<?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-8843449149579148111</id><updated>2011-08-21T09:29:30.266-04:00</updated><category term='NCAA tournament'/><category term='templates'/><category term='Wicked'/><category term='finances'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Ligonier = lame'/><category term='books'/><category term='recruiting'/><category term='fennel'/><category term='CCC cards'/><category term='dave ramsey'/><category term='sub'/><category term='safety'/><category term='home'/><category term='summer'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='laundry'/><category 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term='money'/><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><subtitle type='html'>Where are you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8237672085887071847</id><published>2009-11-16T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:50:32.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy LeeLee'/><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>Realize that I haven't posted lately - I still like the idea of a blog, but I haven't been able to motivate myself to do it (probably because I have to internet).  I need some direction of what I want to post about other than wishy-washy Brett Favre. (see below).  Working on it! Have some thoughts down on my laptop but not sure how to organize them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8237672085887071847?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8237672085887071847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8237672085887071847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8237672085887071847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8237672085887071847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/11/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2911229264086298287</id><published>2009-09-08T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:34:21.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fickle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame posts'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a post - but I don't feel like it anymore. :)  Fickle.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2911229264086298287?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2911229264086298287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2911229264086298287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2911229264086298287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2911229264086298287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2125130524895396873</id><published>2009-09-03T16:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:10:09.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad choices'/><title type='text'>Amendment</title><content type='html'>Brett Favre, you're no longer Favrelous.  There's a time and a place for a comeback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAiHPv5u8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gxf2a_-IQCc/s1600-h/r295996_1273694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAiHPv5u8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gxf2a_-IQCc/s200/r295996_1273694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377335462962248642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAiBLcJZZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q5wAyvxdUHM/s1600-h/spears_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAiBLcJZZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q5wAyvxdUHM/s200/spears_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377335358726432146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAh4hwMrSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2vIaE-ceTzs/s1600-h/Jordan_Wizards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAh4hwMrSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2vIaE-ceTzs/s200/Jordan_Wizards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377335210097290530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but this is not one of them.  Neither was last time.  Or the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for questions regarding this conclusion, visit &lt;a href="http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-do-it.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-do-it.html"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2125130524895396873?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2125130524895396873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2125130524895396873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2125130524895396873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2125130524895396873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/09/amendment.html' title='Amendment'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAiHPv5u8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gxf2a_-IQCc/s72-c/r295996_1273694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-370632859822147314</id><published>2009-09-03T15:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:00:09.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campers'/><title type='text'>Great Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAfSO5iHPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/39Z5rTkLYAg/s1600-h/3799182863_f2cca0a2ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAfSO5iHPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/39Z5rTkLYAg/s320/3799182863_f2cca0a2ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377332353177885938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAfAwKC9nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c-cx6Wmd05o/s1600-h/3724032239_de51033c89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAfAwKC9nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c-cx6Wmd05o/s320/3724032239_de51033c89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377332052867872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAe6vQH5vI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xsjCFadz8GU/s1600-h/3798834152_ddf9021cba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAe6vQH5vI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xsjCFadz8GU/s320/3798834152_ddf9021cba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377331949545711346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run a camp in the summer - and here are some photos from that experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-370632859822147314?