to fill time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-458301355124095412?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/458301355124095412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=458301355124095412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/458301355124095412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/458301355124095412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiecJJ-C0UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hdTYOgtZoFM/s72-c/boredom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7481405865011747441</id><published>2007-04-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:49:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stand amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiZZ-EN6J3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZyDzEHZcyj8/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiZZ-EN6J3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZyDzEHZcyj8/s320/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054826554588800882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I continually stand amazed at the ability of the Lord to provide the very thing I need at the moment that I need it? To know what it is that I long for before I do? To bless me in a way that I never thought imaginable or worthy of? I cannot explain to you the way He has shown me this again and again the last few weeks, in circumstance of job and relationships and life experiences. The desire in my heart to know him greater has been there more and more, and with every desire to grow in this, he has brought me a new way to examine my heart in relation to Him. To trust in ways I have not had to trust in such a long time. To rely on the fact that He has me and this is something I need not be concerned by. To relinquish my control over situations, to not know the reasons why and to believe that it is worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;There is so many ways I can express to you how He has done this over my life time I am sure, but these past few months I am floored time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;I sit down and weep at the timeliness of it all. I have always said that in each relationship and experience that I believe it is an encounter with the Lord. One for me to learn from because they represent a part of Him that I do not know fully. This could not be more true in every area of my life moreover there is one person who has entered my life recently who seems to know the heart of the Lord and where I am at with it all. I don't know how you seem to meet me in every place I am. If the Lord is sharing my heart with you, but I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like the knowing you are okay to be you in your skin with someone. To know there isn't a rule of judgment coming down upon you. It is this way with the Lord but when you meet people who enable you to walk in that same grace it is more than amazing. It is my heart to never put someone in a place of discouragement, to tempt or condemn another. It is my desire to encourage, challenge and stand beside those who are pushing towards the goal. I pray that I can be that for you my dear ones. I pray that we all can be faithful and ok with the fact that we don't always meet the mark, goodness knows the Lord is okay with where we are more than we ever are. Just keep trying cause Lord knows I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7481405865011747441?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7481405865011747441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7481405865011747441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7481405865011747441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7481405865011747441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-stand-amazed.html' title='I stand amazed'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiZZ-EN6J3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZyDzEHZcyj8/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-4543509565194596776</id><published>2007-04-16T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:31:34.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>approaching the cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is often a grave misunderstanding, whether in principle or action, in how we are to approach the cross of Jesus. Many of us have become quite familiar with the theological and spiritual concepts of the centrality of the cross as it relates to the inception of our salvation and the foundation of our sanctification. We've heard the voice of Jesus beckoning us near, yet we find that as we begin to move our souls are heavy-laden with guilt and shame at our own depravity. The tree of life contorted to a towering judge in the confusion surrounding such an unreserved love. To approach the cross we must embrace true repentance and hope and throw off every inkling of guilt and shame. It may seem a simple assessment, yet our efforts often display an unfortunate submission to the latter. Jesus calls you because you are broken...because it's only in this condition that you are even able to approach the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4.16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-4543509565194596776?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/4543509565194596776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=4543509565194596776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4543509565194596776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4543509565194596776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/approaching-cross.html' title='approaching the cross'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-349236934324723558</id><published>2007-04-14T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:58:39.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo'ds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiEol-xjOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/lhRuA6NUH8I/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiEol-xjOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/lhRuA6NUH8I/s320/cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053364889857505346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood of the day: happy, though bronchitis is making things unbearable at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: 5:19 by Matt Wertz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: What does today look like for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan of the day: Rest and maybe watch a kick boxing thing with the homies in Mexico...not so sure that is a good idea when i feel like hell, but man am i a sucker for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color of the day: Burnt Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny moment of the day: the lady at the gas station who started talking to me about her day as though I was her best bud, she was going crazy talkin all kinds of smack at 9 in the morning. But man was she funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink of the day: Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit of the day: mmmm mango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal of the day: to make someone smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-349236934324723558?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/349236934324723558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=349236934324723558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/349236934324723558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/349236934324723558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/moods.html' title='Moo&apos;ds'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RiEol-xjOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/lhRuA6NUH8I/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8750059280291110842</id><published>2007-04-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:52:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sick</title><content type='html'>So today is normally my day of rest and this was something I was really looking forward to as I haven't been feeling so great these last few days. But I had a horrible night sleep and had to be up bright and early to work on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;Essentially my allergies have taken over and created a bit of a cold and  I am now feeling as though my head is in a vice. So I am sitting in my house wishing I had the strength to go to the store and get some soup or better yet that I had someone who would go get it for me. Wow you really take the moms for granted when you are all alone. I suppose I should get used to it again since I will be out on my own again in just a few short months. But I will tell you what I am a sucker for some tlc when I am sick. However I do have enough energy to write a pointless blog so I am going to attempt to hit up the store and then drug myself to go to sleep tonight. Two more days of work and then rest again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so cute moment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;the little girls who live next door to me who are probably about 6 and 8 are outside today doing little dance cheers and they have to be the cutest things I have seen in some time. One of them has these little curly locks and a face that you just want to eat up. She is bouncing around saying, "We are the panthers the mighty mighty panthers!" so cute. just thought id share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8750059280291110842?