<?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-7552829</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:06:31.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond This</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>412</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116665902660217563</id><published>2006-12-20T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:57:30.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute not to share! And than  a post from me..</title><content type='html'>HAD TO FORWARD; THINGS TO THINK ABOUT IS REALLY FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To those of us who have children in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;     whether they are our own,&lt;br /&gt;     grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;     nieces,&lt;br /&gt;     nephews,&lt;br /&gt;     or students...&lt;br /&gt;     here is something to make you chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Whenever your children are out of control,&lt;br /&gt;     you can take comfort from the thought that&lt;br /&gt;     even God had trouble with His children. (and we are still not listening to Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After creating heaven and earth,&lt;br /&gt;     God created Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And the first thing he said was&lt;br /&gt;     "DON'T! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Don't what? "&lt;br /&gt;     Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;     "Don't eat the forbidden fruit."&lt;br /&gt;     God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Forbidden fruit?&lt;br /&gt;     We have forbidden fruit?&lt;br /&gt;     Hey Eve..we have forbidden fruit! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "No Way! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Yes way! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Do NOT eat the fruit! ! "&lt;br /&gt;     said God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Why ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Because I am your Father and I said so! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     God replied,&lt;br /&gt;     wondering why He hadn't stopped&lt;br /&gt;     creation after making the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;     A few minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;     God saw His children having an apple break&lt;br /&gt;     and He was ticked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit? "&lt;br /&gt;     God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Uh huh,"&lt;br /&gt;     Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Then why did you? "&lt;br /&gt;     said the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I don't know,"&lt;br /&gt;     said Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "She started it! "&lt;br /&gt;     Adam said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Did not! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Did too! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "DID NOT! "&lt;br /&gt;     Having had it with the two of them,&lt;br /&gt;     God's punishment was that Adam and Eve&lt;br /&gt;     should have children of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     BUT THERE IS REASSURANCE IN THE STORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give&lt;br /&gt;       children wisdom and they haven't taken it,&lt;br /&gt;     don't be hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If God had trouble raising children,&lt;br /&gt;     what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for&lt;br /&gt;       you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     THINGS TO THINK ABOUT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1. You spend the first two years of their life&lt;br /&gt;     teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend&lt;br /&gt;     the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     2. Grandchildren are God's reward&lt;br /&gt;     for not killing your own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     3. Mothers of teens now know why&lt;br /&gt;     some animals eat their young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     4. Children seldom misquote you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In fact,&lt;br /&gt;     they usually repeat word for word&lt;br /&gt;     what you shouldn't have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     5. The main purpose of holding children's parties&lt;br /&gt;     is to remind yourself that there are children&lt;br /&gt;     more awful than your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     6. We childproofed our homes,&lt;br /&gt;     but they are still getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ADVICE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Be nice to your kids.&lt;br /&gt;     They will choose your&lt;br /&gt;     nursing home one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     AND FIN ALLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     IF YOU ! HAVE A LOT OF TENSION&lt;br /&gt;     AND YOU GET A HEADACHE,&lt;br /&gt;     DO WHAT IT SAY! S&lt;br /&gt;     ON THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "TAKE TWO ASPIRIN"&lt;br /&gt;     AND "KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Quick,&lt;br /&gt;     send this on to ten people&lt;br /&gt;     within the next five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nothing will happen if you don't,&lt;br /&gt;     but if you do,&lt;br /&gt;     ten people will be laughing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been hoping to be able to go to Calgary for the holidays, but, well I'm sick again. My lovely wound reopened this last Saturday, after 3 weeks of being closed! Plus adding to the, I went to see this (pray so!) 'crazy' doctor on Monday, who said he thought i should quickly go back to the hospital, and have a 6 inch diameter cut out of my ass!!! Needless to say, to those who know me to be very passionate, or perhaps crazy, about everything, I was hysterical! Not at all cool, or even slightly ok news!!! Not funny at all. Please pray, please just bag God with all your hear for me, that i will not have to return to surgery! That hope, above hope, that this is only a slight set back, and i will yet again, heal. Please pray for me. I'm missing all my friends plenty right now! ;) Know y'are loved! Yes I know...how can i be saying "yare" now?? Shame, shame! Don't know where or how i picked that one up...&lt;br /&gt;Well I love you all..trying not to be scared here..&lt;br /&gt;love Sophia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than from Jesse:&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the C? (Good exercise for the eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found the C..........Find the 6&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999699999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once you've found the 6...Find the N! (it's hard!!)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMNMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM   &lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116665902660217563?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116665902660217563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116665902660217563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116665902660217563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116665902660217563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-cute-not-to-share-and-than-post.html' title='Too cute not to share! And than  a post from me..'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116595706686120743</id><published>2006-12-12T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:57:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe diem, Jacinda !!</title><content type='html'>You are a beautiful writer, and I believe you have a wise heart from God, I thankful to have you as my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Yet again..I'm gonna paste this my way, I hope it encourages some great thought...&lt;br /&gt;love Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seize the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently babysitting three adorable neighbor kids and had an interesting little chat with their mom about how busy our lives are, especially in this Christmas season. She told me that life is like the end of a toilet paper roll-the closer you get to the end, the faster it goes. She told me that the older you get the busier you are and the faster time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just getting used to writing ‘2006’ on my assignments! It’s hard to believe another year is almost over. My big surprise birthday party seems like a week ago (all you girls will be justly rewarded, btw :), Tamarack like days ago, the beginning of school like yesterday, Philadelphia like last night’s dream. But the fact is, it’s December 12. Half a month until 2007. One more semester of high-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve recently flipped through my daily planner scribbled over in red, blue, and black ink. Occasional yellow highlights, happy faces, or stickers mark memorable occasions. I have my days scheduled out from 6:30 am-10pm. But among all the comings and goings, how much of it really mattered? In my hectic schedule, do I do what God wants me to do? Or do I make my plans and then see if He fits in somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 90:12 says “So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” This year is almost over. Have I numbered my days well? Whether or not I did, I can’t go back. I can’t undo anything. But I can see in twelve pages how I’ve spent my time. And I can learn from what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright, new, fresh, clean calendars are beginning to make their way into our home. The little square boxes are empty. No scribbles. No arrows. No smiley faces. No trials have marred them. No joys have graced them. No funerals. No birthday parties. No mistakes. No successes. Before us is the year 2007. We have 365 days to squander or to live wisely. The choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one ‘number [their] days’ wisely? I believe it first begins by letting God write His plans on our hearts. By handing over our agenda. By earnestly seeking His will for our lives and trusting Him for the details. By opening His Word and listening to Him speak through the pages. By pouring out our hearts in prayer. By lifting up our hearts in worship and gratitude. By reviewing 2006 prayerfully and honestly. By encountering God before encountering the day. By scheduling time to spend in Bible study and prayer. By asking God to help us see His opportunities every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those now empty little square boxes will soon be filled with daily tasks of seeming insignificance. A year from now they’ll be forgotten. But when we hand our day over to God and allow Him to work in us however He chooses, even the mundane can become divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the check-out line can be an opportunity to share the Gospel. Turning out the lights at night and reflecting on my day gives me several minutes to share the goodness of God with my sister. The drive to the soccer field gives our whole family twenty minutes to break out in song (try this! It’s something my family does often on road trips….very enjoyable and looked forward too-especially when we’re joined by my brother’s rumbling bass and Dad’s sweetly melodic tenor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are trips to the doctor, dentist, or music teacher for me? Moments of anxiety or peace? How about meal preparation? Is that a time of frenzy where everyone knows to stay out of the kitchen? Or am I excited about being able to serve my family? The amount of time I spend online-am I sending messages that stimulate my contacts to reflect on our awesome God? Or am I taking away the time they could be spending with God and making them use it foolishly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbering our days isn’t accidental. It begins with a choice. Make it the first thing you write on your calendar: seek God first, ‘that we may gain a heart of wisdom.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116595706686120743?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116595706686120743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116595706686120743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116595706686120743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116595706686120743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/carpe-diem-jacinda.html' title='Carpe diem, Jacinda !!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116573866865704902</id><published>2006-12-10T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:17:48.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we all have heard, personally, being 4 agin would be  a treat as of now.</title><content type='html'>1.  How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The correct answer is:  Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe, and&lt;br /&gt;         close the door.  This question tests whether you tend to do simple&lt;br /&gt;         things in an overly complicated way.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         2.  How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Did you say, Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant, and close the refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;          Wrong Answer.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Correct Answer:  Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in&lt;br /&gt;         the elephant and close the door.  This tests your ability to think&lt;br /&gt;         through the repercussions of your previous actions.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          3.  The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All the animals&lt;br /&gt;         attend.... except one.  Which animal does not attend?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Corr ect Answer:  The Elephant.  The elephant is in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;         You just put him in there.  This tests your memory.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Okay, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly,&lt;br /&gt;         you still have one more chance to show your true abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          4.  There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles, and&lt;br /&gt;         you do not have a boat.  How do you manage it?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Correct Answer:  You jump into the river and swim across. Have you not&lt;br /&gt;         been listening?  All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;         This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          According to Anderson Consulting Worldwide, around 90% of the&lt;br /&gt;         professionals they tested got all questions wrong, but many&lt;br /&gt;         preschoolers got several correct answers. Anderson Consulting says&lt;br /&gt;         this conclusively disproves the theory that most professionals have&lt;br /&gt;         the brains of a four-year-old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116573866865704902?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116573866865704902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116573866865704902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116573866865704902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116573866865704902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-we-all-have-heard-personally.html' title='what we all have heard, personally, being 4 agin would be  a treat as of now.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116543641101036296</id><published>2006-12-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:20:11.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only I would see a rembrace of promice in my shampoo!</title><content type='html'>Even my shampoo reminds me of His promises, now, as crazy as that sounds, let me tell you why. The shampoo is in  a dark bottle, n the conditioner in  alight bottle, so to remember which one i am to use 1st, I remember, night and than day, joy comes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116543641101036296?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116543641101036296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116543641101036296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116543641101036296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116543641101036296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-i-would-see-rembrace-of-promice.html' title='Only I would see a rembrace of promice in my shampoo!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116533950119997056</id><published>2006-12-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:25:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who could say it as, 'Thea?</title><content type='html'>Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is wisdom the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are older does not make you wiser, you may have more of life's experiences under you widening belt, but you may possess no wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man may go through life and learn many things and meet many people he may suffer many hardships , but whether or not he learns wisdom from them is my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child in his trust in Christ holds more wisdom than the oldest man with the world of knowledge (once again) under his belt, but with no faith in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through Christ we ( young and old) gain wisdom, i will say no names but i know elder people who made choice which caused pain to more people than was necessary, the reason for their choice was so petty even a child ( at five years old!) realized how foolish it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little memo thingy may hold no wisdom of its own, and i apologize for what i say and i know i sound all the more prideful and foolish in saying it, But some times ( even though i know i am not a SMART as them) I feel i have more wisdom that those people who live their lives around me and govern mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is my beacon, not the men of this world&lt;br /&gt;Christ is my wisdom, the world my foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Christ is my ruler, but i must for a time fallow the petty rules of this world and its leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strangly_normal.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Thea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116533950119997056?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116533950119997056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116533950119997056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116533950119997056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116533950119997056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-could-say-it-as-thea.html' title='Who could say it as, &apos;Thea?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116433497831371514</id><published>2006-11-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:22:58.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Thanksgiving, my 2nd chance for thankfulness.</title><content type='html'>Having spent my Canadian Thanksgiving in a hospital bed, I’m only too thankful that the American’s have theirs today, knowing that people I love are celebrating on this day, just as I am rejoicing in God, in my newly discovered health. A step closer to feeling healthy everyday now, everyday makes me more aware of how undoubtedly God is caring for me, how steadily His hand holds me. Molds me, shapes in me in hardship, and nevertheless, I am always held by Him. Even though God has chosen to bless me now, with a earthly father symbol, I have the greatest fatherly protection felt by God. With no disrespect to my step-dad intended at all! All I mean to express is; though the passages God has allowed life to take me, have made me know Him so amazingly as my Father. Everyday He is the one who comes to make me whole. I could never exist without Him, I am His. As a young child, I wondered to myself, if for some reason Canada would become as the world in the time of Jesus (Yeah…imagine that, ‘ey?) would I follow Him if it cost me my life? Now I truly know what God meant in telling us “He who seeks to save his life, shall lose it” Luke 9:24. How would I have any idea of who I am, without Him? Talk about a never ending search! I am who I am, because He tells me who I am in Him. Created by God, (Gen’ 1) loved by God, (John 3:16) knowing there is a time for all things, (Ecc’ 3) created with  a purpose, (Matt’ 28:18-20). Without Him, I know I would seek out, and try anything, in a hope for meaning. Only He, and the constant reminder of who I am, who I was created to be, through all His wonderful scriptures, words inspired of God, allow me to exists, knowing I am meant to. I am not worthless, I am not without purpose, my body is not a accidental combination of molecules. I am created, intended, purposefully, and thoughtfully created. Before the creation of the world, my name was written by God, in the book of life. All I have done, all I will do, is there in His book, wow, guess what? We are not a accident. He meant to create us. He made us, our life has  a point, what is life all about? To “glorify God, and enjoy Him forever”, the simplistic bliss of absolutes. I’m clinging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you take this day to truly be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;, really thankful, &lt;br /&gt;whatever country you may be blessed to enjoy it in.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116433497831371514?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116433497831371514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116433497831371514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116433497831371514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116433497831371514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/merry-thanksgiving-my-2nd-chance-for.html' title='Merry Thanksgiving, my 2nd chance for thankfulness.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116378901977546643</id><published>2006-11-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:43:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On 2nd thought, I'de rather qoute Alexine V.!</title><content type='html'>All about Islam&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   History and Today&lt;br /&gt;Islam was establishing in the 7th century by a man in his forties named Muhammad.  He claimed that God was giving him messages. Later on he wrote these massages from “God” in an Islam book- the Koran. God was replaced with a chief god named Allah. The Muhammad started preaching against greed, economic depression and idolatry. He wanted every special interest group to come together and worship Allah. His religion was rejected until the year 630 when he gained control of a religious center- Mecca. After dying 2 years later his religion was spread through Arab and much further. Islam moved to Spain and west of India by 750 AD. It spread even further to Africa, Asia and The Philippians in later centuries. Today it is one of the largest religions in the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Islam beliefs &lt;br /&gt;Muslims read their book called the Koran. It is messages that Muhammad claimed to receive form god. They believe that the only way to reach the perfect place is to do good deeds.  There are 6 articles of faith that Muslims believe.&lt;br /&gt; The first one is that there is NO god other than Allah. Allah is the only god. They are not allowed to worship any other form of idol. &lt;br /&gt; Another one is they believe in angles and Jinn. Jinn are spirits. These spirits are capable of good and bad actions. They also possess humans. Jinn are next to god and angels are after jinn. Muslims believe that there are two angels with them anywhere. &lt;br /&gt; There are 104 holy books referred in the Koran.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, Muslims believe In God’s prophets. they believe there were several thousand. Some named are, Adam, Noah, Abraham, Moses, and Jesus. All Muslims agree that Muhammad was God’s final prophet. That he was the “seal” prophet, and that some Muslims came close to worshiping, even though Muhammad said he was sinner. &lt;br /&gt;The fifth is Muslims believe that everything that happens is gods will. Some Muslims altered this belief somewhat but it comes down to them believing to His will is anything that happens.&lt;br /&gt;The sixth and last is that Muslims believe in the end God will come and judge. He will judge them by their works. If their good deeds are more then the bad deeds they will go to a better perfect place. If their good deeds are fewer then their bad deeds they will go to eternal damnation.&lt;br /&gt; There are also five pillars of Islam. These are the deed they must do in order to reach heaven. They believe and speak the creed “ there is not god but Allah and Muhammad is his prophet.” This is said quite a lot among the Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;  Muhammad was strongly concerned for the needy people (he was an orphan) so he established the pillar of giving 2.5% to the less fortunate or to spread the Muslims faith.&lt;br /&gt;  Prayers are practice quite frequently. Different divisions have different “requirements’. Some say specific prayers five times a day. Others only pray three times a day.  Men who follow the Islam faith have special meetings on Friday’s, at noon, for prayer and a sermon.&lt;br /&gt; Fasting is another Pillar Muslims do. They fast in the month of Ramadan, which is the ninth month on the Muslim calendar. Daylight hour Muslims will not eat so that they will learn self–discipline, to learn to lean on Allah, and know how the homeless, who cannot always eat, feel.&lt;br /&gt; AT least once in their life, a Muslim should take a journey to Mecca.&lt;br /&gt; One pillar is often added. This pillar is that if a Muslim dies fighting a war, they will automatically go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   My Christian view &lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t add everything I wanted to in this essay. Islam to me is a twisted faith copied by Christianity. They believe there is no savior. If there is no savior then what is our point here on earth? We are just people wandering aimlessly around this earth with no help? Muslims believe that they don’t really need help. They would have to if they don’t believe in Jesus Christ as their savior. They believe that he was JUST a prophet. If only they knew or believed just what Christ did for them and us! How could you think Jesus was a prophet when he died for us? I don’t believe that a prophet would die to clean our slate.&lt;br /&gt; Another issue I have with Islam is that they believe they will go to heaven if their good deeds are greater then their bad ones. We are saved because of the saving grace! NOT because we are “good” people. We are all sinners and the only way we can get to heaven is to believe that God sent his son to die so we could live life guilt free. Christ is our savior and with out him we couldn’t go to heaven, no matter how many Good deeds we do!