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/370632859822147314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=370632859822147314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/370632859822147314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/370632859822147314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-shots.html' title='Great Shots'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SqAfSO5iHPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/39Z5rTkLYAg/s72-c/3799182863_f2cca0a2ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-262002232257396215</id><published>2009-07-14T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:50:28.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts - summer camp happened! I'll update whenever possible.  Please pray for changed hearts and lives - and safety - for campers this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-262002232257396215?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/262002232257396215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=262002232257396215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/262002232257396215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/262002232257396215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-179280438357305875</id><published>2009-05-22T10:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:02:06.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city of champions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguins'/><title type='text'>Woot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/ShawKhvEEuI/AAAAAAAAALo/ktk81dPYnNA/s1600-h/ho_AAHM244_8x10~Evgeni-Malkin-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/ShawKhvEEuI/AAAAAAAAALo/ktk81dPYnNA/s320/ho_AAHM244_8x10~Evgeni-Malkin-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338648103195251426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could actually WATCH the games - thank you so much, DirecTV, for your awesome price hikes, blackouts, and other fabulous services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-179280438357305875?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/179280438357305875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=179280438357305875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/179280438357305875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/179280438357305875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/05/woot.html' title='Woot.'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/ShawKhvEEuI/AAAAAAAAALo/ktk81dPYnNA/s72-c/ho_AAHM244_8x10~Evgeni-Malkin-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5943973180358075675</id><published>2009-05-21T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:02:46.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Missions</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: It's been one of those days where the words just aren't flowing.  This post might not be a pretty read, so just imagine it's a blog version of Shakespeare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one day, I've heard more about missions in Uganda than I have in the course of my whole life.  Today, my friend &lt;a href="http://www.mikejonesblog.com"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;heads to Uganda with the pastor at his church, Scott, and a lot of other church leaders with Compassion International.  And just yesterday, I talked to my friend Rev. Kim Urbanik, founder and director of the &lt;a href="http://christiandramaschool.org"&gt;Christian Drama School of New Jersey&lt;/a&gt;, and she told me about an amazing mission that one of her former students, Cindy, took to Uganda in Summer 2008.  The CDSNJ kids managed to raise ten thousand dollars to help Cindy's mission, which provided education in drama, singing, English, math, and much more - including new property and a new school building.  The kids made these awesome tie-dye t-shirts for all 400+ kids at the school in Uganda.  &lt;br /&gt;Back in the states, the CDS decided to make their next drama pay homage to the kids in Uganda by incorporating African dance and songs into the show.  The show quickly became their most popular, and there are plans to perform it even more in the future. And this summer, 40 staff members at Ligonier Camp will be performing sections of this show for campers and sharing with them how one passionate person can indeed change the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what made me think about this post - Kim told me yesterday that a friend of hers is sponsoring a child through Compassion International, and she got a photo in the mail of her child from Uganda - wearing a tie-dyed cross t-shirt from the Christian Drama School.  Today, Mike and a group of US pastors are heading to Uganda to love kids through Compassion International.  I just started thinking about how two groups of people from two different areas are being used by God to touch the same group of kids.  And many groups of kids all across Uganda and the world.  How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5943973180358075675?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5943973180358075675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5943973180358075675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5943973180358075675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5943973180358075675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/05/missions.html' title='Missions'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1719821551891205615</id><published>2009-05-06T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:03:25.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SgGKmEbZpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/U1qnhGuKgnY/s1600-h/brett-favre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SgGKmEbZpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/U1qnhGuKgnY/s320/brett-favre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332695820411708770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Favre, you're Favrelous.  You really are.  But don't you dare come out of retirement (again) to play for a new team. This has to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1719821551891205615?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1719821551891205615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1719821551891205615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1719821551891205615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1719821551891205615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-do-it.html' title='Don&apos;t do it'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SgGKmEbZpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/U1qnhGuKgnY/s72-c/brett-favre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-9031757825356795217</id><published>2009-05-04T14:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:37:33.