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8750059280291110842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8750059280291110842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8750059280291110842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8750059280291110842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling sick'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3467184014208189365</id><published>2007-04-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:14:29.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhsA5exjOCI/AAAAAAAAADc/TsaxvXIbbog/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhsA5exjOCI/AAAAAAAAADc/TsaxvXIbbog/s320/home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051632394539579426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the first night of seven nights that I will be in my home all alone. Now normally I would welcome a little alone time, but seven nights in this house with no one to hear my cries for attention is something to behold let me tell you. So tonight I started this week long adventure with my latest mix tape blaring at a level so loud that the neighbors could jam right along with me. I cleaned the house and sang to Jedidiah (the cat for those who don't know) as I danced around in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that I would like to try to start writing a story. Strange I know but its something I have found helps me deal with things. I mean I journal, and these days I journal allot. But I think I'm going to go with a story, see where it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3467184014208189365?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3467184014208189365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3467184014208189365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3467184014208189365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3467184014208189365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-talk-about-tonight.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhsA5exjOCI/AAAAAAAAADc/TsaxvXIbbog/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1686891422902692734</id><published>2007-04-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:03:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bond james bond</title><content type='html'>That's right I spent Easter night with my family having a tasty meal and watching James Bond. Nothing like a action packed movie to bring the family together.&lt;br /&gt;Church was good today, as it is every Sunday, afterwards I headed to the gym and and then came home to spend time with the fam and watch Bond. My brother and I went to get the movie and while we were in Blockbuster we heard a Christmas song and we started talking about how this Christmas I was actually going to get a white Christmas! How dang exciting is that! My brother and I started walking around the store singing Christmas songs and discussing what we would do with our white Christmas. Nerdy, but true and I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;Brief overview of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;This was an intense weekend for some apparent reasons and some not so. I experienced some new things, i.e. the lounge bar where I got to hear the trumpet, watched some serious boxing/kickboxing like stuff with da boys at the Bull Pin, and I met some peeps who are moving to Nashville and might be able to hook me up with a job!&lt;br /&gt;I did allot of thinking, praying, contemplating. I thought about how we can miss someone that we have never actually physically met. How it is similar to how I feel about the lord many times. I often wish I could just knock on a door and the Lord would open it and I could just hug him. What is it about an embrace that makes one feel so connected?&lt;br /&gt;Someone once wrote about the connection of two hearts and how deprivation can lead to an increase in desire. How true this is. How true this is.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all over the place with thoughts, gonna go to sleep now. Would love to hear from you all. Hope your Easter was good. Pray you are finding yourself yearning more and more for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;This week please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as my tummy isn't doing so well and I will also be sending out my resume to some possible jobs in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loveys.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and love&lt;br /&gt;nic&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Unashamed by Starfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1686891422902692734?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1686891422902692734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1686891422902692734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1686891422902692734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1686891422902692734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/bond-james-bond.html' title='bond james bond'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7629820424101906102</id><published>2007-04-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:31:33.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can we just discuss...</title><content type='html'>the difficulties of eating out with my new found limitations....ok so picture this, last night after good Friday service Rene, Meesh, Ryan, Bones, Ross, Suz and I decide to go out to eat for some good chatter and  a little grub for the tummy. So we decide to go to Sammy's Wood fire Pizza. Now I know your saying to yourself, "Nicci you can't eat wheat or gluten so why are you going to a pizza joint?" Well my friends never fear because I knew they had salads and other such lovely items to choose from. Now I thought this would be a good idea since everyone else wanted pizza and they also wanted my company. Ok so there we are sitting, chatting enjoying ourselves. Everyone orders and I decide upon the mahi mahi tacos I cant have fish and corn tortillas so Im set right?!? Well I inform the waiter that I can't have any dairy and that I am allergic to gluten and wheat and to make sure the cook knows this so that he doesn't accidentally give me the wrong things. The waiter agrees says no prob and all seems well. At least until the first round of food....now here comes the dinner and everyone has theirs accept me. Over comes the manager who leans in to tell me the waiter didn't understand what I meant by being allergic to gluten and that the cook had breaded my fish and so I would need to order something different. So I said ok no worries and that I would take the Kobe beef tacos instead. Well a few moments later arrives my new dinner choice. The plate is set in front of me and I look at it and turn to the manager and say, "these are corn tortillas right?" She assures me that they are and walks away. So I start eating my veggies and a moment later the manager returns stating, "I asked the cook and he wasn't sure so I am going to take these back and make sure you have corn tortillas." So a few more minutes go by and she returns yet again with a new plate. Turns out they were flour tortillas, so she apologizes and says dig in. So I go back to the veggies and then turn the taco over and look at it and what should be gushing out, CHEESE! Oh my gosh at this point. I was about to break down and cry. The entire table was almost finished with their meal and I am still waiting to take a bit of my damn taco. So yet again I call the waiter over, inform him that I cannot have cheese ( which i had said but who knows, lost in translation I suppose) and so he writes down all the things I cannot have and continue to insure no issues with my fourth go around and I continue to wait for my meal. Finally it comes, I eat and I am happy. But wait it doesn't stop there. The waiter feels so bad that he wanted to give us a dessert on the house. So he brings over their famous ice cream sundae. WELL freakin awesome you feel so bad that I had my food was messed up four times that you comp a dessert for the entire table that I cannot partake in, because hello I am lactose intolerant I can't have cheese so why in the hell could I have ice cream! UGH...I was over it. I didn't care I was happy everyone else enjoyed the ice cream.  Then the bill came. 12 freakin bucks they charged me for my two tacos. I was so frustrated, so we talked to the waiter who then felt horrible that I couldn't have the ice cream and that I had such a rough night and so he comped the ice cream and my dinner. Man what a night, I hate feeling high maintenance and that couldn't have been a more high maintenance situation. Oh man guys it was something to behold I tell ya. But on the up side I did get to go to this funky little bar with the homeys afterwards and hear the trumpet....I love the trumpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7629820424101906102?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7629820424101906102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7629820424101906102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7629820424101906102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7629820424101906102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-we-just-discuss.html' title='can we just discuss...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-994452215896917454</id><published>2007-04-05T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:50:49.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>observations of the...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't done this in a while so I thought why not go back to how I started this whole thing. So here is my list of observations this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like glasses, I like them allot! I mean allot and I like the possibility of the new ones...go with those. Just in case you wanted my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have listened to the same three songs on repeat for the last two weeks and its getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;3. My brother is one of my favorite people. Having him home this week has been SUPERB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Redecorating your room can take more then 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having a personal trainer is great for the ego.