&lt;br /&gt; Women are not taken seriously when it comes to Islam. This quote from the Koran is seriously twisted!&lt;br /&gt;“ Men have authority over women because God has made the one superior to the other, and because they spread their wealth to maintain them. Good Women are obedient. Q 4:34&lt;br /&gt;Good women are obedient? I believe Men were made with a stronger build to do things women can’t. They have their strength, but so do women. Women have a strength men don’t have. Men are not superior to us! We are equal!&lt;br /&gt; Over all I don’t believe any Islam beliefs and I think Islam is wrong. They don’t believe in Christ and do not read God’s word. If God wanted Bibles for every religion, he would have made it that. We do not have rights to write a new “bible” of messages from God. God sent his messages already and he didn’t have to do it again. Their beliefs a twisted and women pay the price. I don’t believe God is pleased with it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116378901977546643?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116378901977546643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116378901977546643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116378901977546643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116378901977546643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-2nd-thought-ide-rather-qoute.html' title='On 2nd thought, I&apos;de rather qoute Alexine V.!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116378864345644995</id><published>2006-11-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:37:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me  a story</title><content type='html'>Interesting how that can mean different things in the world of lingo.&lt;br /&gt;To one it's secret for a sweet story, to Jessica, she actually told me a story "once upon a time..." I generally mean, tell me of your day. When I said to friends: "sing me song of sinuses" I didn't actually want a melody, just help me whine. I was tired of reading my last post, so I mumbled some, can't expect too much more of me, the fragility of the womans being, pilonidal abscess, and a sinus cold. Weird aren't I? I tell myself that this is not complaining, I like talking about it though, so I gather that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Mint tea is a wonderful remedy for a sore mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116378864345644995?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116378864345644995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116378864345644995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116378864345644995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116378864345644995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/tell-me-story.html' title='Tell me  a story'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116266501179471653</id><published>2006-11-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:30:11.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful woods, go Jacinda! Y'all check out these fabulous post by: my dear Jacinda!</title><content type='html'>This is very well written, &lt;a href="http://joyful-woods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jacinda&lt;/a&gt;, I am very impressed. You my dear, indeed are worthy of a blog. Way back in my forward opinions, and adoration of discussion, used to be as bold, and always bare my sole, unfortunately, I allowed poor opinion to silence me, don't be silenced. It is twice the battle though, when for those who don't agree, catch us without perfect representation of our proclaimed opinions, harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Wow..&lt;br /&gt;”I’m just offering my opinion…you can take it or leave it. But when I start quoting Scripture….PAY ATTENTION! Not to the way I interpret it but to the very words of God Himself. You actually might be wise to disagree with me :) but let me gently remind you that God is offended when we try to twist what He says to fit our sinful agenda.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyful-woods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jacinda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116266501179471653?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116266501179471653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116266501179471653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116266501179471653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116266501179471653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/joyful-woods-go-jacinda-yall-check-out.html' title='Joyful woods, go Jacinda! Y&apos;all check out these fabulous post by: my dear Jacinda!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116266404179777315</id><published>2006-11-04T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:14:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop living for yesterday, gotta face it</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how catch ourselves faster, in our behavior to our friends? We often wouldn't snap like that at  a friend, because we're not sure if they will love us in them morning. That’s how I figure, we really know how lasting the love of a family is.&lt;br /&gt;The words of the sick, and knowingly grouchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116266404179777315?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116266404179777315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116266404179777315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116266404179777315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116266404179777315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/stop-living-for-yesterday-gotta-face.html' title='Stop living for yesterday, gotta face it'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116254144164908245</id><published>2006-11-03T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:10:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?</title><content type='html'>1. FIRST NAME? Sophia&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Wisdom&lt;br /&gt; 3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Tuesday evening, HARD.&lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes, but I wan to improve it.&lt;br /&gt;5.  WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? That’ so difficult to discern..garlic roast turkey, shaved.&lt;br /&gt;6 FAVORITE ANIMAL? Anoles&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes. I’m sure I’d scratch out my eyes a couple times, but that’ sok, must be why I have two.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yes, and a love journal too ;) So I can remind myself of the good things, amidst the sometimes trying reality.&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Undoubtedly never…&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Ick yes!&lt;br /&gt;11.  WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?I know who I’d like to do it with, so I’ll be boring and simply say: yes.&lt;br /&gt;12.  WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? That yummy one with craisin, form Costco? &lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Yep, well, ½ the time?&lt;br /&gt;14 HAMBURGERS OR HOT DOGS? Hmm, plastic wrapped buts, boobs, lips…Just don’t tell me what’s in it, cover it with chili, and I’ll take  a hot dog, but without chili, HAMBURGER.&lt;br /&gt;15.  FAVORITE ICECREAM FLAVOR?  Tiger&lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE?  8, 8-1/2&lt;br /&gt;17 PINK OR RED? pink &lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR SELF? Brokenness, temper , pride..FLESH&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? They can comment on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Pink skirt, that shade like Coral, I’ve got th wecrocs, the nail polish, 2 skirts, one I lfted from ‘thea..&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?  “Bullet” Mat Kearney!!&lt;br /&gt;24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Coral11&lt;br /&gt;25. FAVORITE SMELL? Sighs..not telling ;) Well ok, I’ll change it, baby, sweet baby scent&lt;br /&gt;26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?Tynnea, than mommy &lt;br /&gt;27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? How much he annoyed me! &lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yup ;)&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE DRINK? Iwas just think about this yesterday, all time fav’ milk, white mil I dissided, but than water, or milkshakes, who can put a order to it, u wouldn’t want to have to live without water, but I’d long for the other two, if I ha dto choose one, water.&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE SPORT? Vollyball&lt;br /&gt;31. EYE COLOR? Brown (occording to Eric, Calvin, etc they turn red ;))&lt;br /&gt;32. HAT SIZE? 6&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? noppers&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE FOOD? lasanga&lt;br /&gt;35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Happy ending&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE? 16 blocks??&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Blue Colorado hoodie&lt;br /&gt;38. SUMMER OR WINTER? Give me extreams!&lt;br /&gt;39. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs, cuz I may have as many as I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116254144164908245?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116254144164908245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116254144164908245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116254144164908245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116254144164908245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-were-another-person-would-you.html' title='IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116244907543979000</id><published>2006-11-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:31:15.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Sophia, visiting the Sikkema family in St.George Ontario, July 25-Aug3, '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-f9.slide.com&amp;channel=288230376151958521&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="475" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:475px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=288230376151958521&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/h2/288230376151958521/bl_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=288230376151957883&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=15&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=288230376151957883&amp;cy=ms&amp;tt=15&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116244680274807630?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116244680274807630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116244680274807630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116244680274807630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116244680274807630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/slide-show.html' title='slide show'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116244526769782609</id><published>2006-11-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:27:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, it's been a hard day</title><content type='html'>Be very careful which one you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Fwd: Passion for Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the table is a round food tray with five kinds of&lt;br /&gt;Fruits on it.&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Apple&lt;br /&gt;b. Banana&lt;br /&gt;c. Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;d. Peach&lt;br /&gt;e. Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which fruit will you choose? Please think VERY carefully and don't rush&lt;br /&gt;into it. This is great, I was astounded! Your choice reveals a lot about&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test results: Please SCROLL DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Apple: That means you are a person who loves to eat apples&lt;br /&gt;b. Banana: That means you are a person who loves to eat bananas&lt;br /&gt;c. Strawberry: That means you are a person who loves to eat&lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;d. Peach: That means you are a person who loves to eat peaches&lt;br /&gt;e. Orange: That means you are a person who loves to eat oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find fulfillment in this new insight about yourself. May it&lt;br /&gt;bring you peace and understanding, tranquility and all that other&lt;br /&gt;profound stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I bet that right now you would like to find me and kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, You won't find me....because I am still hunting down the person&lt;br /&gt;who sent this to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WROTH smiling over&lt;br /&gt;"Let the world fade away from me, give me a moment just to seek the silence, I just need to be set free"&lt;br /&gt;Small&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Falk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116244526769782609?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116244526769782609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116244526769782609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116244526769782609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116244526769782609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-its-been-hard-day.html' title='well, it&apos;s been a hard day'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116241309167558135</id><published>2006-11-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:31:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Islam VS Christianity</title><content type='html'>Islam from a Christian Perspective.&lt;br /&gt;By Nick Bibile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 911 the religion of Islam has come to the spotlight. Radical Islamism had vowed to destroy America. Now we are at war against the regime of Saddam Hussein. There are many who have sympathy for the Islam terrorists. We as Christians should not be ignorant of Islam and not live in a bubble. We must have knowledge of Islam and defend Christianity at all costs in evangelism. Apostle Paul was engaged with different philosophers and he knew how to defend Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ac 17:18 Then certain philosophers of the Epicureans, and of the Stoics, encountered him. And some said, what will this babbler say? other some, He seemeth to be a setter forth of strange gods: because he preached unto them Jesus, and the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 And they took him, and brought him unto Areopagus, saying, May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 For thou bringest certain strange things to our ears: we would know therefore what these things mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 (For all the Athenians and strangers which were there spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell, or to hear some new thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul even quoted their own scripture, which means Paul studied their philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ac 17:28 For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, for we are also his offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is a religion. It comes from the Arabic word salama means to be devoted to God or submitted to God. Moslem or Muslim is a person who believes in Islam. There is an interesting connection between the Arabs and the Jews. Ishmael was Abrahams oldest son by Hagar the concubine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge 16:1 Now Sarai Abram's wife bare him no children: and she had a handmaid, an Egyptian, whose name was Hagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 And Sarai said unto Abram, Behold now, the LORD hath restrained me from bearing: I pray thee, go in unto my maid; it may be that I may obtain children by her. And Abram hearkened to the voice of Sarai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishmael had twelve sons, who became the founders of so many Arab tribes or colonies, the Ishmaelites, who spread over the wide desert spaces of Northern Arabia from the Red Sea to the Euphrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet Muhammad founded Islam religion. The name Mohammed means "Highly Praised". Founded in the 7th century. When he was 40 years old he was called to preach. Thereafter throughout his life he continued to have revelations, many of which were collected and recorded in the Quran.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Growth of Islam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there are over 1 billion believers of Islam and it is one of the fastest growing religions in the world, it began in the Middle East and has spread towards East Asia, Europe and North America. The largest Moslem population is in Indonesia, Pakistan, Bangladesh, India and Nigeria. There are 14-17 million Moslems live in Europe. Surinam which is in South America is more than 15% Moslems. There are 400,000 Muslims in Canada! Islam, from its inception, is a political as well as a religious movement. Religion is embedded with the culture of Islam and they are inseparable. Islam does not have a religious history apart from its political history. Over 80,000 U.S. foreign exchange students are Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge 16:12 And he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing prophecy as the above scripture signify, that he would be of a quarrelsome temper and warlike disposition, continually engaged in fighting with his neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Sects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some Moslems who are more peaceful and the others more aggressive. 90% of the Moslems are Sunni and 10% are Shiites more militant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Jihad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believe in a holy war against unbelievers. Let the Koran explain it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God has bought from the faithful their selves and their belongings against the gift of paradise; they fight in the way of Allah; they kill and get killed; that is a promise binding on Allah... (Repentance, 9: 110).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are radical Moslems who follow every scripture in Koran and trust in the Koran. Koran promotes fighting for the cause of their evangelism. Here are some scriptures from Koran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Muslim does not go to war, Allah will kill him (Sura 9:39). He is to be told, "the heat of war is fierce, but more fierce is the heat of Hell-fire" (Sura 9:81).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah loves those who "fight for his cause" (Sura 61:3).&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who fights against Allah or renounces Islam in favor of another religion shall be "put to death or crucified or have their hands and feet cut off alternative sides" (Sura 5:34).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koran also instructs not to make friendship with Jews and Christians (Koran 5:51) but to war against them: "When the Sacred Months are over, kill those who ascribe partners to God whosesoever ye find them; seize them, encompass them, and ambush them; then if they repent and observe prayer and pay the alms, let them go their way (Koran 4:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand Jesus never told his followers to kill those who do not repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt 28:18 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, all power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex 20:13 Thou shalt not Murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu 6:27 But I say unto you, which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This scripture is for individuals and not for nations as a whole. God in the Old Testament allowed Israel to destroy wicked nations.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed is the last prophet according to Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 18:18 I will raise them up a Prophet from among their brethren, like unto thee, and will put my words in his mouth; and he shall speak unto them all that I shall command him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever will not hearken unto my words, which he shall speak in my name, I will require it of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 But the prophet, which shall presume to speak a word in my name, which I have not commanded him to speak, or that shall speak in the name of other gods, even that prophet shall die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 18:21 And if thou say in thine heart, How shall we know the word which the LORD hath not spoken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 When a prophet speaketh in the name of the LORD, if the thing follow not, nor come to pass, that is the thing which the LORD hath not spoken, but the prophet hath spoken it presumptuously: thou shalt not be afraid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam denies the crucifixion of Jesus. We need to expose Islam in the light of the Bible, as the Bible is older than the Koran. The new revelations should be tested in the light of the old not vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 22:16 For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here wicked men are compared to dogs. The death penalty in the Old Testament was stoning, but here speaking of the Messiah for the first time we see crucifixion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus after the crucifixion appeared to the disciples and they thought he was a ghost, spirit but he said to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu 24:39 Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the chapter of Isaiah 53 speaks of the crucifixion of our Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Islam like all the other religions salvation is of good works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eph 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam says, the only sure way to make it to heaven is for a Muslim to die in a jihad ("holy war").  This is false according to the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joh 3:15 That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Jo 5:11 And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Jo 5:20 And we know that the Son of God is come, and hath given us an understanding, that we may know him that is true, and we are in him that is true, even in his Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God, and eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koran claims divine authorship and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible of the Moslems is the book of Koran. The Moslems say Mohammed never did any miracles but the greatest miracle is the Koran, the Koran is in the original language. How can an English speaking person know if the Koran is correct, too bad he has to learn Arabic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the Koran but the Bible is the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 119:89 Forever, O LORD, thy word is settled in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 30:8 Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book, that it may be for the time to come for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 40:8 The grass withered, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Islam women who do not obey their husbands should be beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good women are obedient.... As for those from whom you fear disobedience, admonish them and send them to beds apart and beat them. Then if they obey you, take no further action against them." (Koran 4:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eph 5:25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col 3:19 Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sounddoctrine.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116241309167558135?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116241309167558135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116241309167558135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116241309167558135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116241309167558135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/islam-vs-christianity.html' title='Islam VS Christianity'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116234675748733437</id><published>2006-10-31T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:57:48.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind adding MOTHER to that list??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.&lt;br /&gt;A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.&lt;br /&gt;You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mind adding MOTHER to that list??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/body.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means that you're a "touchy-feely" person.&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot of affection in your life. 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world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thea's the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116189309221476245?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116189309221476245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116189309221476245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116189309221476245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116189309221476245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/theas-home-from-scotland.html' title='Thea&apos;s home from Scotland!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116156479168779277</id><published>2006-10-22T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:31:57.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sophia Paarup (16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how good comes from pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty from ashes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't understand it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death is our gain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pain was our all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's perfection in pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achievement in hardship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new life in surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God takes people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we look back one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our pain is healed some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In healing we learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when going on becomes living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of seeing the light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we experience the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain doesn't have to equal despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to hurt to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116156479168779277?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116156479168779277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116156479168779277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116156479168779277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116156479168779277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116156336960621586</id><published>2006-10-22T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:31:45.