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy day activity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british accents'/><title type='text'>Movie love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sf81lV_8czI/AAAAAAAAALY/anv16PVpnmw/s1600-h/132844__finding_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sf81lV_8czI/AAAAAAAAALY/anv16PVpnmw/s320/132844__finding_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332039399506735922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie Finding Neverland yesterday.  Actually, I got it for 5.00 at CD warehouse because I remembered really enjoying it but I couldn't remember a lot of it.  I think I like it because it's appropriate for little children but the story has a very thoughtful element that will appeal to adults as well.  The story is really intriguing (who hasn't loved Peter Pan?) and I always appreciate knowing more about the authors of the plays and books I've read.  It's a cute movie, a little romantic, a little tragic, with a little fantasy, but I think the relationships between the characters are truly engaging and made the film.  It's made me think in a British accent all day. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Johnny Depp &amp; Kate Winslet are in it.  Two people, in my very uninformed and humble opinion, who are excellent actors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-9031757825356795217?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/9031757825356795217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=9031757825356795217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/9031757825356795217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/9031757825356795217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-love.html' title='Movie love'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sf81lV_8czI/AAAAAAAAALY/anv16PVpnmw/s72-c/132844__finding_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7388331813632143918</id><published>2009-03-21T09:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:52:14.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Costas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCAA tournament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitt'/><title type='text'>I'm beating Bob Costas</title><content type='html'>No, but really...I am.  When it comes to the NCAA tournament bracket challenge on ESPN.com, I am beating Bob Costas and tied with Mike Greenburg (of my favorite Mike &amp; Mike in the Morning show).  &lt;br /&gt;Just so you know: I've got Louisville, UConn, Pitt, and North Carolina as my final four.  Not super-original, I get it, since they're all #1 seeds, but what can I say? The ranking system keeps getting better and better, and those teams are good.  &lt;br /&gt;Once I finish interviews, it's back to the games. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7388331813632143918?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7388331813632143918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7388331813632143918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7388331813632143918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7388331813632143918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-beating-bob-costas.html' title='I&apos;m beating Bob Costas'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4127656988619726058</id><published>2009-03-09T09:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:55:41.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrell owens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill repute'/><title type='text'>You stay classy, Buffalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SbUfwwqHhcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nH-ZV4KMqck/s1600-h/2009-03-08T055924Z_01_BTRE5270GO400_RTROPTP_2_SPORTS-US-NFL-BILLS-OWENS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SbUfwwqHhcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nH-ZV4KMqck/s320/2009-03-08T055924Z_01_BTRE5270GO400_RTROPTP_2_SPORTS-US-NFL-BILLS-OWENS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311186258109105602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they only signed him for one year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4127656988619726058?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4127656988619726058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4127656988619726058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4127656988619726058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4127656988619726058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-stay-classy-buffalo.html' title='You stay classy, Buffalo'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SbUfwwqHhcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nH-ZV4KMqck/s72-c/2009-03-08T055924Z_01_BTRE5270GO400_RTROPTP_2_SPORTS-US-NFL-BILLS-OWENS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2739532200117463336</id><published>2009-03-05T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:38:38.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;America&apos;s Team&quot;'/><title type='text'>For what it's worth....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sa_j5FF7jfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7Z9oM8_TWTg/s1600-h/terrell-owens-popcorn-dallas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sa_j5FF7jfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7Z9oM8_TWTg/s320/terrell-owens-popcorn-dallas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713055452204530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here is my opinion on the sports topics of the day.  To clarify, I am as un-athletic as they come, but I watch a lot of sports and listen to lost of sports talk.  Disclaimer: Most of my facts/understanding of football terminology is probably erroneous.  I'm no journalist. But I enjoy talking about sports, and felt like weighing in.  What else is a blog for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to address the Terrell Owens situation.  The facts are that he has just been released by the Dallas Cowboys one year into a four year contract, which means that the Cowboys can no longer use the 9 million left on that contract to pay another player.  Silly? Maybe. Terrell Owens is an incredible football player and leads the league in touchdown receptions in a career. He also has put himself in a situation where no one will throw him any passes so that he can make more touchdown receptions.  Tony Romo, Jeff Garcia, and Donovan McNabb - all great quarterbacks - are on the list of people who will never throw to #81.  The issue? No, not TO's ridiculous off-the-field lifestyle or outrageous comments to the media, but the fact that he can't handle sharing the spotlight.  