&lt;br /&gt;6. Living next to the beach is one of my favorite things, what am I doing moving to TN?!?&lt;br /&gt;7. Really excited that there is a school in TN that is so appealing to someone I really like, this makes number 6 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;, now that is a great word, really really great!&lt;br /&gt;9. I really like The Office, it is hilarious. Dane Cook is side splitting, man that was a good time!&lt;br /&gt;10. I am selfish and often completely miss the point.&lt;br /&gt;11. 15 year old girls should not be having babies.&lt;br /&gt;12. I LOVE laughing, yes yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;13. Waking up at 445 in the morning to go the gym is a wonderful yet some what crazy way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;14. There is just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt; amount of people leaving in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;15. Adam has to be one of the craziest guys I know and can be the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gtalk&lt;/span&gt; chat man a girl can have at work. Thanks bro (see you made the list now stop crying)&lt;br /&gt;16. Many men don't know what to do with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amigas&lt;/span&gt;, just as it should be! Shock em girls shock em!&lt;br /&gt;17. There is nothing attractive about cat calling!&lt;br /&gt;18. Planning my mothers wedding is proving to be quite the task.&lt;br /&gt;19. Gluten is in way too many things and makes eating out a real pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have vivid dreams, some of them actually happen, and that can scare me and other times I really hope they do happen.&lt;br /&gt;21. Praying over each area of my life these days is the only way I am certain that things are just as they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so there is so much more and I could have gone on for days but I am ending it now and I will be back later.&lt;br /&gt;blessings and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-994452215896917454?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/994452215896917454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=994452215896917454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/994452215896917454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/994452215896917454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/observations-of.html' title='observations of the...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8099893209162453937</id><published>2007-04-04T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:26:31.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhQuiDobxuI/AAAAAAAAADI/uwifCbXi-O0/s1600-h/ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhQuiDobxuI/AAAAAAAAADI/uwifCbXi-O0/s320/ra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049712244814497506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so each day I kind of make myself a list of songs and today these are the ones that grace the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One Day- Trading Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;2. Beautiful Liar- Beyonce and Shakira&lt;br /&gt;3. Little things- Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;4. Trouble- Ray LaMontagne&lt;br /&gt;5. One Word- Elliot Yamin&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, it is love- Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;7. Beautiful Disaster- John Mclaughlin&lt;br /&gt;8. Undiscovered- James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;9. Who knew- Pink&lt;br /&gt;10. Bubbly- Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;11. Seaside- The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;12.Carried to the table- Leeland&lt;br /&gt;13. Unashamed- Starfield&lt;br /&gt;14. For my love- Bethany Dillion&lt;br /&gt;15. Here (in your arms)- Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;16. Breathe in- frou frou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this is my strange arrangement of the day but just know I'm singing along, getting my dance on and thinking good things..won't you share with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8099893209162453937?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8099893209162453937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8099893209162453937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8099893209162453937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8099893209162453937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/playlist-of-day_04.html' title='Playlist of the day'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhQuiDobxuI/AAAAAAAAADI/uwifCbXi-O0/s72-c/ra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8123585083183378654</id><published>2007-04-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:11:04.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed..</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say. Today was intense. I started reading a book, well listening to a book and it was good. It had me in heavy thought and then I headed to Vellum (young adults group) and we talked about the death and resurrection of the Lord. It was a good night in the sense of things being brought to the forefront of my mind and having my focus shifted off myself and back onto the Lord.  It was this good time of prayer and intercession. But I just got to thinking about life and things, and this book its interesting all the ideas it brings up and how applicable it is to time and the things that are going on in life. You know I go through my day all the time forgetting about the intensity and the significance of his actions. I know this sounds horrible, but its true I get so caught up in me and ish that I forget about it. And then of course someone says something to me about the Lord and his ability to meet me where I am and he won't leave me, and though I know this I don't think about it. I don't think wow the power behind his death and resurrection. I just go on in my self involved day and maybe pray to him but i don't know that i always get it. So I was in my book this morning and it was talking again about this relationship between us and the Lord, or us and each other and I was reminded of the ability to love beyond myself. How we are called to extend that love to one another. I think I get so caught up in my fear that I miss that we are all the same in some form or fashion. At times I walk around with this fear that I will give myself to someone and they will withdraw and I will be left feeling sad, violated, silly. And there was this time in my life where I wouldn't open myself up to others because I was sick of the hurt that came with the disappointment. But then one day I took the Lord at his word, that I was/am his beloved and he will not/does not leave me. I was reminded of this today. That putting yourself out there is often the best part, if I am not willing to take that step of faith then I just might miss some of the best things life has to offer. I might just miss out on the one thing that I was created for.&lt;br /&gt;All this to say, some times its scary sometimes I don't know what I am doing, and maybe some times you don't know what you are doing, maybe you don't think you have it in you. But the Lord says that you are his beloved and you have limitless worth. I encourage you to not put up walls and take a step of faith and trust him  cause he is worth trusting.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, thanks for the moments of sharing and I pray those moments continue for a life time. I am praying for you that the Lord would meet you where you are and do what only he can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8123585083183378654?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8123585083183378654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8123585083183378654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed..'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5549094737357549657</id><published>2007-04-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:04:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhJoZo3vraI/AAAAAAAAADA/MZ4PzOkipqY/s1600-h/shag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhJoZo3vraI/AAAAAAAAADA/MZ4PzOkipqY/s320/shag2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049212921912995234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so I watched this movie today, for like the millionth time but not the point. I love it. I love the idea of you and your best girlfriends spending your last summer together, dancing and living by the beach. But you know what else I love about this movie? Well its set back in the 50s and the dancing in the movie isn't all dirty and uncomfortable to look at. It is set in a time when men and women still danced together and it was real dancing (shagging if you will.) There is this one character that I identify with, Pudge, she is the dancer out of the group and I just love her spirit. Anyhow...lets just take a moment of silence in remembrance of partner dancing.......&lt;br /&gt;ok great.&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys, love you guys, more randomness to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5549094737357549657?