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARREN BARFIELD "pictures of the past"</title><content type='html'>I think it's time &lt;br /&gt;That I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've kept this inside&lt;br /&gt;Long enough&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;And all the jokes you made&lt;br /&gt;At my expense&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've wanted to trip you in the hall&lt;br /&gt;And watch your books fall ever since&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember your last name&lt;br /&gt;But your first was Steven&lt;br /&gt;If you ever hear this song&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we could call it even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Cause love doesn't keep a record of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;It lets go, it moves on&lt;br /&gt;Oh cause time goes by too fast&lt;br /&gt;To keep painting pictures of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one of those brains&lt;br /&gt;That can't remember where I set my keyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I could recite every hurtful word ever spoken to me&lt;br /&gt;I say I forgive and I try to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's like getting caught in a rainstorm &lt;br /&gt;And tryin' not to get wet&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've weathered my share of wrongs &lt;br /&gt;By God's grace I am slowly dryin' off&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;And I've carefully compiled&lt;br /&gt;A list of names and faces&lt;br /&gt;And I can point out the scars that each one gave me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I've plotted my revence fueled by these mental images&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm thowing all my pictures away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: &lt;br /&gt;Cause love doesn't keep a record of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;It lets go, it moves on&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cause time goes by way too fast &lt;br /&gt;To keep painting pictures of the past&lt;br /&gt;Stop painting pictures of the past&lt;br /&gt;Stop painting pictures&lt;br /&gt;Stop painting pictures... of the past&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now pinch your nose, and say it with me: HEALTH REPORT*&lt;br /&gt;(A stuffy nose seems to add to it..&lt;br /&gt;With all misery aside, I do enjoy the...leisure of illness.&lt;br /&gt;Now the inability, thus the confinement, not as enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116156336960621586?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116156336960621586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116156336960621586' title='1 Comments'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Tweek%20011b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Tweek%20011b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deceased is tweek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor baby Tweek has died, when far more than this, more than we had expected falls on our doorstep, trials for every family member, hopefully ‘Thea can be excluded. I love you Tweek, We love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright note&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's version of "small" by: Amanda Falk&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna be tall,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be tall like a man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Jon'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116140217222493834?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116140217222493834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116140217222493834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116140217222493834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116140217222493834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/tweekiepoo-8-year-old-wonder-anole.html' title='Tweekiepoo, the 8 year old wonder Anole!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116111237983106762</id><published>2006-10-17T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:14:01.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to see Scotand!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://strangly_normal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thea's photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to enjoy &lt;a href="http://hackettfamilyvacation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bob's too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116111237983106762?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116111237983106762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116111237983106762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116111237983106762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116111237983106762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-have-to-see-scotand.html' title='You have to see Scotand!!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116096844366867376</id><published>2006-10-15T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:14:03.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La-la-la-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weirdal.com/"&gt;Weird Al&lt;/a&gt;'s: &lt;a href="http://www.flashcartoons.org/Movies/weirdal.html"&gt;"your pitiful"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could perk anybody up, spoken with emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My life is brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [What, was I too early -&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, sorry, should I -&lt;br /&gt;    Do you want to start over, or -&lt;br /&gt;    Keep going - okay… now, now?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My life is brilliant&lt;br /&gt;    Your life’s a joke&lt;br /&gt;    You’re just pathetic&lt;br /&gt;    You’re always broke&lt;br /&gt;    Your homemade Star Trek uniform&lt;br /&gt;    Really ain’t impressin’ me&lt;br /&gt;    You’re sufferin’ from delusions of adequacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Never had a date&lt;br /&gt;    That you couldn’t inflate&lt;br /&gt;    And you smell repulsive, too&lt;br /&gt;    What a bummer bein’ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well you just can’t dance&lt;br /&gt;    And forget romance&lt;br /&gt;    Everybody you know still calls ya&lt;br /&gt;    Farty pants&lt;br /&gt;    But you’ll always have a job&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I mean…&lt;br /&gt;    As long as you still can work that Slurpie machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re half undressed&lt;br /&gt;    Eating chips off your chest&lt;br /&gt;    While you’re playin’ Halo 2&lt;br /&gt;    No one’s classier than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    La-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;    La-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;    La-la-la-la loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful&lt;br /&gt;    You’re pitiful, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your dog would much rather&lt;br /&gt;    Play fetch by itself&lt;br /&gt;    You still live with your mom and you’re 42&lt;br /&gt;    Guess you’ll never grow a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, it just sucks to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also gr8 &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoID=1194164636&amp;n=2"&gt;white and nerdy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116096844366867376?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116096844366867376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116096844366867376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116096844366867376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116096844366867376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-la-la-la.html' title='La-la-la-la'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-116088154270893221</id><published>2006-10-14T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:05:42.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from the hospital</title><content type='html'>First off, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;Second, I give the UofA a 5 star any day!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally after surgery, daily packing, and a week of hospital care, I am healed up enough from my ruptured abases to come home. &lt;br /&gt;What I had (since I can't recall the medical term) was in World War 2 referred to as: the jeep driver’s disease. Which equals repetitive bumping to your coxes, where there is very little padding, which creates a huge bruise, that than ruptures, bursts. So when I woke up on Thanksgiving gushing blood, I didn't know what to do, when my mom found me she and my step dad rushed me to emergency. Gods hand was in everything! I had nurse after nurse tell me they had never seen things happen so fast, spots open, doctors be available. I had no wait in emergency, it was 3 hours to arrival to the knowing what I had and waiting for my turn in surgery, 4 hours in, and I went into surgery. Waking up from surgery was really quite funny! I had a couple nurses visiting with me, one said to me: "You are just so sweet, how do I get my daughters to be like you?" Well, loll I just rolled off the whole gospel message with sort of a drunk Conclusion: well, that works for me" LOL they were just laughing, quite funny.   Not too exciting, I'm very thankful, but persistently uncomfortable. I mean, they only spooned out a egg sized amount of flesh from my behind, but I got through my packing today without morphine, tomorrows the 1st homecare pack. Praise God! Lots of prayer, moms comfort, playdo and Plumb got me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all!&lt;br /&gt; You ran around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you passed out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starts to cave in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you jump inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you could see in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dream, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sign that we must see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you and me were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just believe why we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always smiling for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real life fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through different eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you could see in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dream, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the side that you will see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you and me were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just believe why we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always smiling for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a real life fairytale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always smiling for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real life fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real life fairtytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real life fairytale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-116088154270893221?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116088154270893221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=116088154270893221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116088154270893221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/116088154270893221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-from-hospital.html' title='Home from the hospital'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115985607626768435</id><published>2006-10-03T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:14:36.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning October 3rd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/index.cfm?action=view&amp;id=12972&amp;scid=9963"&gt;2 be happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowgo.com/index.cfm?action=view&amp;id=12925&amp;scid=9963"&gt;babies r cute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cd in the Library! YES!&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus* &lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;br /&gt;In a big big world &lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me &lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel &lt;br /&gt;That I do do will &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*V1* &lt;br /&gt;I can see the first leafs falling &lt;br /&gt;It's all yellow and nice &lt;br /&gt;It's so very cold outside &lt;br /&gt;Like the way I'm feeling inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus* &lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;br /&gt;In a big big world &lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me &lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel &lt;br /&gt;That I do do will &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*V2* &lt;br /&gt;Outside it's no raining &lt;br /&gt;And tears are falling from my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to happen &lt;br /&gt;Why did it all have to end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus* &lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;br /&gt;In a big big world &lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me &lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel &lt;br /&gt;That I do do will &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*V3* &lt;br /&gt;I have your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;Warm like fire &lt;br /&gt;But when I open my eyes...... &lt;br /&gt;Your gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus* &lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;br /&gt;In a big big world &lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me &lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel &lt;br /&gt;That I do do will &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Chorus* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl &lt;br /&gt;In a big big world &lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing &lt;br /&gt;If u leave me &lt;br /&gt;But I do &lt;br /&gt;Feel I will &lt;br /&gt;Miss u much &lt;br /&gt;miss u much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115985607626768435?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115985607626768435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115985607626768435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115985607626768435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115985607626768435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-morning-october-3rd.html' title='Good morning October 3rd!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115983909189990591</id><published>2006-10-02T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:16:24.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There’s a story.</title><content type='html'>I damaged my tail bone in California, too many theme parks in too short a period of time. I went to the medi centre today, to get an X-ray and such, it is not broken, I really thank God for that mercy. The doctor informed me that it will take 3 to 4 weeks until it begins to feel normal again.  REALLY not fun. I had a while to wait until mom was finished at work, across the way, so I went into Library to wait. After a while of looking around, I was just far too tired, couple hours of doctors, walking to and from   X-ray, I tried to sit down. I had been sitting for about 5 minutes, and I passed out cold. Fainted!&lt;br /&gt;I have never fainted! &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully God sent some dear people to help me out, when I came to, an East Indian man was picking me up off the floor. Mom was just across the avenue, and drove over in a few minutes. I was very upset; I just didn’t know what I could expect of my body anymore! I wasn’t expecting that my tail bone would hurt, yet it had been getting gradually worse since the 23rd, than fainting in a public place none the less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115983909189990591?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115983909189990591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115983909189990591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115983909189990591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115983909189990591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-story.html' title='There’s a story.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115975870785722957</id><published>2006-10-01T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:12:41.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what...I TOUCHED a dolphin!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115975870785722957?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115975870785722957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115975870785722957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115975870785722957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115975870785722957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-whati-touched-dolphin-d.html' title='Guess what...I TOUCHED a dolphin!! :D'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115975544488074337</id><published>2006-10-01T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:27:21.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20106.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20026.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115975544488074337?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115975544488074337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115975544488074337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115975544488074337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115975544488074337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/pix.html' title='pix'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115954920028824243</id><published>2006-09-29T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:43:39.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HOME!</title><content type='html'>Praise God, He protected me so valiantly, He has blessed me with the  greatest peace, I have experienced, God is amazing! Yesterday I saw my Auntie Linda, spent the day with her, as she returns to China this morning, God is good to me. Hardship, but He is GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20005.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Sophia, with Danelle, on our way to Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20008.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South African crowned sand crain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord F. sign in Duloc, Universal Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference in class is far too apparent, as you drive throughout Southern California, it's very sad to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In N out burger, BEST burger I've ever had! Yet perhaps not as good as: Le bebe rough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched a dolphin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20170.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20143.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20143.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20170.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20170.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20151.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20151.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/September%2012-27%20%2706%20California%20106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115954920028824243?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115954920028824243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115954920028824243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115954920028824243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115954920028824243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m HOME!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115920788713270766</id><published>2006-09-25T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:11:27.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing I could load my photos.....</title><content type='html'>I love photos, I'm so missing that I can't look at mine on the CO, but that's ok, enjoying California! Guess what?? My camera is only meant to take around 300 photos, its taken 600+, weird..but awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We have done so many amazing things here in California, I adore the vegetation! The palm trees, lemon trees, hibiscus, lilies, roses, birds of paradise...lime trees too!! We have gone to the beach 2s, Malibu, and Manhattan, we went boogie boarding, wading, and a good old diving in the ocean, you should have seen me, screaming, squealing, and splashing around like a little kid! I LOVE the ocean. You know what? I've always had a fear of sea weed...not anymore! Malibu was full of what I and the kids like to call: Sea lettuce...and ran around collecting as much as we could, the kids decided we should clean up the ocean. Now even though sea weed helps clean the ocean, it's not to fun to be tied up in it. 8-O I love this earth God has maid for us to enjoy, I adore it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115920788713270766?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115920788713270766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115920788713270766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115920788713270766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115920788713270766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/wishing-i-could-load-my-photos_25.html' title='wishing I could load my photos.....'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115911749264308731</id><published>2006-09-24T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:04:52.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientology, and what I've learned of it, here in beautiful California.</title><content type='html'>Scientologists believe that man can improve himself until an extent of "clear", where man would no longer do the bad things he does, for he would have choice over his misbehavior. They believe man is a spiritual being, for there is no escaping that fact, but their belief is that we were created by an Author who than left us here, to work out our own salvation. No absolutes as to salvation, they like to call it: Spiritual freedom, Where as the here after can be whatever you wish.  An absolute of scientology is: man is basically good, but he could use a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hopefully I have not misinterpreted their beliefs; this is simply my understanding of scientology. Also as I was told by my hosts, this is only 2 Scientologists beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There's a sum up of whom I'm staying with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But FREAK out!!&lt;br /&gt;    Their Auntie (the kids whom I baby-sit, who aunt and Uncle are Scientologists, who we are staying with) is a "minister" and auditor, of scientology, and is presently auditing the 2 eldest kids. This is a constant reminder that these are not my kids, but it is so hard, I'm so worried they will be all confused, I just want to protect them, but these are  not my kids, I don't know that she would be doing anything evil at all to the kids. But as we discussed their beliefs (and watched a Hubbard film) she said the biggest difference between Scientology and others faiths/methods "it works".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Talk about righteous anger! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just felt like saying, the things that I and my family have survived through, with GOD as the one who helped us, don't tell me Christianity doesn't work! But I didn't, they claim that they are Christians too so I asked them: "What can do you do with scriptures like " Jesus Christ is the way they truth and the life, no one gets to heaven except through him"?? So, I hope I did alright, so many scriptures have been comforting me, but "He will silent you with His love" has been the greatest assurance in my angry moments. Presently "in the multitude of my anxiety YOUR comfort delights my soul" Psalm 94:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love you, pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115911749264308731?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115911749264308731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115911749264308731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115911749264308731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115911749264308731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/scientology-and-what-ive-learned-of-it.html' title='Scientology, and what I&apos;ve learned of it, here in beautiful California.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115854003398145520</id><published>2006-09-17T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:40:34.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wise note from my Auntie Linda</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was asked a question on dealing with disapproval and I thought I'd share the question and answer here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I came across your website last night and was inspired as I read through your blog entries. I am 21 and, to the dismay of many people, have not attended college. I was accepted at several different colleges, but the Lord clearly shut the door of opportunity at each step of the way, mostly by not making it financially feasible for me to attend. I have had many people look down on me and quite a few tell me that I will never make anything of my life unless I further my education through college. I am currently working full-time as a medical biller, but my ultimate goal and what I truly believe to be my "calling" in life is to be a wife and mother. What are your suggestions for dealing with the constant disapproving comments that others make because I have not furthered my education? - Angel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Angel! Thanks for writing. I read your email and remembered all too poignantly how it feels to be what seems like the only girl alive not in college (I know that's a bit of an exaggeration, but there were certainly times when it felt that way!). It seemed everyone felt it was their duty to weigh in on my "predicament" and tell me why they thought it was so important I go to college. Even now, believe it or not, I still get a lot of condescending remarks from people because I'm an "uneducated housewife." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that I'm not completely opposed to girls going to college. I think there are circumstances where God directs a young lady to pursue higher education (either through her parents or when circumstances or the calling of God dictate such). However, I think such circumstances should be more the exception, than the norm. In today's society, college is highly overrated. It's as if the only way to learn anything is by going to college. All other learning methods and study methods are second class compared to it. I'm not sure where that nonsense originated - maybe from college professors or the colleges themselves? Yes, there are some good things you can learn from some colleges, but much of what is considered "learning" is not preparing you for real-life. In fact, many of the things taught are completely meaningless and often unbiblical. Despite what the world says, there are many other ways to learn most things than through spending four years of your life being "indoctrinated" by humanistic professors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that said, spouting off something like the above paragraph to everyone of your naysayers is probably not going to be a very effective tool in earning anyone's respect. So, what should your response be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, realize that oftentimes when God calls you to something, it doesn't mean other people will understand. In fact, many times they won't. He requires faithfulness and obedience from you, whether or not other people understand or agree. There are so many examples of people in the Bible and throughout history who stood for what was right, no matter what kind of criticism they received. If you are ridiculed for your obedience to God, don't feel sorry for yourself. Instead, rejoice that your faith is being strengthened through adversity. I'm sure it won't be the last time in your lifetime that it happens so it can be an excellent learning and growing experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, don't be ashamed at the path you are taking. Following God is never something to feel embarrassed about. I remember when I was nearing my high school graduation and I started receiving the usual barrage of "what-are-you-going-to-do-now?" questions. At first, I was really timid to answer and felt a nervousness arising inside whenever the subject was broached. My older sister had gone to college with the direction and blessing of my parents and it was just assumed I would follow suit. My parents were open to however God led me and I felt really strongly that college wasn't what God was calling me to. I had so many opportunities for ministry in my home, in our church, and in our community and so many different things I wanted to learn, to read, to explore, to do, there wasn't time in my day for it all and I couldn't imagine trying to squeeze in four years of college, too. What was I ashamed of? I had a full and wonderful life of learning, growing, serving, loving... why should I shrink to share about it with others when they asked? And so I began viewing the "What do you do?" question not as a dread, but an opportunity to share how God was leading me. I found that if I answered matter-of-factly and genuinely that I was busy serving my family, teaching violin, working part-time as a waitress, and publishing a newsletter for young women worldwide, among many other things, most people were actually very courteous and often acted pretty impressed that without being a full-time college student, I didn't seem to be wasting my time. By being confident in God's calling and leading in my life and not pandering around for an answer or mumbling something about "I'm not sure," I was able to gain the respect of many would-be naysayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though, no matter your confidence or well-prepared answer, people are still going to disaprove. Don't let it worry you or dishearten you. Let it, instead, motivate you to pray for these people, to show love towards them, and to be a Godly example of a contented, selfless, virtuous woman. The way you live your life is often much more powerful than anything you could say. So keep on, keeping on. The Lord will richly bless you for your faithfulness! -Crystal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lots of love Aunty Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;John 12:24"Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone: but if it dies, it produces much grain. He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for life eternal."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115854003398145520?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115854003398145520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115854003398145520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115854003398145520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115854003398145520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/wise-note-from-my-auntie-linda.html' title='A wise note from my Auntie Linda'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115748176801625047</id><published>2006-09-05T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:41:52.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neerlandia, Alberta *the land of Fabulous-ity*</title><content type='html'>How and where I spent my September long weekend, in Neerlandia Alberta! With my dear, close friends and would be family, a more amazing weekend, I don’t think I could have asked for…I don’t think so. Although exciting, full of important decisions, yet, I just have to praise God, :D He provided me with such blessedly godly people to offer me council. Is it not, the most suffocating beautiful sensation, when we are so aware of how definitely God is taking care of us? That the discomfort we are in, He put us there, He’s teaching us something, so reassuring, yet fearful. A truly awful (full of aw) feeling, to feel Him hold you, yet at the same time say: *baby, keep on walking, I’m here with you, I never leave, but you have to keep moving*. He requires movement of us, action, involvement, not needs it, requires it. When we are blessed with the title of His son, it’s not just a meal ticket, we have to try and live as His son. Try honey, try hard, I tell myself, and yes I do call myself honey ;) and hug my friends continuously, talk often, and particularly love calling people “babe”. I apparently do not write enough, and even a attempt at expressing your soul on the internet, is a bit disheartening. I’ll leave you in saying, what an AWEOSME weekend!! Big HUGE hello to all my great friends their, I love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say&lt;br /&gt;I went in a one ton!!!! For real! :D&lt;br /&gt;Also...I went combining!!! Oh yeah-farm it baby! Oh man I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20107b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20107b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20216b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20216b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20224b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20224b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug31-%20Sept%203%20%2706%20149.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115748176801625047?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115748176801625047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115748176801625047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115748176801625047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115748176801625047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/neerlandia-alberta-land-of-fabulous.html' title='Neerlandia, Alberta *the land of Fabulous-ity*'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115748070734358849</id><published>2006-09-05T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:25:07.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Tweek%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Tweek%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115748070734358849?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115748070734358849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115748070734358849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115748070734358849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115748070734358849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115692044833671723</id><published>2006-08-30T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:47:28.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmer's itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug%2018%20%2706%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug%2018%20%2706%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug%2018%20%2706%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug%2018%20%2706%20034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Aug%2018%20%2706%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Aug%2018%20%2706%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itchy from Allan"&lt;br /&gt;I shall cleverly entitle this..moment.&lt;br /&gt;Since I should have, could have, and HAVEN'T gone to bed of yet...&lt;br /&gt;have some pics.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know..it's really quit hard, yes, hard, when you are a compulsively snap happy person, yet you may only share photos without people in them?&lt;br /&gt;There's  a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA&lt;br /&gt;should I change up the whole depth of my blogging? Perhaps, should I intend it for my friends, although in a public place? day to day, hi you's and stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115692044833671723?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115692044833671723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115692044833671723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115692044833671723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115692044833671723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/swimmers-itch.html' title='Swimmer&apos;s itch'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115626780892151353</id><published>2006-08-22T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:39:08.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/alex%27s%20weddiong%20and%20such%20034.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy,&lt;br /&gt;To all you sweeties (particularly you Oregon-ers) who whole heartedly claim to stop in always, yet appear to forget to say hi,&lt;br /&gt;Say it!&lt;br /&gt;I triple dare you!&lt;br /&gt;Loves hugs, and common, for curiosity sakes, lets all say hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115626780892151353?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115626780892151353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115626780892151353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115626780892151353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115626780892151353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115515785153707610</id><published>2006-08-09T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:10:51.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How’s it been? I am so out of my blogging loop, I've so not been home, well, not enough to feel like I am. I just got home from St. George Ontario, what fun!! I visited the Sikkema's they were friends of mine from our church, I used to bbsitt their kids, anyway, they were fabulous hostess, took me everywhere fabulous! Well enough ‘fabulous’ places to keep me incredibly happy, CN tower, Lake Erie, Paris ON, Scotland ON, Niagara falls, Hamilton, Bradford, and of course St. George. Ontario is so nifty, it being 200 years older than Alberta; so much of it is like little Fort Edmonton, antique stores everywhere, character, and talk about picturesque! You know what though? No one's got Alberta's skies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115515785153707610?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115515785153707610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115515785153707610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115515785153707610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115515785153707610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/hows-it-been-i-am-so-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115515631726625758</id><published>2006-08-09T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:45:17.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks kitty</title><content type='html'>EUROPEAN UNION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The European Commission has just announced an agreement&lt;br /&gt;whereby English will be the official language of the&lt;br /&gt;European Union rather than German, which was the other&lt;br /&gt;possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British&lt;br /&gt;Government conceded that English spelling had some room for&lt;br /&gt;improvement and has accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that&lt;br /&gt;would become known as "Euro-English".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly,&lt;br /&gt;this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. Also, the&lt;br /&gt;hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear&lt;br /&gt;up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year&lt;br /&gt;when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This&lt;br /&gt;will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan&lt;br /&gt;be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated&lt;br /&gt;changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal&lt;br /&gt;of double letters which have always ben a deterent to&lt;br /&gt;akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of&lt;br /&gt;the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as&lt;br /&gt;replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords&lt;br /&gt;kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a rel&lt;br /&gt;sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis&lt;br /&gt;and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem&lt;br /&gt;of a united urop vil finali kum tru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115515631726625758?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115515631726625758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115515631726625758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115515631726625758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115515631726625758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-kitty.html' title='thanks kitty'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115099206742388877</id><published>2006-06-22T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:01:38.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeping Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godiva"&gt;According to the story&lt;/a&gt;, Lady Godiva was the beautiful wife of Leofric III (968 – 1057), Earl of Mercia and lord of Coventry. The people of that city were suffering grievously under the earl's oppressive taxation. Lady Godiva appealed again and again to her husband, who obstinately refused to remit the tolls. At last, weary of her entreaties, he said he would grant her request if she would ride naked through the streets of the town. Lady Godiva took him at his word, and after issuing a proclamation that all persons should keep within doors or shut their windows, she rode through, clothed only in her long hair. One person disobeyed her proclamation, a tailor, ever afterwards known as Peeping Tom [citation needed], an instance of voyeurism. He bored a hole in his shutters that he might see Godiva pass and is said to have been struck blind. Her husband kept his word and abolished the onerous taxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115099206742388877?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115099206742388877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115099206742388877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115099206742388877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115099206742388877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/peeping-tom.html' title='Peeping Tom'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-115085950688847125</id><published>2006-06-20T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:11:46.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS loves bananas</title><content type='html'>Bananas contain three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose and glucose combined with fiber. A banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Research has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout. No wonder the banana is the number one fruit with the world's leading athletes. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But energy isn't the only way a banana can help us keep fit. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression: According to a recent survey undertaken by MIND amongst people suffering from depression, many felt much better after eating a banana. This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood and generally make you feel happier.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;PMS: Forget the pills - eat a banana. The vitamin B6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anemia: High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Pressure: This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it perfect to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressur! e and stroke. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brain Power: 200 students at a Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making pupils more alert. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Constipation: High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hangovers: One of the quickest&lt;br /&gt;ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake, sweetened with honey. The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and re-hydrates your system. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn: Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Sickness: Snacking on bananas between meals helps to keep blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito bites: Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Many people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves: Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overweight and at work? Studies at the Institute of Psychology in Austria found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food like chocolate and crisps. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs. The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every two hours to keep levels steady. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcers: The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature control: Many other cultures see bananas as a "cooling" fruit that can lower both the physical and emotional temperature of expectant mothers. In Thailand, for example, pregnant women eat bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD): Bananas can help SAD sufferers because they contain the natural mood enhancer tryptophan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking &amp;Tobacco Use: Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12 they contain, as well as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress: Potassium is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat, sends oxygen to the brain and regulates your body's water balance. When we are stressed, our metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels. These can be rebalanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strokes: According to research in "The New England Journal of Medicine, 'eating bananas as part of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warts: Those keen on natural alternatives swear that if you want to kill off a wart, take a piece of banana skin and place it on the wart, with the yellow side out. Carefully hold the skin in place with a plaster or surgical tape &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills. When you compare it to an apple, it has four times the protein, twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It is also rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that we say, "A banana a day keeps the doctor away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be why i like them so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-115085950688847125?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115085950688847125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=115085950688847125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115085950688847125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/115085950688847125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/pms-loves-bananas.html' title='PMS loves bananas'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114901264564805177</id><published>2006-05-30T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:10:45.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Katherine! *score!*</title><content type='html'>(43-50 points) You are KATHERINE HEPBURN:&lt;br /&gt;You are smart, a real thinker. Every &lt;br /&gt;situation is approached with a&lt;br /&gt;plan. You are very healthy in mind and body. You don't take crap from&lt;br /&gt;anyone. You have only a couple of individuals that you consider "real&lt;br /&gt;friends". You teach strong family values. Keep your feet planted in &lt;br /&gt;them, but don't overlook a bad situation when it does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Movie Star are&lt;br /&gt;You?????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder which movie star you are most like? Don't read ahead please! Well, &lt;br /&gt;a team of researchers got together and analyzed the personalities of movie&lt;br /&gt;stars. The gathered info has been incorporated into this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;There are only 10 questions so it doesn't take long. Number your paper from 1 &lt;br /&gt;to 10, then Answer each question with the choice that most describes you at&lt;br /&gt;this point in your life, and then add up the points that correspond with your&lt;br /&gt;answers. Send this to all of your female friends (including person who sent it &lt;br /&gt;to you) with your star's name in the subject line. And don't be a butt and ruin&lt;br /&gt;the fun by not responding! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Don't look ahead or you will ruin the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which describes your perfect date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Candlelight dinner for two &lt;br /&gt;b) Amusement Park&lt;br /&gt;c) Rollerblading in the park&lt;br /&gt;d) Rock Concert&lt;br /&gt;e) Have dinner &amp; see a movie&lt;br /&gt;f) Dinner at home with a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite type of music?&lt;br /&gt;a) Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;b) Alternative &lt;br /&gt;c) Soft Rock&lt;br /&gt;d) Classical&lt;br /&gt;e) Christian&lt;br /&gt;f) Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite type of movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Comedy&lt;br /&gt;b) Horror&lt;br /&gt;c) Musical&lt;br /&gt;d) Romance&lt;br /&gt;e) Documentary&lt;br /&gt;f) Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which of the following jobs would you choose if you were given only these &lt;br /&gt;choices?&lt;br /&gt;a) Waiter/Waitress&lt;br /&gt;b) Sports Player&lt;br /&gt;c) Teacher&lt;br /&gt;d) Policeman&lt;br /&gt;e) Bartender&lt;br /&gt;f) Business person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which would you rather do if&lt;br /&gt;you had an hour to waste?&lt;br /&gt;a) Work out&lt;br /&gt;b) Make out&lt;br /&gt;c) Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;d) Listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;e) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;f) Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Of the following colors, which do you like best?&lt;br /&gt;a) Yellow&lt;br /&gt;b) White&lt;br /&gt;c) Sky blue&lt;br /&gt;d) Teal&lt;br /&gt;e) Gold&lt;br /&gt;f) Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which one of the following would you like to eat right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;b) Pizza&lt;br /&gt;c) Sushi&lt;br /&gt;d) Pasta&lt;br /&gt;e) Salad&lt;br /&gt;f) Lobster Tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which is your favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;a) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;b) Christmas&lt;br /&gt;c) New Year's&lt;br /&gt;d) Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;e) Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;f) Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could go to any of the following places, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Reno&lt;br /&gt;b) Spain&lt;br /&gt;c) Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;d) Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;e) Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;f) British Columbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Of the following, who would you rather spend time with? &lt;br /&gt;a) Someone who is smart&lt;br /&gt;b) Someone with good looks&lt;br /&gt;c) Someone who is a party animal&lt;br /&gt;d) Someone who has fun all the time&lt;br /&gt;e) Someone who is very emotional&lt;br /&gt;f) Someone who is fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now total up your points on each question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a-4 b-2 c-5 d-1 e-3 f-6&lt;br /&gt;2. a-2 b-1 c-4 d-5 e-3 f-6&lt;br /&gt;3. a-2 b-1 c-3 d-4 e-5 f-6&lt;br /&gt;4. a-4 b-5 c-3 d-2 e-1 f-6&lt;br /&gt;5. a-5 b-4 c-2 d-1 e-3 f-6&lt;br /&gt;6. a-1 b-5 c-3 d-2 e-4 f-6&lt;br /&gt;7. a-3 b-2 c-1 d-4 e-5 f-6&lt;br /&gt;8. a-1 b-3 c-2 d-4 e-5 f-6 &lt;br /&gt;9. a-4 b-5 c-1 d-4 e-3 f-6&lt;br /&gt;10. a-5 b-2 c-1 d-3 e-4 f-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, take your total and find out which Movie Star you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10-17 points) You are MADONNA:&lt;br /&gt;You are wild and crazy and you know it. You know how to have fun, but &lt;br /&gt;you may take it to extremes. You know what you are doing though, and&lt;br /&gt;are much in control of your own life. People don't always see things&lt;br /&gt;your way, but that doesn't mean that you should do away with your beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;Try to remember that your wild spirit can lead to hurting yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18-26 points) You are DORIS DAY:&lt;br /&gt;You are fun, friendly, and popular! You are a real crowd pleaser. You&lt;br /&gt;have probably been out on the town your share of times, yet you come &lt;br /&gt;home with the values that your mother taught you. Marriage and children&lt;br /&gt;are very important to you, but only after you have fun. Don't let the&lt;br /&gt;people you please influence you to stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27-34 points) You are DEBBIE REYNOLDS: &lt;br /&gt;You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that no&lt;br /&gt;one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have&lt;br /&gt;your own feelings hurt. Life&lt;br /&gt;is a breeze. You are witty, and calm most &lt;br /&gt;of the time. Just keep clear of back stabbers, and you are worry-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(35-42 points) You are GRACE KELLY:&lt;br /&gt;You are a lover. Romance, flowers, and wine are all you need to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;yourself. You are serious about all commitments and are a family &lt;br /&gt;person. You call your Mom every Sunday, and never forget a Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your passion for romance get confused with the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(43-50 points) You are KATHERINE HEPBURN:&lt;br /&gt;You are smart, a real thinker. Every &lt;br /&gt;situation is approached with a&lt;br /&gt;plan. You are very healthy in mind and body. You don't take crap from&lt;br /&gt;anyone. You have only a couple of individuals that you consider "real&lt;br /&gt;friends". You teach strong family values. Keep your feet planted in &lt;br /&gt;them, but don't overlook a bad situation when it does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(51-60 points) You are E LIZABETH TAYLOR:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is in awe of you. You know what you want and how to get it.