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5549094737357549657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5549094737357549657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5549094737357549657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5549094737357549657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/shag-movie.html' title='Shag the movie'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RhJoZo3vraI/AAAAAAAAADA/MZ4PzOkipqY/s72-c/shag2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3927374405211789357</id><published>2007-04-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:57:15.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought</title><content type='html'>So today as I sat in way too much traffic I started thinking about how they say that colors can affect ones mood. Then looking at the red lights I started wondering if that is the reason that everyone gets so angry and has such horrible road rage...does the red make us go crazy? I don't know just a random thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3927374405211789357?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3927374405211789357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3927374405211789357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3927374405211789357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3927374405211789357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thought.html' title='random thought'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8437064491115481267</id><published>2007-04-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:32:05.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A page is turned</title><content type='html'>So the artist of the day is Bebo Norman...that's right I was rummaging around in my old Cd's and found this one with some songs I used to jam to...so today I listened to Bebos A Page is Turned over and over on the drive home.  I have also found one of my faves during college by a group by the name of Waterdeep I have to some times seriously wonder how I found these bands.&lt;br /&gt;OK well I just thought I would encourage you to go look at your old stuff and have a good time reminiscing over the "good ol' days."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-8437064491115481267?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8437064491115481267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8437064491115481267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8437064491115481267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8437064491115481267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/04/page-is-turned.html' title='A page is turned'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1760139203205332446</id><published>2007-03-31T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:05:15.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>I thought of you today...&lt;br /&gt;in the song that played, in the show I watched.&lt;br /&gt;the curls on the main character and the mention of your State.&lt;br /&gt;in the way that the melody made me move and the way it hurt inside to look and not see you there.&lt;br /&gt;with the mention of your name in three different encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it would be like if you were here?&lt;br /&gt;Next to me in the car while I sing that song.&lt;br /&gt;across from me at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you are happy, that you are well, that there will be a time when I will no longer have to wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1760139203205332446?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1760139203205332446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1760139203205332446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1760139203205332446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1760139203205332446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-2026862539241874970</id><published>2007-03-30T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:42:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rg2gVo3vrXI/AAAAAAAAACo/2ctuS2XgsAI/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rg2gVo3vrXI/AAAAAAAAACo/2ctuS2XgsAI/s320/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047867050961120626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick note just wanted to let you know that I just watched this cool new program that is on Discovery Channel called Planet Earth. It is on every Sunday night on Discovery obviously. Just thought I'd suggest watching it cause man is this big ball we live on amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-2026862539241874970?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/2026862539241874970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=2026862539241874970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2026862539241874970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/2026862539241874970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/planet-earth.html' title='Planet Earth'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rg2gVo3vrXI/AAAAAAAAACo/2ctuS2XgsAI/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3125019651000534405</id><published>2007-03-30T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:34:59.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>OK let me just say this, those of you who know me know that I have a few pet peeves and honestly really only one or two of them really get under my skin. 1.) smacking, I cannot stand the sound of someone eating and showing their food at the same time. I don't know what it is but since etiquette school in elementary it is the only thing that stuck with me. 2.) And let me tell you this one is very annoying. I cannot stand when a man in his car flips a lady off. Yep I think it is the tackiest most immature and unattractive thing. Yesterday on my way to the gym I was getting ready to turn left when a school bus came out of nowhere so I had to wait which was no big deal. Then as I started to go left around the corner comes this truck, speeding at what had to be at least 55 miles an hour on a 30 mile an hour road and he had to go around me just a bit. Now I understand it was an inconvenience that he had to turn his wheel slightly to the left so he could continue to speed along the curvy road, but was it really necessary for him to then flip me off and swear at me as he passed me? come on. Ugh I was tempted to turn right and follow his stupid butt where ever he was going and asking him if he mama taught him to use that kind of language with a lady or if he was just so miserable he thought taking it out on me would help things out. UGH that just annoyed me. So then today as I'm coming out of jamba juice there is this huge white truck in front of me and in front of him is a taxi. The taxi is trying to turn onto the main road but there was heavy traffic so he was taking his time. Then maybe after waiting for about two minutes the guy in the truck in front of me starts slamming on his horn and reeving his engine and scooting closer to the taxi while yelling at the man all sorts of ish. Gosh he needs to work out the stress. Anyhow that was my day. Now I'm going to tacos with Rene and Tim and I am freakin excited cause I haven't gone to tacos in who knows how long,plus its tacos!&lt;br /&gt;And just as a side note, can we believe that its already the end of March, I mean April is already here, wow! Happy birthday RTN.&lt;br /&gt;Til my next thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3125019651000534405?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3125019651000534405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3125019651000534405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3125019651000534405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3125019651000534405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-6409139160056642084</id><published>2007-03-29T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:27:32.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RgxvKI3vrWI/AAAAAAAAACg/JjwIjdbS48o/s1600-h/P3020081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RgxvKI3vrWI/AAAAAAAAACg/JjwIjdbS48o/s320/P3020081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047531502346153314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets discuss feet shall we?!? Yes we shall. So today, I was at the nail place getting my feet done like me and the moms do every two weeks or so. Now men listen to me, this is important, there is nothing wrong with you takin care of your feet and getting in there and seein one of those ladies and workin on those callouses, and ladies I know you feel me on the pedicure (its amazing am I right or am I right). ok that being said I was sitting next to this old lady today who decides that today was a the day for a good foot scrub. Alright now while I condone this behavior it was an unsightly mess and some what disturbing to have to take a look at her feet. They were gnarled and gross. Ugh! So it got me to thinking about this thing me and my girls often take a look at. Which is, ladies say it with me now, "BEACH FEET." Now if  you are unaware of what this means let me do the honor of filling you in on what me and my bffs often discuss. First can you where flip flops with out scaring off half the beach when walking around? Now I give grace to those who have pale feet do to lack of sun, but if you got those kind of feet where there is all this ashy crap on your heal and broken skin and toenails looking like the went through the first world war, please do me a favor and see a woman about a pedicure, take care of that mess and then we can evaluate the foot situation. If you think you are too cool for school and you aren't going to see the cute little Asian lady at the local nail salon then please don't wear flip flops. Put on some Birkenstocks or tevas and hide that mess. Flip flops should not be a way to expose the outside world to your laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you have an issue with your feet and you can't help it, there is grace for that too. Just give a girl a warning. Ha...jk you know I got love for you. Just a thought as I sat in the nail salon today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-6409139160056642084?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/6409139160056642084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=6409139160056642084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6409139160056642084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/6409139160056642084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/beach-feet.html' title='beach feet'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RgxvKI3vrWI/AAAAAAAAACg/JjwIjdbS48o/s72-c/P3020081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3321154208440561408</id><published>2007-03-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:05:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rgl2VEsUJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/DIM2GrTTT6E/s1600-h/token.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046694961854293026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="217" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rgl2VEsUJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/DIM2GrTTT6E/s320/token.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to·ken    &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Ftoken"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  /ˈtoʊkən/ &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;[toh-kuhn] –noun&lt;br /&gt;1. something serving to represent or indicate some fact, event, feeling, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. a characteristic indication or mark of something; evidence or proof: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. a memento; souvenir; keepsake: The seashell was a token of their trip.&lt;br /&gt;4. something used to indicate authenticity, authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Also called token coin. a stamped piece of metal, issued as a limited medium of exchange, as for bus fares, at a nominal value much greater than its commodity value.&lt;br /&gt;6. anything of only nominal value similarly used, as paper currency.&lt;br /&gt;7. an item, idea, person, etc., representing a group; a part as representing the whole; sample; indication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;isn't it funny how something so seemingly insignificant at the time can later become something that holds such value. I often have these things that will remind me of someone or something, today I just realized how often I overlook those moments. just a thought..anyway have a good day&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/7968627777294204654-3321154208440561408?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3321154208440561408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3321154208440561408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3321154208440561408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3321154208440561408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/tokens.html' title='Tokens'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rgl2VEsUJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/DIM2GrTTT6E/s72-c/token.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1853008340893670049</id><published>2007-03-26T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:04:20.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK my precious people I pray this blog finds you well where ever you are in this beautiful world. I miss many of you as most of you are so far in distance but close in my heart. I have had an interesting few weeks and an even more interesting couple of days. Things have been good but hard these last few weeks. I have met some amazing people who are teaching me what it means to be a well spring of life. The Lord is challenging me to really lay myself before him and trust He has what I cannot see. Relationships are being developed and I am amazed at the Lords timing of it all. I don't have much in me to give, the last few days have been the end of me physically. I haven't slept well if at all and I have longed for things that are not for me right now. But the Lord is faithful. He is working me out, he is pruning, scraping, rubbing off the junk and it hurts but its ok. I was just thinking this Sunday after church about how important it is that we meet one another where we are and how often we have no idea what is going on inside the one who may be smiling in front of us. Amidst my own junk I am thankful that though I have you all praying I have been able to see the need for me to pray for others and not wallow in my own self pity. ...hmm...thoughts, man i wish I could share them all with you.&lt;br /&gt;those of you who aren't here with me, I'd love to hear from you, toss me a note or a smile, or a prayer would do. For those who don't know I am heading to Nashville this summer. I will be traveling a bit this summer starting next month (would you expect any less? come on now) I get to go to a castle right here in beautiful CA next month, going to a wedding in Iowa which should be interesting, and then Nashville in June. Hope that city is ready for me cause I'm coming in like a tornado! Bless you guys, thanks for listening, well reading some of my rambles.&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&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/7968627777294204654-1853008340893670049?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1853008340893670049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1853008340893670049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1853008340893670049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1853008340893670049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-times.html' title='These times...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-9099930891584253069</id><published>2007-03-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:35:29.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiser connections</title><content type='html'>These last few weeks have been some of great growth . I cannot or should say I will not go into the depths of the things that have impacted my life only because I feel some things should be left for privacy and intimate sharing but it did get me to thinking. How with simple crossings we can have an impact. This last Tuesday night we discussed the need of all parts of the body and this got me to thinking about how I have always felt each of us walk with a piece of the lord within us and we share that part of the Lords character when we enter one anothers life. These last few months I have had several of these crossings on a more intense basis then normal. Having new and old friends walk in and out of my life. I have been deeply affected by each of them and continue to stand amazed at how the Lord works his plan. You know some may say that love and affection for another grows with time, and though this can be true, I have encountered a few these last few months that took more of my affection and love then I knew I had to offer. They know who they are and for that I am thankful, now I am ready to continue learning from what you left here in my heart and carry it to another. I look forward to our future encounters and pray for you with sincere affection. I encourage you to remember that you are not alone and that you  have an impact. Share with people, they want to know you, use what the Lord has given you and trust that it will bring joy.&lt;br /&gt;blessings to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-9099930891584253069?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/9099930891584253069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=9099930891584253069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/9099930891584253069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/9099930891584253069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/weiser-connections.html' title='Weiser connections'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-5224117878031757627</id><published>2007-03-14T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:52:28.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 411</title><content type='html'>Been home a week now and here is the deal for all those emailing and wondering. I did not go to the doctor as it cost money I don't have as of yet. But I have done some home testing and the idea of being allergic to gluten is looking like the most possible diagnosis. I'm still feeling sick but am doing much better then I was just a week and a half ago. I have taken my old job back in hopes to get my benefits reinstated and I am working out a lot which we all know I love! I am still working on getting out to Nashville and it looks like mid July early August is the time for that. I am working on going back to school and helping mom plan the wedding! (fyi for those who didn't know my mom is getting married to Paul this summer!) Other then that I am peaceful about being home as the Lord has done some amazing things just in the last week of healing both physically and spiritually. PTL fo sho! Miss my house mates though and miss Emily and her daily chatter and genuine peppiness. Confident that our paths shall cross again I take peace in that the Lord has a plan. Blessings on you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-5224117878031757627?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/5224117878031757627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=5224117878031757627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5224117878031757627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/5224117878031757627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/411.html' title='the 411'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1021901839886394897</id><published>2007-03-05T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:17:54.