&lt;br /&gt;You have more friends than you know what to do with. Your word is your &lt;br /&gt;bond. Everyone knows when you say something it is money in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract the opposite sex. Your intelligence overwhelms most. Your&lt;br /&gt;memory is the next thing to photographic. Everyone admires you because &lt;br /&gt;you are so considerate and lovable. You know how to enjoy life and&lt;br /&gt;treat people right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114901264564805177?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114901264564805177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114901264564805177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114901264564805177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114901264564805177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-katherine-score.html' title='I am Katherine! *score!*'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114879255983563451</id><published>2006-05-27T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:02:39.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/ads/qanda/index.jsp?ad_shown=Y&amp;sqId=24485&amp;sqAnswer=A&amp;page_number=8&amp;qanda=Y"&gt;neat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114879255983563451?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114879255983563451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114879255983563451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114879255983563451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114879255983563451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/neat.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114879007560716863</id><published>2006-05-27T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:05:19.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I fixed this up, all you have to do is add+ to the humber thta applies to you, if there is no #, place a 1. ENJOY</title><content type='html'>[1] I have read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 1] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have stayed up til 2 doing homework/projects.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have been ice-skating.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have been roller-blading.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 1] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ 1] I have played videogames for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[ 1] I have watched the Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I attend Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've called someone stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on a track or cross country team.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have sworn at someone of authority before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 1] I've been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ 1] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies. &lt;br /&gt;[1] I've watched the 3 Stooges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've had/have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1 ] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to China.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've had a fight with someone on AIM/MSN.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've had serious conversations on any IM (instant messaging thing: MSN, AIM, Trillian, etc).&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've watched a lot of action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've proved someone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been proven wrong by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've broken a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken an arm.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school. &lt;br /&gt;[] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've come close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done modeling.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've counted my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've told a little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;[]  I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've pushed someone into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[1] I've been pushed into a pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114879007560716863?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114879007560716863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114879007560716863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ENJOY'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114756517181504473</id><published>2006-05-13T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:06:11.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trippin' 8-)</title><content type='html'>My cousins are so, well check the &lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/just_plain_stupid/Parkour_prodigys/"&gt;sight&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114756517181504473?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114756517181504473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114756517181504473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114756517181504473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114756517181504473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/trippin-8.html' title='trippin&apos; 8-)'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114721578640258842</id><published>2006-05-09T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:03:06.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm boys</title><content type='html'>A cattle rancher was in his barn trying to assist one of his cows giving birth, &lt;br /&gt;when he noticed his 5-year-old son standing pie-eyed, watching the whole event.&lt;br /&gt; The man thought, "Great... he's 5 and Im now going&lt;br /&gt;to have to start explaining the birds and the bees. No need to jump the gun -&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let him ask, and I'll try and answer."&lt;br /&gt;When everything was over, the Dad strolled over to his son and said, &lt;br /&gt;"Well son, do you have any questions?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well just one, Dad" gasped the lad, with his eyes still like saucers&lt;br /&gt;  - "Just how fast was that calf going when it ran into the cows ass?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114721578640258842?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114721578640258842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114721578640258842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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they carry burdens,&lt;br /&gt;but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer&lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel&lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about&lt;br /&gt;a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member,&lt;br /&gt;yet they are strong when they&lt;br /&gt;think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what&lt;br /&gt;makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their&lt;br /&gt;family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say&lt;br /&gt;and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114712521131700893?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114712521131700893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114659403170276955</id><published>2006-05-02T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:20:31.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord understands the ABC's of all our confusion</title><content type='html'>Good thing He has us figured out! And knows without Q. What we need. There was this GR8 story @ church, of this little girl. She says to her dad: OK daddy, I'm off to say my prayers, so off she goes. Her dad sneaks in to listen, to his shock she's saying her "ABC's"! he Say's: 'honey, what are you doing? your supposed to be praying to God." Daughter: "Oh I am daddy, cuz God knows what my heart means, and he can find it from all the letters."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114659403170276955?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114659403170276955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114659403170276955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114659403170276955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114659403170276955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/lord-understands-abcs-of-all-our.html' title='The Lord understands the ABC&apos;s of all our confusion'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114650884629910521</id><published>2006-05-01T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:40:58.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us travel!</title><content type='html'>West  Jet is an Airline with head office situated in Calgary,  Alberta.&lt;br /&gt;West Jet airline attendants make an effort to make the in-flight  "safety lecture" and announcements a bit more  entertaining. Here are some real examples that have been heard or  reported:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  a West Jet flight (There is no assigned seating, you just sit  where you want) passengers were apparently having a hard time  choosing, when a flight  attendant announced, "People,  people we're not picking out  furniture  here,  find a seat and get in  it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;On  another West Jet Flight with a very "senior" flight attendant   crew, the  pilot said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've  reached cruising altitude and  will  be  turning down the cabin lights. This is for your comfort and to enhance  the appearance of your flight  attendants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On  landing, the stewardess said, "Please be sure to take all of your belongings. If you're going to leave anything, please  make sure it's something we'd like to  have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"There  may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of  this  airplane." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Thank  you for flying West Jet Express. We hope you enjoyed giving  us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a  ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As  the plane landed and was coming to a stop at the  Vancouver Airport, a lone voice came over the loudspeaker: "Whoa, big  fella. WHOA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;After  a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in Ontario,  a flight attendant on a West Jet flight announced, "Please  take care when opening the overhead compartments because, after a  landing like that, sure as hell everything has  shifted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;From  a West Jet Airlines employee: "Welcome aboard West Jet Flight 245 to Calgary.  To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seat  belt; and, if you don't know how to operate one, you probably  shouldn't be out in public  unsupervised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;"In  the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over  your face. If you have a small child traveling with you, secure  your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are traveling with  more than one small child, pick your  favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Weather  at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds,  but we'll try to have them fixed before we arrive.  Thank you, and remember, nobody loves you, or your money, more  than West Jet Airlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Your  seat cushions can be used for flotation; and in the event of an emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with  our compliments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;"As  you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your belongings.&lt;br /&gt;Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight&lt;br /&gt;attendants.. Please do not leave children or  spouses."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And  from the pilot during his welcome message: "West Jet Airlines  is pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight  attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on  this flight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Heard  on West Jet Airlines just after a very hard landing in Edmonton: The flight attendant came on the intercom and said, "That was  quite a bump,  and I know what y'all are thinking. I'm  here to tell you it wasn't the airline's fault, it wasn't the  pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight attendant's fault, it was  the asphalt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Overheard  on an West Jet Airlines flight into  Regina,  on a particularly windy and bumpy day: During the final  approach, the Captain was really having to fight it. After an  extremely hard landing, the Flight Attendant said, "Ladies  and Gentlemen, welcome to  Regina.  Please remain in your seats with your seat belts fastened while  the Captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the  gate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Another  flight attendant's comment on a less than perfect landing: "We ask  you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;An  airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the Passengers exited, smile, and give them a "Thanks for flying our  airline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that, in light of his bad landing, he  had a hard time looking the  passengers in the eye, thinking that  someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten  off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said,  "Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?"    "Why, no, Ma'am," said the pilot. "What is it?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  little old lady said, "Did we land, or were we shot  down?"&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;After  a real crusher of a landing in  Halifax,  the attendant came on with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please  remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the Crew have brought  the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once  the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced,  we will open the door and you can pick your  way through the wreckage to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Part  of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today. And, the next  time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a  pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of West Jet  Airways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Heard  on a West Jet Airline flight. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to smoke, the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing. If you can light 'em, you can smoke  'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;A  plane was taking off from the  Winnipeg  Airport.  After it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made  an announcement over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is  your captain speaking. Welcome to Flight Number 293, nonstop from Winnipeg  to  Montreal. The weather ahead is good and, therefore, we should have a smooth  and uneventful flight. Now sit back and relax... OH, MY  GOD!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence followed, and after a few minutes, the captain came back on the intercom and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I  scared you earlier. While I was talking to you, the flight  attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my lap. You  should see the front of my pants!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passenger in Coach yelled, "That's nothing. You should see the back of mine!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114650884629910521?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114650884629910521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114650884629910521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114650884629910521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114650884629910521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-us-travel.html' title='Let us travel!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114650712989271265</id><published>2006-05-01T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:12:09.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lol, I'm the only non-dutchie you sent this to, forgetting are we? -Oh really, I thought you were part Dutch...*awkward silence*</title><content type='html'>--Your church attendance record is not disrupted by childbirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're Dutch if...&lt;br /&gt;--You finish the food on your plate in a restaurant even though it is burnt or otherwise unfit for human consumption&lt;br /&gt;--You reused plastic margarine containers long before anyone had heard of the environmental movement&lt;br /&gt;--You wipe the last of the butter out of the container with your bun&lt;br /&gt;--Your mother's hairdo is the same at your wedding as it was at hers&lt;br /&gt;--Your closet is divided into work clothes and Sunday clothes&lt;br /&gt;--Your church attendance record is not disrupted by childbirth&lt;br /&gt;--Your Sunday routine resembles: church, coffee, roast beef, soup, snooze, and church&lt;br /&gt;--All your cookies taste like almonds&lt;br /&gt;--You make the bed in your hotel room&lt;br /&gt;--The last tip you left at a restaurant was: "Don't wear so much makeup" and "A little quicker with the coffee next time"&lt;br /&gt;--You have always been to church on New Year's Eve;&lt;br /&gt;--You can sing "Ere zij God" even though you can't speak Dutch;&lt;br /&gt;--Seeing raised hands during worship causes you to look around for a hold up man&lt;br /&gt;--You are still trying to justify owning a dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;--Your two permanent Saturday jobs are to wash the car and make sure you&lt;br /&gt;have enough change for the offerings&lt;br /&gt;--All of your recipes are adapted to fit a 9 x 13 pan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114650712989271265?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114650712989271265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114650712989271265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114650712989271265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114650712989271265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol-im-only-non-dutchie-you-sent-this.html' title='lol, I&apos;m the only non-dutchie you sent this to, forgetting are we? -Oh really, I thought you were part Dutch...*awkward silence*'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114650575885162598</id><published>2006-05-01T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:49:18.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do In An Elevator</title><content type='html'>1) When there's only one other person in the elvator, tap them &lt;br /&gt;on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, &lt;br /&gt;and go back for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the &lt;br /&gt;wrong ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they &lt;br /&gt;know what floor your on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After &lt;br /&gt;a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day &lt;br /&gt;been?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then &lt;br /&gt;scream, "That's mine!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, &lt;br /&gt;ask if they have an apointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to &lt;br /&gt;play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;br /&gt;Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask &lt;br /&gt;them if they can hear ticking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency &lt;br /&gt;procedures and exits with the passengers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ask, "Did you feel that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, &lt;br /&gt;don't panic, they open again!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Swat at flies that don't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Tell people that you can see their aura. &lt;br /&gt;17) Call out, "Group Hug!"and then enforce it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and &lt;br /&gt;muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering &lt;br /&gt;inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the &lt;br /&gt;wall, without getting off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in &lt;br /&gt;horror, "Your one of &lt;br /&gt;THEM!" and back away slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other &lt;br /&gt;passengers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then &lt;br /&gt;announce, "I have new socks on". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to &lt;br /&gt;the other passnegers, "This is MY personal space!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114650575885162598?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114650575885162598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114650575885162598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114650575885162598'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictureserver.funnyjunk.com/pics2/chaintoilet.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictureserver.funnyjunk.com/pics2/0556.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictureserver.funnyjunk.com/pics2/mcnugget.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictureserver.funnyjunk.com/pics2/tiredcat.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS kitty I like....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114592351831628157?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114592351831628157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114592351831628157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114592351831628157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114592351831628157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-enjoy-pretty-facep.html' title='To enjoy-A pretty face!:P'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114592320584987145</id><published>2006-04-24T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:00:44.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(mocking tone) AWWWWWWWWw don't-ch-ya just Love kitties?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictureserver.funnyjunk.com/pics2/stupid_kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;Funny Pictures&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Retarted Kitty"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114592320584987145?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114592320584987145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114592320584987145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114592320584987145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114592320584987145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/mocking-tone-awwwwwwwww-dont-ch-ya.html' title='(mocking tone) AWWWWWWWWw don&apos;t-ch-ya just Love kitties?!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114532545870882484</id><published>2006-04-17T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:57:38.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I did.....Try and be happy ok? Like one of my chickies once told me: "Smile, and if your face don't want to, MAKE IT!"</title><content type='html'>One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal&lt;br /&gt;cried  piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he  decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered&lt;br /&gt;up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed  a&lt;br /&gt;shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized &lt;br /&gt;what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few shovel loads later,  the farmer finally looked down the well. He was&lt;br /&gt;astonished at what he saw. With  each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the&lt;br /&gt;donkey was doing something amazing.  He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of&lt;br /&gt;the  animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone&lt;br /&gt;was  amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily&lt;br /&gt;trotted  off!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt  on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting&lt;br /&gt;out of the well is to shake it  off and take a step up. Each of our troubles&lt;br /&gt;is a steppingstone. We can get out  of the deepest wells just by not stopping,&lt;br /&gt;never giving up! Shake it off and  take a step up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply and appreciate what  you have. &lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NOW --------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enough of that crap .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The donkey  later came back and bit the shit out of the farmer who had tried&lt;br /&gt;to bury him.  The gash from the bite got infected, and the farmer eventually&lt;br /&gt;died in agony from septic shock.&lt;br /&gt;        MORAL FROM TODAY'S  LESSON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do something  wrong and try to cover your ass,  it always comes back&lt;br /&gt;to bite you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have two choices....smile and close this page or pass this along to&lt;br /&gt;someone else to spread the fun.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I did!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114532545870882484?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114532545870882484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114532545870882484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114532545870882484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114532545870882484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-what-i-didtry-and-be-happy-ok.html' title='I know what I did.....Try and be happy ok? Like one of my chickies once told me: &quot;Smile, and if your face don&apos;t want to, MAKE IT!&quot;'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114532443290763458</id><published>2006-04-17T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:40:32.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>like such a  spaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/April%2010-11%20%2706%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/April%2010-11%20%2706%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/April%2010-11%20%2706%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/April%2010-11%20%2706%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/April%2010-11%20%2706%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/April%2010-11%20%2706%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114532443290763458?