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Electricity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Re8dwj4sNKI/AAAAAAAAACM/wOrpRIO5Qws/s1600-h/city+of+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Re8dwj4sNKI/AAAAAAAAACM/wOrpRIO5Qws/s320/city+of+lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039279228154819746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last days in Sierra Leone were amazing. I spent the day at the beach with my house mates. We ate lobster and floated in the Atlantic. I got a sun burn and stayed up late chatting with Cecily. I was empowered by the words the Lord spoke over me and to top it off I got to ride in the helicopter! OK guys this was the coolest thing ever as I was in this monstrous piece of machinery and I was in it all alone. That's right I had a private helicopter ride, how sick is that! I loved it, I was a bit scared getting on the dang thing but it was well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;So then on my way home I had some amazing experiences, I met a team of Evangelists on my flight from Sierra Leone to London, I sat next to the pastor and a woman by the name of Octavia, the second woman I have ever known with this name and had to be equally as amazing as the first. I chatted with them the whole way home and was encouraged by their ministry and heart for God. They actually came back to do some ministering and to bury one of their members who had passed away. (house mates do you remember the funeral we hit on the way home from Kenema, this was them!) Later on in Chicago I got to eat a burrito, how amazing was this! O I cannot even begin to tell you. I did however freeze my butt off as I was sitting there in a tank top a little cardigan light pants and flip flops. I seriously went in to shock walking to the airplane doors. But then the most amazing thing was flying into San Diego, the lights so bright and seriously I was overwhelmed. I mean I couldn't believe the lights, this is something I have always taken for granted. It was a trip to not hear a generator outside my window or mosquito's buzzing around my head. To access the Internet with no issues and the best of all....taking a hot shower with water pressure! This was amazing. I stayed in there forever!  I was up til 4 am straightening my room and getting caught up on bills. But then I snuggled into my bed, which I really missed and today I am off to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;As for the doctor stuff...I'm going into tomorrow..keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1021901839886394897?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1021901839886394897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1021901839886394897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1021901839886394897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1021901839886394897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/land-of-electricity.html' title='Land of Electricity'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Re8dwj4sNKI/AAAAAAAAACM/wOrpRIO5Qws/s72-c/city+of+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3770123166595801985</id><published>2007-03-02T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:53:15.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RelENtmemaI/AAAAAAAAACA/51LO7sDWN68/s1600-h/P3020080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RelENtmemaI/AAAAAAAAACA/51LO7sDWN68/s320/P3020080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037632660560583074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was my last day at work here in Sierra Leone, I was really sad to actually leave the place I have been at such a short time. Cess and I decided to stop off and  hang out on the hammocks and have a drink. How freakin cool is that, laying in a hammock on the beach, San Diego needs to learn from these guys. Then this little one came up and I bought some ground nut (peanuts) which I have to say is one of my favorite treats here. Cute huh...look at that smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3770123166595801985?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3770123166595801985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3770123166595801985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3770123166595801985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3770123166595801985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-stop.html' title='A quick stop'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RelENtmemaI/AAAAAAAAACA/51LO7sDWN68/s72-c/P3020080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7041717566038574992</id><published>2007-02-28T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:57:51.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am on this icky medicine...it makes me think of sprite with&lt;br /&gt;a lot of corn syrup in it; no one should have to drink this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Currently four hours in and I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm immune to medicine.&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/7968627777294204654-7041717566038574992?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7041717566038574992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7041717566038574992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7041717566038574992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7041717566038574992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/ummmm.html' title='Ummmm.'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-4166396879471016100</id><published>2007-02-27T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:08:21.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves; when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little; when we arrive safely because we sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess we have lost our thirst for the Waters of Life; having fallen in love with life, we have ceased to dream of eternity; and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of the new heaven to dim. Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly - to venture on wider seas where storms will show your mastery; where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. We ask you push back the horizons of our hopes, and to push us in the future with strength, courage, hope and love." -Sir Francis Drake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-4166396879471016100?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/4166396879471016100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=4166396879471016100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4166396879471016100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/4166396879471016100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/prayer.html' title='A prayer'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7862411280819011712</id><published>2007-02-23T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:08:17.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weiser observations of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/ReFt3ugAYWI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bo1IJ2iUo3w/s1600-h/thinking_man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/ReFt3ugAYWI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bo1IJ2iUo3w/s320/thinking_man2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035426662519431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week I have made many observations the following is a small insight into such things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When small children are at play it is not a good idea to leave the little kitty you just rescued from the streets in a nest where the little refugee kid who is living with you can step on her and crush her to death!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are having difficulty going to the bathroom for several weeks it is not a good idea to eat lots of applesauce and apples in one day, it only brings more pain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Some times people can misinterpret the actions and words of another and that can lead to some serious Real World Sierra Leone drama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Little children of Sierra Leone like to say "White girl White girl" when they see me in the morning. Only later reinforcing the fact that my Spanish blood isn't helping me in the color department at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; When you talk to a friend on skype and they have skype as well you can get a really great conversation going. unless of course your internet cuts out a million times over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hills on mtv is a dumb show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing compares to your moms loving touch when you feel like you have reached the depths of hell. (miss you mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When women here in West Africa are in labor they often sit on the woman and beat her stomach to "help" the baby come out. ( there is something seriously wrong with this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When two people spend a lot of time together and the write a blog entry about a dead cat, more specifically a poem, it is cause for hours of debate at the computer cafe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The idea of giant people who can catch me while I jump off the the ledge into their arms isn't such a bad  thought....(good one Just I like it so much I wish it were true!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Overheard in New York" is a sick website.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stirring the pot is one of my favorite pass times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading in a book with your 7th grader about the handy work of the Lord can cause so many tears its difficult to continue reading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both my house mates are copy "cats" with that photo of pamplemoose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conversations at 11pm are prime for the Lord to show His grace and to show how He divinely brings his children together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choosing to take care of oneself is not a sign of failure but rather the opposite. To walk away from perfectly good experiences and relationships is not the easiest of things to do, but some times the most necessary.  I will not look at  myself as though I am not worthy of the grace that is freely offered and I will not ignore the importance of taking care of the gift I have been given. There is purpose behind the knowledge we are given and the freedom to walk in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7862411280819011712?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7862411280819011712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7862411280819011712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7862411280819011712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7862411280819011712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/weiser-observations-of-week.html' title='Weiser observations of the week'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/ReFt3ugAYWI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bo1IJ2iUo3w/s72-c/thinking_man2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-8368863880053874380</id><published>2007-02-23T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:42:26.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loss of moose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night Pamplemoose passed away.&lt;br /&gt;It was really sad and very hard for most of us at the house.&lt;br /&gt;We buried her little body in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;We even found ourselves missing her little meows last night...&lt;br /&gt;oh so sad.&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/7968627777294204654-8368863880053874380?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/8368863880053874380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=8368863880053874380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8368863880053874380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/8368863880053874380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/loss-of-moose.html' title='the loss of moose'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-712930713573433863</id><published>2007-02-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:18:17.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of being young</title><content type='html'>So in the last week we took in some ex-pat refugees from Guinea because of the war that is currently taking place. They have two little boys one of which is the most talkative and cute little one I have ever met. His name is Elijah and this morning he showed me his map...you see dad and him found a treasure at the beach just yesterday and so they buried it and drew a map in order to be able to return and find it later this week. How cute is that?! Later we enjoyed some chocolate milk. He had it in what he says is "special cup made just for him" this cup is actually an espresso cup but next to his cute little noggin it does look suitable...makes me wanna be six all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-712930713573433863?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/712930713573433863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=712930713573433863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/712930713573433863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/712930713573433863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/joys-of-being-young.html' title='The joys of being young'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-714639648307737035</id><published>2007-02-19T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:53:47.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdoLNXfyVDI/AAAAAAAAABc/I2GO3wK96kU/s1600-h/P2170050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdoLNXfyVDI/AAAAAAAAABc/I2GO3wK96kU/s320/P2170050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033347857813492786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went up country with some house mates to Kenema. Cecily's friend Kurt is a marine and has an amazing home there which he shares with 9 other military men from all over the country. This place was amazing and really allowed us to feel as though we were on a real vacation. Each night we slept outside in their sedona room. It was encased with mosquito netting so it was just like camping without the worry of those little annoying bugs buzzing around our heads. They had a pool so that was amazing and we also bar-b-qued that night so we had ourselves some real hot dogs and hamburgers! (Which is a real treat here in West Africa) Saturday morning we went to the diamond mines and this was a site. We pulled up to this house and walked into what looked like their back yard but was actually piles upon piles of sand. We walked a ways back and came to where the men were sifting through the water and sand to look for small diamonds. I got in there first chance I could and after about ten minutes I was spent. I couldn't believe the strength it took to do this let alone the hot hot sun that beat down on you while you search for these tiny diamonds. Kurt told us they do not get paid for doing this work in the traditional sense of the word. For 8 or more hours of work a day they receive a days worth of food and that is it. Its amazing they just push through with out complaint and yet I can think of all the times I would complain about the stress of my air conditioned job office job that pays me four times what these men will see in a year. They are just happy to eat. It really puts things in perspective. On top of that it was surreal to see a place that looked so similar to the scenes in Blood Diamond. Kurt reminded us that the men who were forced to do this during the war were held at gun point and if they stopped at any point during the day without permission they were beaten and shot on the spot. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;After this we went to the village where the little ones greeted us with smiles. We headed back towards the compound and enjoyed the rest of our stay there in Kenema. This was a six hour trek on a mostly unpaved road so I got a bit sick on the way home , but man was it worth it. I saw some truly beautiful country side and met some really genuine people. One thought that ran through my mind Saturday morning was, "it really is amazing how we can come from all over the world and end up in the same place." The people I met were really amazing and to hear how the Lord works in the lives of those not only here but in Ireland and the UK and West Africa is a good reminder of how AMAZING our God is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-714639648307737035?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/714639648307737035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=714639648307737035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/714639648307737035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/714639648307737035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-country.html' title='Up Country'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdoLNXfyVDI/AAAAAAAAABc/I2GO3wK96kU/s72-c/P2170050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-7046675109787734753</id><published>2007-02-16T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:44:33.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Remember the time when i thought of letting go&lt;br /&gt;and taking back my hand&lt;br /&gt;when all i could think was how long can i follow you&lt;br /&gt;and where do i stand in this world&lt;br /&gt;i lost my faith, my reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;when i refused to see&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, you carried me&lt;br /&gt;and just like a soldier&lt;br /&gt;you battle for my soul&lt;br /&gt;but more like a father&lt;br /&gt;you come and take me home&lt;br /&gt;what is the worth of a man living for himself&lt;br /&gt;with a heart of his own&lt;br /&gt;and every day goes in and out, still without a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;but father wont you please give me more&lt;br /&gt;when everything is closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;i know you set me free the day you died for me&lt;br /&gt;and how is this man who calls me by name&lt;br /&gt;and covers himself with all of my shame&lt;br /&gt;but not even death could make you surrender&lt;br /&gt;i remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-7046675109787734753?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/7046675109787734753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=7046675109787734753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7046675109787734753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/7046675109787734753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/soldier.html' title='Soldier'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-282700288704508624</id><published>2007-02-15T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:24:01.