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114532443290763458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114532443290763458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114532443290763458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114532443290763458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/like-such-spaz.html' title='like such a  spaz'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114321923647553326</id><published>2006-03-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:53:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny, thanks josee'!!</title><content type='html'>UNDERSTANDING WOMEN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(A MAN'S      PERSPECTIVE)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never      understand how you can take&lt;br /&gt;boiling hot wax,&lt;br /&gt;pour it onto your upper      thigh, rip the hair&lt;br /&gt;out by the root,&lt;br /&gt;and still be afraid of a      spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding&lt;br /&gt;items the woman wished      to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote&lt;br /&gt;control      for a television set in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;"So, do you always carry your TV      remote?" I&lt;br /&gt;asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, " but my husband refused to&lt;br /&gt;come      shopping with me,&lt;br /&gt;and I figured this was the most evil thing I&lt;br /&gt;could      do to him legally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple      drove down a country road for&lt;br /&gt;several miles, not saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;An      earlier discussion had led to an argument&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;neither of      them wanted to concede their&lt;br /&gt;position.&lt;br /&gt;As they passed a barnyard of      mules, goats,&lt;br /&gt;and pigs,&lt;br /&gt;the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of&lt;br /&gt;  yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O R D S&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A husband      read an article to his wife about&lt;br /&gt;how many words women use a day...&lt;br /&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000.&lt;br /&gt;The wife      replied, "The reason has to be&lt;br /&gt;because we have to repeat everything to&lt;br /&gt;men...&lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked,&lt;br /&gt;  "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A man      and his wife were having an argument&lt;br /&gt;about who&lt;br /&gt;should brew the coffee      each morning.&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "You should do it, because you get&lt;br /&gt;up      first,&lt;br /&gt;and then we don't have to wait as long to get our&lt;br /&gt;coffee."&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking&lt;br /&gt;around here and&lt;br /&gt;you should do it, because that is your job, and I&lt;br /&gt;can just wait for my      coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides,&lt;br /&gt;it is in      the Bible&lt;br /&gt;that the man should do the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Husband replies, "I      can't believe that, show&lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the      New&lt;br /&gt;Testament&lt;br /&gt;and showed him at the top of several pages, that&lt;br /&gt;it      indeed says.........."HEBREWS"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114177778187668468</id><published>2006-03-07T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:29:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan ‘Simpson’s’ LaLa</title><content type='html'>“U wanna make me wanna LaLa,&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen of the door&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your French cook,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drink milk if I want more…….’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, he is so very 9, but can really be very funny on given occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114177778187668468?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114142817164849777</id><published>2006-03-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:22:51.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>”Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"</title><content type='html'>"Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BRICK &lt;br /&gt;A young and successful executive was traveling down a&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot&lt;br /&gt;where the&lt;br /&gt;brick had been thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angry driver then jumped out of&lt;br /&gt;the car,&lt;br /&gt;grabbed the nearest kid&lt;br /&gt;and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is&lt;br /&gt;going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would&lt;br /&gt;stop..."&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt;tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth&lt;br /&gt;pointed to&lt;br /&gt;a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said “He&lt;br /&gt;rolled off the&lt;br /&gt;curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift&lt;br /&gt;him up."&lt;br /&gt;Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's&lt;br /&gt;too heavy for&lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly&lt;br /&gt;swelling&lt;br /&gt;lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and&lt;br /&gt;dabbed&lt;br /&gt;at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful&lt;br /&gt;child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man&lt;br /&gt;simply&lt;br /&gt;watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the&lt;br /&gt;sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;toward their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very&lt;br /&gt;noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented&lt;br /&gt;side&lt;br /&gt;door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message:&lt;br /&gt;”Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"&lt;br /&gt;God whispers in our souls and&lt;br /&gt;speaks to our&lt;br /&gt;hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;throw&lt;br /&gt;a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you a sunrise every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Face it, friend - He is crazy&lt;br /&gt;about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to every "beautiful person" you wish to bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without&lt;br /&gt;sorrow,sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;the tears, and light for the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this line very slowly and let it sink in...&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this&lt;br /&gt;message to seven people except you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will receive a miracle tomorrow ( just do it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114142817164849777?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114142817164849777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114142817164849777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114142817164849777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114142817164849777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-go-through-life-so-fast-that.html' title='”Don&apos;t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!&quot;'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114117375176125587</id><published>2006-02-28T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:42:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Hold a true friend with both your hands" Nigerian Proverb</title><content type='html'>Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114117375176125587?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114117375176125587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114117375176125587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114117375176125587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114117375176125587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html' title='&quot; Hold a true friend with both your hands&quot; Nigerian Proverb'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114117354714503851</id><published>2006-02-28T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:39:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we all know, why do I always say that? CONGRATS to Laura and Henry!</title><content type='html'>1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:15&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds &lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last movie you watched? at home “Straight from the heart” at the theatre "8 below” &lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? House&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast? muffin&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? JoHannah&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite food? Lasagna-hard Q, food is so good! &lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?   Chocolate + Chicken :-X  (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite chip flavor? Nachos with a hint of lime&lt;br /&gt;10. What is in your CD player right now?  Corrs “in blue”&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive? IF I drove Dodge Shadow!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sandwich? Mayo/bbq sauce, lettuce, tomatoe, steak, baccon&lt;br /&gt;13. What characteristic do you despise? sleeeeeeeez &lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite item of clothing? Pink sweater&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Hmm, Greece perhaps.&lt;br /&gt; 16. What color is your bathroom? white&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite brand of clothing? Winners!&lt;br /&gt;18. Where would you retire?      Where my grandchildren are :D&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your most memorable birthday? SWEET 16!!!!!! Hands down!&lt;br /&gt;21. Where were you born? Edmonton Alberta&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite sport to watch? Vollyball&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Kitty! :P.&lt;br /&gt;24. Person you expect to send it back first? Now 4 sure it will be Kitty&lt;br /&gt;25. What fabric detergent do you use? Costco powder&lt;br /&gt;26. Coke or Pepsi? If it must be, Pepsi &lt;br /&gt;27. Are you a morning person or night owl? I guess I’l find out soon, but THINK NIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your shoe size? 8 1/2&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have any pets? Tweek my LIZARD! Lizard rock, but man, their attitudes!!&lt;br /&gt;30. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? Ummmmmmm, marriage…but you don’t get to know who. OH! Laura got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you want to be when you were little? Hair dresser than Police officer&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite Holiday? Ahhh… Christmas&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you consider yourself political? Um, NO.&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you religious? I’m a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;35. What is the latest book you have read? “famous” by Karen Kingsburry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114117354714503851?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114117354714503851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114117354714503851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114117354714503851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114117354714503851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-we-all-know-why-do-i-always-say.html' title='Now we all know, why do I always say that? CONGRATS to Laura and Henry!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114117196619466833</id><published>2006-02-28T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:12:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the war of oatmael cookies</title><content type='html'>Oh do you now....&lt;br /&gt;You have to tell Em' that I've made her cookies 2s, and ppl are nuts over them!&lt;br /&gt;*Huff* They used to like my recipe, but who's do they like better NOW? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I went Curling, and excepted a job @ Subway. Yes! Rather than A&amp;W, from 7-3, (so i can sleep another hour :P) and they will pay me $8 (specially 4 me, i can't tell my colleagues!)&lt;br /&gt;I think this shall be really good, I think I'm happier about working there. X-cept...I have to work 3 hours on my own, and their right next door to  a lousy store. But oh well, God will provide for me very well! I know it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114117196619466833?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114117196619466833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114117196619466833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114117196619466833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114117196619466833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/war-of-oatmael-cookies.html' title='the war of oatmael cookies'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114107662889222340</id><published>2006-02-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:43:48.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because my links will not behave</title><content type='html'>Our &lt;a href="http://willwrite4cookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;homeschool&lt;/a&gt; writting and reading club blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114107662889222340?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114107662889222340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114107662889222340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114107662889222340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114107662889222340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-my-links-will-not-behave.html' title='because my links will not behave'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114107650019737770</id><published>2006-02-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:42:10.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO NOW WE ALL SEE THE ERROR</title><content type='html'>1.(An Ontological argument) &lt;br /&gt;         I exist. When a bunch of existing things together are combined, they form a sum of things. God is the "sum of all things" &lt;br /&gt;         so therefore God - the sum of all things - exists.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. (A Teliological argument)&lt;br /&gt;         Suppose on a lost island was a man who had never seen another human being in his life. One day he walks down the beach and stubs his foot on something sticking out of the sand. He picks it up but does not see that it is a rolex watch because he never saw one before. He looks at the shiny, golden object in wonder and automatically thinks,"I wonder who made this?"&lt;br /&gt;          You see everything that is in order must have a creator that is in order. So therefore, God exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ERROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ...everything that is in order must have a creator... So therefore, God exists.&lt;br /&gt;        If this is true then God, who is in order, must have a creator. You see the error?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    the other arguement is that the guy does not prove that God is the sum of all things...he just asserts it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114107650019737770?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114107650019737770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114107650019737770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114107650019737770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114107650019737770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-now-we-all-see-error.html' title='SO NOW WE ALL SEE THE ERROR'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114082611042304602</id><published>2006-02-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:08:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&gt;2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Five minutes later...."Da-ad...."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"I'm thirsty.  Can you bring drink of water?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"No, You had your chance. Lights out."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad....."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"I'm THIRSTY.  Can I have a drink of water??"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I told you NO!  If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Five minutes later....."Daaaa-aaaad....."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114082611042304602?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114082611042304602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114082611042304602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114082611042304602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114082611042304602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-my.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114082144043266526</id><published>2006-02-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:41:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where is the Error?" By: Jesse V.</title><content type='html'>1.(An Ontological argument) &lt;br /&gt;         I exist. When a bunch of existing things together are combined, they form a sum of things. God is the "sum of all things" &lt;br /&gt;         so therefore God - the sum of all things - exists.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. (A Teliological argument)&lt;br /&gt;         Suppose on a lost island was a man who had never seen another human being in his life. One day he walks down the beach and stubs his foot on something sticking out of the sand. He picks it up but does not see that it is a rolex watch because he never saw one before. He looks at the shiny, golden object in wonder and automatically thinks,"I wonder who made this?"&lt;br /&gt;          You see everything that is in order must have a creator that is in order. So therefore, God exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ERROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ...everything that is in order must have a creator... So therefore, God exists.&lt;br /&gt;        If this is true then God, who is in order, must have a creator. You see the error?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    the other arguement is that the guy does not prove that god is the sum of all things...he just asserts it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114082144043266526?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114082144043266526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114082144043266526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114082144043266526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114082144043266526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-is-error-by-jesse-v.html' title='&quot;Where is the Error?&quot; By: Jesse V.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114082110279412156</id><published>2006-02-24T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:45:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To every journey, we begin in 1 step.</title><content type='html'>I went job hunting today, good for me 'ey? Yup, I applied @: Tim Horton’s, Subway, and A&amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see...I’m not going to say where I would like to work, maybe you could guess? *wiggles eye-brows* 'cuz whatever job I get, I will be thankful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114082110279412156?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114082110279412156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114082110279412156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114082110279412156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114082110279412156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-every-journey-we-begin-in-1-step.html' title='To every journey, we begin in 1 step.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114072711326353563</id><published>2006-02-23T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:42:11.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the blog, you will be journalised, resistanc is no point</title><content type='html'>It's  a web-log&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114072711326353563?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114072711326353563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114072711326353563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114072711326353563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114072711326353563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-are-blog-you-will-be-journalised_23.html' title='we are the blog, you will be journalised, resistanc is no point'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114003301156152924</id><published>2006-02-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:50:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger news than me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Feb%27%2025%20%2706%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Feb%27%2025%20%2706%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is now &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;engaged&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God be with them always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114003301156152924?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114003301156152924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114003301156152924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114003301156152924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114003301156152924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/bigger-news-than-me.html' title='Bigger news than me...'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-114003201074075690</id><published>2006-02-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:33:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Feb%2012%2C%20%2706%20%20Jon%20sings%2C%20%20%20roses%20from%20Emily%20H.%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Feb%2012%2C%20%2706%20%20Jon%20sings%2C%20%20%20roses%20from%20Emily%20H.%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  **My thank YOU's**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for coming out to my birthday. I was floored, that so many people would take time to not only come to my party, but that we could all have such a great time too. My party was such a success, I can only attribute that to the Lord, and to you and everyone else who put in such a effort for my special day. I love your gift! I am so sorry I had to rush though them so quickly, but I truly appreciate every one. Let's get together again soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and God bless you as you have blessed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Sophia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to my sweet frined, &lt;a href="http://bobbisox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; who so adoribly provided me with me RRRROOOOOSSSEEESSSS!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-114003201074075690?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114003201074075690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=114003201074075690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114003201074075690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/114003201074075690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-sweet-16.html' title='My sweet 16!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113967416564890203</id><published>2006-02-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:09:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All upside-down</title><content type='html'>But&lt;br /&gt;I AM SMILING!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113967416564890203?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113967416564890203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113967416564890203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113967416564890203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113967416564890203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-upside-down.html' title='All upside-down'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113961502411599506</id><published>2006-02-10T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:43:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Check &lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt254.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, it is so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113961502411599506?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113961502411599506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113961502411599506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113961502411599506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113961502411599506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113959422554452128</id><published>2006-02-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:57:05.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone know what the name of this group is?</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love this song called (I think) "in my silent place", I thought I was by the group:&lt;br /&gt;6 day'&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;6th day&lt;br /&gt;Or some such.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't find it, can you give me a hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In my silent place,&lt;br /&gt;Will I draw close to You in grace?&lt;br /&gt;will You put a smile on my face, &lt;br /&gt;In my silent place."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113959422554452128?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113959422554452128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113959422554452128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113959422554452128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113959422554452128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/does-anyone-know-what-name-of-this.html' title='Does anyone know what the name of this group is?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113950724163876186</id><published>2006-02-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:47:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoe soup is very over-rated</title><content type='html'>A Little Time for God.&lt;br /&gt;Read only if you have time for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to keep God in a church building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, try and visit Him there once a week or once in a while ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe at another midweek service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do like to have Him around during sickness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, at funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because... That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God forgive me for ever thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That... there is a time or place where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is not to be FIRST in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, You aren't ashamed to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do Love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is my source of existence and Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing.  But, I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. (Philippians 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the simplest test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvellous things HE has done for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.  I had to hurry and get to work for bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jumped up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul could rest at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your name I cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was going to write it down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never found the time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you have the time to pass it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you scroll through to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy vs. Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so sleepy in a church service but right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so easy to delete a Godly email, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or delete it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing attached....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so powerful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stop the wheel, please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time." "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" the pastor asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, one day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. And Satan was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to cheat on and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you You don't want those people!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" He asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "DONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed it was sent out to many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113950724163876186?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113950724163876186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113950724163876186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113950724163876186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113950724163876186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/tomatoe-soup-is-very-over-rated.html' title='Tomatoe soup is very over-rated'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113875331709932985</id><published>2006-01-31T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:21:57.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart throbs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Jan%27%2029%20%2706%20Sophia%20%20%20Jon%27%20b-day%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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GASP!</title><content type='html'>Girls night out Two women friends had gone out for a Girls Night Out, and had been decidedly over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home they suddenly realized they both needed to pee. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a headstone or something. The first woman had nothing to wipe with so she took off her panties, used them and threw them away. Her friend however was wearing an expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers, but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on a grave and proceeded to wipe herself with it. After finishing, they made their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the first woman's husband phones the other husband and said, "These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other. "Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station, Well never forget you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Glad to be drunk A completely inebriated man was stumbling down the street with one foot on the curb and one foot in the gutter. A cop pulled up and said, "I've got to take you in, pal. You're obviously drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wasted friend asked, "Officer, are ya absolutely sure I'm drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, buddy, I'm sure," said the copper. "Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing a sigh of relief, the wino said, "Thank goodness, I thought I was crippled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Only three doors An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Ask 1-800 operators for dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**101 Ways To Annoy People 1. Sing the Batman theme incessantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeep Bip..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen. &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speak only in a "robot" voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will "swipe your grub". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 98 copies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sniffle incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Name your dog "Dog." 15. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with Lysol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Practice making fax and modem noises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with the prophesy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Wear a special hip holster for your&lt;br /&gt;remote control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Give a play-by-play account of a persons every action in a nasal Howard Cosell voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Holler random numbers while someone is counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Drum on every available surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Staple papers in the middle of the page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ask 1-800 operators for dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copyright warnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Sew anti-theft detector strips&lt;br /&gt;into peoples backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Hide dairy products in inaccessible places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Set alarms for random times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Honk and wave to strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Dress only in clothes colored Hunters Orange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Change channels five minutes before the end of every show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Wear your pants backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. only type in lowercase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. dont use any punctuation either &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Pay for your dinner with pennies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Tie jingle bells to all your clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Repeat everything someone says, as a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J Simpson conspiracy theories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, its gone now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Light road flares on a birthday cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Leave tips in Bolivian currency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. When Christmas caroling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until physically restrained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. As much as possible, skip rather than walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Pretend your computer's mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it up," and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Drive half a block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Ask people what gender they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern drawl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you don't want to fall off "in case the big one comes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head. like a parakeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Change your name to "AaJohn Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each "a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Chew on pens that you've borrowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Wear a LOT of cologne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is necessary because of your "superior mental processing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Mow your lawn with scissors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something &lt;br /&gt;about "psychological profiles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Never make eye contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Never break eye contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Construct your own pretend "tricorder," and "scan" people with it, announcing the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Make appointments for the 31st of September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Dealing With Snoring&lt;br /&gt;By the time a Marine pulled into a little town, every hotel room was taken. ''You've got to have a room somewhere,'' he pleaded. ''Or just a bed, I don't care where.'' ''Well, I do have a double room with one occupant, a Navy guy,'' admitted the manager, ''and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I'm not sure it'd be worth it to you.'' ''No problem,'' the tired Marine assured him. ''I'll take it.'' &lt;br /&gt;The next morning the Marine came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. ''How'd you sleep?'' asked the manager. ''Never better.'' The manager was impressed. ''No problem with the other guy snoring, then?'' ''Nope, I shut him up in no time,'' said the Marine. ''How'd you manage that?'' asked the manager. ''He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room,'' the Marine explained. ''I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, 'Goodnight, beautiful,' and he sat up all night watching me.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Strong Man&lt;br /&gt;The strong young man at the construction site was bragging that he could outdo anyone in a feat of strength. He made a special case of making fun of one of the older workmen. After several minutes, the older worker had had enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is," he said. "I will bet a week's wages that I can haul something in a wheelbarrow over to that outbuilding that you won't be able to wheel back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're on, old man," the braggart replied. "Let's see what you got." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow by the handles. Then, nodding to the young man, he said, "All right. Get in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113860174911048851?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113860174911048851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113860174911048851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113860174911048851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113860174911048851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-gasp.html' title='Oh... GASP!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113840417702450065</id><published>2006-01-27T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:22:57.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i waaaaaaaaaaaannnnaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>10 Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: ‘Thea (other than family) koleana&lt;br /&gt;First Screen name: Jojo&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: both ears, @ 10&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Oh.ugh-UGH *cough*..nate&lt;br /&gt;First CD: Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;First School: Our home @ the cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;First House Location: cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: Goliath, the dove&lt;br /&gt;First time doing something illegal: 1s, I really ofally wanted 1 of those lil’ hairbrushes 9travel size0 I found 1 in a dollar bin, but it being the only 1, I wasn’t sure I would get it for $1. So I pulled of a loose sticker, and syuck it on. I felt SO bad about it….i gave away the brush, and next time @ that store, when I had a couple $ change due my wway, I said “keep it, it all comes out in the wash” God forgives me tho..&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;9 Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Smoked: never-EVER! &lt;br /&gt;Last Food You Ate: cook. Ham + Feta&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: coming home from skiing&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie You Watched: Snake eyes&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: with Ettina&lt;br /&gt;Last CD You listened to: Kutlass&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath You took: had a bath last night, no bubbles tho, ‘ey I did have candles!&lt;br /&gt;Last Song You listened to: ‘Feels like home to me’&lt;br /&gt;Last time you felt really happy: Maybe last week….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Have You Evers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated a Best Friend: Don’t really date, I court, and yeah, we’d have to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: no!!&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: yes I have, when I was like…11 or 12? I tree in our front yeard was struck wit lightning, I saw it, so I hysterically attempted o tell them, hence ‘hysterical” so like 2 min’.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Cheated On Your B/F or G/F?: no, no,no.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on a Blind Date: Like, no, but-ah, that’d be, like, weird kinda /funny. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been out of the Country: Yes I have! Yet, not outside north America, that’s ok, we got it all…NOT.jk&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen in love: hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things You are Wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diesel jeans (from value village, oh yeah!!)&lt;br /&gt;2.muti-colored polyester top.&lt;br /&gt;3. love-joy-peace emblem necklace, that I thought I lost 7 years ago! Too cool, family jewelry ‘n’ all!&lt;br /&gt;4. white ankle socks&lt;br /&gt;5. multi-color-changing-blue earrings&lt;br /&gt;6. ring&lt;br /&gt;7.blue watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Things You've Done Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mompped bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;2. cleaned under the stove&lt;br /&gt;3. painted my nails&lt;br /&gt;4. had a bagel with ham n fetta&lt;br /&gt;5. looked @ http://www.makingnoise.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;6. covered my tack-boards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Favorite Things (not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bbsitting&lt;br /&gt;2. scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;3. talking to CAGB&lt;br /&gt;4. being with ppl who love me.&lt;br /&gt;5. reading my bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;4 People You Most Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mom&lt;br /&gt;2 CAGB&lt;br /&gt;3 ‘Thea&lt;br /&gt;4 Ettina&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vanilla or Chocolate: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2. Hugs or Kisses: hugs! I need hugs! More, more,more….&lt;br /&gt;3. Pens or Pencils: ughs..!  what kinda Q! Who would make me-sniff- choose between awesome pens, or beautiful pencils??? Ugs!&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Want to do Before You Die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prove myself, Ugs, how silly&lt;br /&gt;2. marrey the 1 I really love&lt;br /&gt;3. have lots of kids who will love the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Things you got for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. little polar bear snow globe, *aww* from Jon’&lt;br /&gt;2. fuzzy pink house coat..*snuggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;1 Person You Want to See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CAGB, well, sorta… *te-he*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113840417702450065?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113840417702450065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113840417702450065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113840417702450065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113840417702450065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-waaaaaaaaaaaannnnaaaaaaa.html' title='i waaaaaaaaaaaannnnaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113814192442025816</id><published>2006-01-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:32:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God!!!</title><content type='html'>My great lovely frined brandi (who just mmoved to Iq. North West territories)her cousin &lt;a href="http://www2.caringbridge.org/canada/britni//"&gt;britni&lt;/a&gt;, is free from cancer! I, my friends and family, have been praying for healing for her, for a couple years now, and God IS healing her!!! praise his name! I am so thankful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;and thank God for being HEALTHY today!!&lt;br /&gt;love, sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113814192442025816?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113814192442025816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113814192442025816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113814192442025816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113814192442025816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/praise-god.html' title='Praise God!!!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113752077617852496</id><published>2006-01-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:59:36.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always gr8</title><content type='html'>Just a MOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, renewing her driver's license was asked by the recorder to state her occupation. she hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself, " what I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I have a job" snapped the woman, "I'm a mom."&lt;br /&gt;"We don't list 'mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it," said the Recorder emphatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all about her story until one day, I found myself in the same situation, this time at our Town Hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like... 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your occupation?" She probed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Research Associate in the field of child development and human relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing  the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what do you do in your field?"&lt;br /&gt;Coolly without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said, indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, ( the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it). The Job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."&lt;br /&gt;There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages, 13,7 &amp; 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (6 months old) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a best on bureaucracy! I had gone on the Official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmothers -- Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandmothers -- Executive Senior Research Associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunts -- Associate Research Associates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I love this so very much? I'm sure anyone who knows anything of, or about me, could eas-illy guess, I really, truly want to be a wife and mother.&lt;br /&gt;And I am very PROUD of me desire!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;So taaaAKE THAT .:p&lt;br /&gt;My mind does work in really bee-zar ways @ times(...ok, mooost of the time!)but 'ey wanna hear? My Mom has been offered a free ticket to China to visit her sister, (gr8 I knows...)yet, Mom doesn't wanna go on her own, she isn't a good travelor. So I will probely come along, I have my savings. But this is the funny part, i don't really have any sort of desire to "travel the world", and see it all. Not that I'm not very happy to! But...te-he, this is why I wanna go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-A moooother...what on earth did you ever do with your life??? *sneer*"&lt;br /&gt;Confidant flick of my head (like all important woman do! :P)&lt;br /&gt;"I went to China, have YOU been to China?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off I'll strut!&lt;br /&gt;LMHO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113752077617852496?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113752077617852496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113752077617852496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113752077617852496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113752077617852496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/always-gr8.html' title='Always gr8'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113735305670543935</id><published>2006-01-15T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:24:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/2464/yeatsluv.html"&gt;BROWN PENNY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WHISPERED, "I am too young,"&lt;br /&gt;And then, "I am old enough";&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore I threw a penny&lt;br /&gt;To find out if I might love.&lt;br /&gt;"Go and love, go and love, young man,&lt;br /&gt;If the lady be young and fair."&lt;br /&gt;Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,&lt;br /&gt;I am looped in the loops of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;O love is the crooked thing,&lt;br /&gt;There is nobody wise enough&lt;br /&gt;To find out all that is in it,&lt;br /&gt;For he would be thinking of love&lt;br /&gt;Till the stars had run away&lt;br /&gt;And the shadows eaten the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,&lt;br /&gt;One cannot begin it too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113735305670543935?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113735305670543935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113735305670543935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113735305670543935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113735305670543935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-gorgeous.html' title='How gorgeous'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113702506009651759</id><published>2006-01-11T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:17:40.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te-he-he....I thought I was too diverse to sum up, but..um, guess it was just a long quiz :$</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1130268573gladiator 2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Maximus&lt;/b&gt;. After his family was murdered by the evil emperor Commodus, the great Roman general Maximus went into hiding to avoid Commodus's assassins. He became a gladiator, hoping to dominate the colosseum in order to one day get the chance of killing Commodus. Maximus is valiant, courageous, and dedicated. He wants nothing more than the chance to avenge his family, but his temper often gets the better of him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Maximus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;William Wallace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='71' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;71%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Neo, the &amp;quot;One&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;El Zorro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Terminator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='46' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;46%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='29' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;29%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=92013'&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113702506009651759?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113702506009651759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113702506009651759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113702506009651759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113702506009651759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/te-he-hei-thought-i-was-too-diverse-to.html' title='te-he-he....I thought I was too diverse to sum up, but..um, guess it was just a long quiz :$'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113701593791275744</id><published>2006-01-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:45:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far side funny bitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/IM000620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/IM000620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuel lights on, frank! &lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna’ die…We’re all gonna’ die!!!&lt;br /&gt;...Wait…Wait..my mistake…that’s the intercom light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113701593791275744?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113701593791275744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113701593791275744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113701593791275744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113701593791275744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/far-side-funny-bitty.html' title='Far side funny bitty'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113693676741931111</id><published>2006-01-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:48:09.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Penny" of "penne'", it’s all in how you say it, right?</title><content type='html'>It’s staying hectic everywhere I know, life is so flipped. Despite my use of the word “flipped’’ as unfitted or not you may find it, but ‘ey, I wasn’t promised a nice simple life. Nope, not @ all, ‘n’ I know it, so soak up the reality darlin’!&lt;br /&gt;((*Some of what “Flipped” can=*))&lt;br /&gt;My brother after saving for a year, left for china this morning!!! Good for Chris! Yet this is a big change for our family, and really required a lot of work by Mom to get going, so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very best friends is back slidden, and has to move away from home, due to she is unwilling to follow the rules of the home. :’’’D So hard!! But I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most important person is 100’s of miles away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2 next door neighbors, who are like family to us, are moving to Iqualuit in a few days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of the biggest M.V.F of my life, are well…removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**((But, come on Sophia! I’ve plenty of blessing to think about too!!))