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for Leone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdSvU3fyVCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/djy4hbLhkWM/s1600-h/P2140016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdSvU3fyVCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/djy4hbLhkWM/s320/P2140016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031839456709202978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people of Sierra Leone are taking my heart with them. Last night I sat in a stadium full of people cheering while I watched the most amazing men take on my favorite sport. Thats right last night I watched the national amputee soccer game here in Sierra Leone and it was Uh-Mazing! I had the privilege of sitting on the field and speaking with some of the refs as well as the players.Talk about challenging such speed and passion these men had. They for sure could do more with one leg or one arm then I could do with all my limbs in tact. It challenged me to really appreciate what I am blessed to have and a reminder that you just never know. Afterward these boys came up chasing us down to take their photo. They had so much energy and it shocks me over and over the power of a smile. So I stood there snapping away and feeling overwhelmed all at once. I am really starting to fall for the people of Leone. I spoke with a friend not to long ago about the power of a hug and how it can change your perspective. The recognition that comes from that human contact can give someone the energy they need to go on.  Here in Leone I am seeing how a simple wave can move them to what seems like this same response. So powerful. The African people took my heart a few years ago and again are chasing after what is left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-282700288704508624?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/282700288704508624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=282700288704508624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/282700288704508624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/282700288704508624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/falling-for-leone.html' title='Falling for Leone'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdSvU3fyVCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/djy4hbLhkWM/s72-c/P2140016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-1910977963413083851</id><published>2007-02-14T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:29:17.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treats from home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdMN-HfyVAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9O3jM8dSBA8/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdMN-HfyVAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9O3jM8dSBA8/s320/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031380569518396418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I got a package of treats from home...amazing how such things can bring you the kind of peace and contentment that you cannot find anywhere else. Much love to my mom for the love all the way from the States!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-1910977963413083851?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/1910977963413083851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=1910977963413083851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1910977963413083851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/1910977963413083851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/treats-from-home.html' title='Treats from home...'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdMN-HfyVAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9O3jM8dSBA8/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-3304484693612568348</id><published>2007-02-12T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:49:00.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamplemoose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdDYLHfyU_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3n4iu6AxDzQ/s1600-h/P2120005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdDYLHfyU_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3n4iu6AxDzQ/s320/P2120005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030758469275374578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is our new addition to the family. Pamplemoose which is French for grapefruit, was found just this past sunday on a side street in the middle of town. She was all alone and very skinny so we brought her back for some love. Moose my loving nickname is waving hello....even if you dont like cats you gotta love her for sayin whats up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-3304484693612568348?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/3304484693612568348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=3304484693612568348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3304484693612568348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/3304484693612568348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/pamplemoose.html' title='Pamplemoose'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/RdDYLHfyU_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3n4iu6AxDzQ/s72-c/P2120005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968627777294204654.post-9014100917631039364</id><published>2007-02-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T09:53:14.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rc8_BnfyU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGpml7H4viE/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rc8_BnfyU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGpml7H4viE/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030308605810856898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well I have started a blog of my time here in Leone figuring that it would be easier to write random thoughts of the day then to try and write a newsletter in which I compile all my experiences into one short email that will not annoy or bore those reading it. So here we are a new page that will contain my random spillings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have decided to start this page with Sundays thoughts, or reflections back on the last two weeks experiences. Inspired by my dear friend Justin Hane I will give it to you in a list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. when unplugging anything from a light socket here in  be prepared to receive the shock of a life time as well as being in some what of a daze for the next three to four hours. (side note if you think that a surge protector should protect you, think again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. men and boys alike enjoy stopping in the middle of town to relieve themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. as a international woman in Freetown freedom is a relative term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. a State side accent isn't nearly as cool as the Brits and Aussies I have run into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;5. Adam and I have way too much free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;6. The Lord often creates a need so He can fill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;7. The Office has to be one of the best programs on television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;8. John Krasinski is my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;9. Some Sierra Leonens often don't name their babies straight away in case they die soon after birth. This breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;10. It is believed here in Sierra Leone that children born who do not appear "normal" (i.e clef palate or cerebral palsy) are cursed or demon possessed. They then are taken to the woods and  left to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;11. Dried prunes can grow mold that becomes liquefied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;12. IBS is not a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;13. running over a dog here is no different then running over a frog in the US. I cried my eyes out when we ran one over the other day on the way to work. (Not on purpose but equally as sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;14. I miss my bff and I don't care how gay that sounds to you Adam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;15. Teaching is a lot harder then it  looks, I give props to those who do this full time.  I truly wish I payed more attention in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lactulose is not my friend at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm finding I can laugh at myself a lot.  And exactly how funny gtalk can truly be when your friend sends endless jokes and your response is delayed by five to ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Gifts from the Lord can come in small, very small packages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I give Glory to the Lord for his healing of those who we have so earnestly prayed for and brings such joy to my heart to hear those stories from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7968627777294204654-9014100917631039364?l=frecklesintheson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/feeds/9014100917631039364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7968627777294204654&amp;postID=9014100917631039364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/9014100917631039364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7968627777294204654/posts/default/9014100917631039364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frecklesintheson.blogspot.com/2007/02/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>Freckles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777007418698634565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/SLxVvawdJHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NiqSMKkjUCA/S220/RN-D-143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGOLkeeH8LQ/Rc8_BnfyU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGpml7H4viE/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