**&lt;br /&gt;School break was awesome, &lt;br /&gt;babysitting is so sweet, &lt;br /&gt;our van is still going. &lt;br /&gt;Our home is still affordable,&lt;br /&gt; we have lots of clothes, &lt;br /&gt;and food,&lt;br /&gt; we still have friends, &lt;br /&gt;perhaps God just is encouraging us to be more outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot’s of good, and trials are part of our shift here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can see God’s blessings to you, even in the midst of hardship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113693676741931111?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113693676741931111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113693676741931111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113693676741931111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113693676741931111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2006/01/penny-of-penne-its-all-in-how-you-say.html' title='&quot;Penny&quot; of &quot;penne&apos;&quot;, it’s all in how you say it, right?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113541397902857654</id><published>2005-12-24T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:46:19.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm allergic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/IM000931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/IM000931.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which...?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;or tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Incredulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113541397902857654?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113541397902857654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113541397902857654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113541397902857654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113541397902857654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/12/but-im-allergic.html' title='But I&apos;m allergic!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113528885185650481</id><published>2005-12-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:01:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>billions...right</title><content type='html'>If you go to a museum or read certain history books, you will find that some archaeologists believe that they have found artifacts which are hundreds of thousands (or even millions) of years old. You need to be very skeptical about such ages. Remember, the most reliable absolute dating method is dendrochronology, and it can only provide ages of 8000 years or so. Even though such ages are pretty reliable, they still only provide an upper limit on the true age of an artifact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool ‘ey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113528885185650481?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113528885185650481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113528885185650481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113528885185650481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113528885185650481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/12/billionsright.html' title='billions...right'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113519057373513540</id><published>2005-12-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:43:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Happiness, my life is so blessed, hard too, but blessed. Having been away, being home, I’ve learned a lot of things, experienced new things. Along with things I never, ever thought, had hoped, to never experience again. Yet, here I am! Better for it I’m sure positive in fact, I love my life! Yes, life is so hard, so different, @ times I want to go off within myself and think, why, what for, why? Than I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:7  so that the trial of your faith (being much more precious than that of gold that perishes, but being proven through fire) might be found to praise and honor and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:8  whom having not seen, you love; in whom not yet seeing, but believing in Him you exult with unspeakable joy, and having been glorified, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:9  obtaining the end of your faith, the salvation of your souls. &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:10  About which salvation the prophets sought out and searched out, prophesying concerning the grace for you; &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:11  searching for what, or what manner of time, the Spirit of Christ made clear within them, testifying beforehand of the sufferings of Christ, and the glories that should follow. &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:12  To them it was revealed that not to themselves, but to us, they ministered the things which are now reported to you by those who have preached the gospel to you in the Holy Spirit sent from Heaven; which things the angels desire to look into. &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:13  Therefore girding up the loins of your mind, being sober, perfectly hope for the grace being brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:14  as obedient children, not fashioning yourselves according to the former lusts in your ignorance, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:15  but according to the Holy One who has called you, you also become holy in all conduct, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:16  because it is written, "Be holy, for I am holy." &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:17  And if you call on the Father, who without respect of persons judges according to the work of each one, pass the time of your earthly residence in fear, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:18  knowing that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, silver or gold, from your vain manner of life handed down from your fathers, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:19  but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:23  having been born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, through the living Word of God, and abiding forever. &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:24  For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of men as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls out, &lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:25  but the Word of the Lord endures forever. And this is the Word preached as gospel to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life, and so very glad, to be living it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you,&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113519057373513540?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113519057373513540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113519057373513540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113519057373513540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113519057373513540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/12/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113467680284488858</id><published>2005-12-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:12:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado was so terrific!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20007.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/Visit%20to%20Colorado%20%2705%20010.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113467680284488858?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113467680284488858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113467680284488858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113467680284488858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113467680284488858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/12/colorado-was-so-terrific.html' title='Colorado was so terrific!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113321918648548746</id><published>2005-11-28T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:06:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling to the USA!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, indeed I am to be off to the USA, in only 2 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am totally wound….((EEK!!))&lt;br /&gt;Not due to the trip, no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;Due to all this school, how math + Science fry my mind, &lt;br /&gt;bedsides we all know grammar, spelling…are not my specialty either.&lt;br /&gt;O well, I shall quit looking around ‘n’ inward,&lt;br /&gt;‘N’ Jus’ recall all those’ people who love me, ‘n’ think I’m SMART!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of to the US I go!&lt;br /&gt;((EEKS))&lt;br /&gt;But it shall be so very grand! *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113321918648548746?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113321918648548746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113321918648548746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113321918648548746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113321918648548746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/traveling-to-usa.html' title='Traveling to the USA!!!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113228215660196180</id><published>2005-11-17T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:49:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute fabrication</title><content type='html'>If I married Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;all the gifts would stop.&lt;br /&gt;There'd never be no little elves&lt;br /&gt;to run about the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only pagan ritual,&lt;br /&gt;to this that we would keep,&lt;br /&gt; a lump of coal in stockings&lt;br /&gt;to children, don’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I married Santa Clause,&lt;br /&gt;these many things I’d change,&lt;br /&gt;and be an un-subservient wife,&lt;br /&gt; forever,&lt;br /&gt;all my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actually,&lt;br /&gt;don't we all truly find this very thing,&lt;br /&gt;to be the very thing I have aquired to,&lt;br /&gt;forever?&lt;br /&gt;All for me...&lt;br /&gt;Right than, sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113228215660196180?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113228215660196180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113228215660196180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113228215660196180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113228215660196180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/absolute-fabrication.html' title='Absolute fabrication'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113228156536715044</id><published>2005-11-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:39:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauteous creativity..of this song that is.. not ending. Hmm</title><content type='html'>(musical intro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A used&lt;br /&gt;Pink bathrobe,&lt;br /&gt;A rare&lt;br /&gt;mint snowglobe,&lt;br /&gt;A Smuf&lt;br /&gt;TV tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought&lt;br /&gt;On E-Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with&lt;br /&gt;This crap&lt;br /&gt;Shows up in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble wrap,&lt;br /&gt;Most every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I bought&lt;br /&gt;On E-bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I need another pet rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell my why&lt;br /&gt;I got that Alph alarm clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I bid on Shatner's old tupee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had it&lt;br /&gt;On E-bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy&lt;br /&gt;Your knick-nack.&lt;br /&gt;Just check&lt;br /&gt;My feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-plus-pluss&lt;br /&gt;They all say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love me&lt;br /&gt;On E-Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy:&lt;br /&gt;A slightly damaged golf pack,&lt;br /&gt;Some Beanie Babies&lt;br /&gt;New with tax,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From some guy&lt;br /&gt;I've never met in Norway&lt;br /&gt;Found him&lt;br /&gt;On E-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the type&lt;br /&gt;Who is liable to snipe you&lt;br /&gt;With two seconds left&lt;br /&gt;To go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Paypal or Visa&lt;br /&gt;Whatever'll please ya&lt;br /&gt;As long as I got&lt;br /&gt;The dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy&lt;br /&gt;Your chatchkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Sell me&lt;br /&gt;Your watch, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy, I'll buy,&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy, I'll buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm highest bidder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk keeps arriving&lt;br /&gt;In the mail&lt;br /&gt;From that&lt;br /&gt;world-wide garage sail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! A Dukes of Hazard ash tray!&lt;br /&gt;I bought it on E-bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy?&lt;br /&gt;A Packman Feaver lunch box?&lt;br /&gt;A case of vintage tube socks?&lt;br /&gt;A kleenex used by Dr. Dre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had it&lt;br /&gt;On E-Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy?&lt;br /&gt;That Farrah Fawcett poster?&lt;br /&gt;Pez dispencers and a toaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why&lt;br /&gt;The kind of stuff you'd throw away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy&lt;br /&gt;On E-Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I bought&lt;br /&gt;On E-Bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music fades out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113228156536715044?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113228156536715044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113228156536715044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113228156536715044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113228156536715044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/beauteous-creativityof-this-song-that.html' title='The beauteous creativity..of this song that is.. not ending. Hmm'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113221246863049509</id><published>2005-11-17T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:27:48.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Te-he*</title><content type='html'>That's generally life; we don't tend to enjoy what we do, until we are done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113221246863049509?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113221246863049509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113221246863049509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113221246863049509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113221246863049509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/te-he.html' title='*Te-he*'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113211729788424071</id><published>2005-11-15T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:01:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purrfectly oud</title><content type='html'>Olny srmat poelpe can. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.&lt;br /&gt;The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at&lt;br /&gt;Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a&lt;br /&gt;wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be&lt;br /&gt;in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed&lt;br /&gt;it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey&lt;br /&gt;lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I&lt;br /&gt;awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if you can raed tihs psas it on !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113211729788424071?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113211729788424071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113211729788424071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113211729788424071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113211729788424071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/purrfectly-oud.html' title='purrfectly oud'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113181950336062868</id><published>2005-11-12T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:18:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/146%20%20Oct%2016%20%2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/146%20%20Oct%2016%20%2705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113181950336062868?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113181950336062868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113181950336062868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113181950336062868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113181950336062868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-be-afraid.html' title='Not be afraid'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113146897624740313</id><published>2005-11-08T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:56:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv this song, I bought this CD for my Mommys birthday. Today is her day, Happy birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com/"&gt;Cry Out To Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by Mac Powell / Music by Third Day &lt;br /&gt;To everyone who's lost someone they love&lt;br /&gt;Long before it was their time&lt;br /&gt;You feel like the days you had were not enough&lt;br /&gt;when you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And to all of the people with burdens and pains&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you back from your life&lt;br /&gt;You believe that there's nothing and there is no one&lt;br /&gt;Who can make it right&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for the helpless&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the weary&lt;br /&gt;Love for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There is grace and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Mercy and healing&lt;br /&gt;He'll meet you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on&lt;br /&gt;They lost all of their faith in love&lt;br /&gt;They've done all they can to make it right again&lt;br /&gt;Still it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains&lt;br /&gt;You try to give up but you come back again&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you're not alone in your shame&lt;br /&gt;And your suffering&lt;br /&gt;When your lonely &lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the whole world is falling on you&lt;br /&gt;You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Cry to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To the widow who struggles with being alone&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the children around the world without a home&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113146897624740313?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113146897624740313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113146897624740313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113146897624740313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113146897624740313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-luv-this-song-i-bought-this-cd-for.html' title='I luv this song, I bought this CD for my Mommys birthday. Today is her day, Happy birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113146819639678108</id><published>2005-11-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:43:16.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenile ‘n’..me.</title><content type='html'>Old friends and new friends, and family too&lt;br /&gt;Life goes along, and I’m happy it do.&lt;br /&gt;Going from home, and staying close too,&lt;br /&gt;Life goes along, and I’m happy it do.&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork, drawing, and scrap-booking too.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes along, and I’m happy it do :P&lt;br /&gt;For this is my life, I’ll share some with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* "Do" was meant to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113146819639678108?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113146819639678108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113146819639678108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113146819639678108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113146819639678108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/juvenile-nme.html' title='Juvenile ‘n’..me.'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113113512063456384</id><published>2005-11-04T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:12:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mountains High" by: Delirius?</title><content type='html'>Sorrow came to visit us today&lt;br /&gt;Was the longest day, was the loneliest day&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow came to steal our hope away&lt;br /&gt;Only tears can tell&lt;br /&gt;Of this holy hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mountainâ€™s high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;This mountainâ€™s high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;Too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow came quicker than a fire&lt;br /&gt;Was the longest day, was the loneliest day&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hand, the warmth, your sweetest smile&lt;br /&gt;But you slipped away, through the great divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mountainâ€™s high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;This mountainâ€™s high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;This mountainâ€™s high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;This mountainâ€™s high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ways are high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;Your ways are too high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;Your ways are too high, too high for us&lt;br /&gt;Your ways are too high, too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;only you&lt;br /&gt;only you can pull me over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;only you&lt;br /&gt;only you can pull me over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull me, drag me, hold me, keep me, walk me while&lt;br /&gt;you pull me over it&lt;br /&gt;Take me, heal me, make me, break me, love me while&lt;br /&gt;you pull me over it&lt;br /&gt;Take me, heal me, make me, break me, love me while&lt;br /&gt;you pull me over it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113113512063456384?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113113512063456384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113113512063456384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113113512063456384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113113512063456384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/mountains-high-by-delirius.html' title='&quot;Mountains High&quot; by: Delirius?'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113052013005772520</id><published>2005-10-28T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:22:10.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>((~~Quotes from my family~~))</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wise men talk because they have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;Fools talk because they have to say something&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;+ Jonathan talks because he wants to say something&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113052013005772520?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113052013005772520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113052013005772520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113052013005772520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113052013005772520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/quotes-from-my-family.html' title='((~~Quotes from my family~~))'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113046121409344084</id><published>2005-10-27T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:20:27.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To adorable, not to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got you first&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Snow, I LOVE IT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I made myself a snowball&lt;br /&gt;As perfect as could be,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d keep it as a pet,&lt;br /&gt;And let it sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;I made it some pajamas,&lt;br /&gt;And a pillow for its head,&lt;br /&gt;Then last night it ran away,&lt;br /&gt;But 1st—it wet the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                        The Time is coming !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Let it snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You have just been hit with an e-mail snow ball!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Ball Fight  2005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; 2006!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rule to this game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can NOT hit someone who has already hit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go out there and get as many people as you can,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before they get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you first! and you can't get me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanee - Nanee - Nanee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We do not stop playing because we grow old;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we grow old because we stop playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Be The First To Get Old!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113046121409344084?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113046121409344084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113046121409344084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113046121409344084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113046121409344084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-adorable-not-to-share.html' title='To adorable, not to share'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552829.post-113017784486896873</id><published>2005-10-24T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:17:24.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Sean's adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/1600/ColumbiaEaster0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/470/320/ColumbiaEaster0419.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552829-113017784486896873?l=soobeyondthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113017784486896873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552829&amp;postID=113017784486896873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113017784486896873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552829/posts/default/113017784486896873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soobeyondthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/uncle-seans-adventure.html' title='Uncle Sean&apos;s adventure'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12370747682782430060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