His latest issue is with tight end Jason Witten, whom he suspects has been secretly meeting with Tony Romo to create plays that exclude Owens.  This claim has spilled over into discontent among other players, concern among the coaching staff, and enough locker-room drama that even Cowboys owner Jerry Jones is willing to eat his words and send Terrell Owens back into the world of un-signed receivers.  This might be a terrible thing to say, but I really hope no one takes on TO for 2009. I think it is important to show that unlike many professional sports, the NFL is not willing to sacrifice the quality of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;team&lt;/span&gt; in order to let a superstar have his show.  &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, and this is just something I noticed on Mike &amp; Mike this morning, the NFL needs to keep the salary cap.  This past year, a collective bargaining agreement was not reached between the NFL players union and the organization, which means (I think) that in 2010, it's sort of a free-for-all. Right now, the salary cap in the NFL provides a sense of equality among all teams because even if you have more money, you can't use it to recruit players over a certain amount.  Then I saw this about baseball's recent salary spending:&lt;br /&gt;The New York Yankees budgeted $441 million for this year to sign 5 PLAYERS. The next closest team spent about $127 million dollars for 8 players.  Is it any wonder that the Yankees are the "winningest" franchise in baseball history where World Championships are concerned? &lt;br /&gt;Based on this, in my honest opinion, the NFL needs to keep the salary cap.  Also, selfishly, I love my Steelers, and the Rooneys are notoriously frugal.  On the other hand, you can afford to be frugal when you build your team through the draft!  &lt;br /&gt;This whole post probably bored many of you.  But I had fun writing it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2739532200117463336?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2739532200117463336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2739532200117463336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2739532200117463336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2739532200117463336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-what-its-worth.html' title='For what it&apos;s worth....'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sa_j5FF7jfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7Z9oM8_TWTg/s72-c/terrell-owens-popcorn-dallas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6745669453688615775</id><published>2009-03-04T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:04:34.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>I'm Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sa6S5bwhTsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/klxx7i4TItQ/s1600-h/fpu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sa6S5bwhTsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/klxx7i4TItQ/s320/fpu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309342526117859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the Financial Peace University course offered at my church, and created by Dave Ramsey, financial guru. Mostly Dave Ramsey reminds me of my Dad because he won't let you spend any money. (Just kidding, Dad!) But seriously, I enjoyed this course because it made me think more about how I manage God's money when it's in my wallet.  In the final lesson, The Great Misunderstanding, it really was made clear to me that money is not, was not, and never will be mine.  I simply use it to glorify God and to do his work.  Throughout high school and college, my schools and churches have all had different ways to manage money and to budget.    What I like about the Dave Ramsey one is that it balances out the necessity of saving money and having it for important things like college tuition and retirement, it's also very clear in saying that unless you are giving money away, it is a detriment to you. So having money is not bad, but "the love of money is at the root of all kinds of evil".  I think it has really put a lot of things in perspective for me, and I really want to take the class again sometime to better understand the details!&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who are unfamiliar with Financial Peace University, I'm including the 7 Baby Steps to Financial Peace.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have $1000 in the bank for an "emergency fund"&lt;br /&gt;2. Develop a debt snowball (pay off debts!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Save 3-6 months of expenses&lt;br /&gt;4. Invest 15% of your income&lt;br /&gt;5. Save for college tuition&lt;br /&gt;6. Pay off your house early&lt;br /&gt;7. Build wealth and give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have kids or a house, I only have 5 baby steps right now. :) Whew! I highly encourage anyone to take this class - it seems impossible to do, but it's not when it's all broken down this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6745669453688615775?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6745669453688615775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6745669453688615775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6745669453688615775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6745669453688615775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-weird.html' title='I&apos;m Weird'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sa6S5bwhTsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/klxx7i4TItQ/s72-c/fpu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8827073241964658408</id><published>2009-02-26T14:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:15:32.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaceful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refreshing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Early Riser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sabp26rTygI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8l80FxTomPc/s1600-h/painting_Herman-Single+Tree+Early+Morning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sabp26rTygI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8l80FxTomPc/s320/painting_Herman-Single+Tree+Early+Morning.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307186340575824386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up early.  No, let me be clear: I love being awake early! Waking up is the pits.  But being up, hitting the gym, showering &amp; getting ready, walking my dog, watching ESPN, spending quiet time, eating breakfast, packing a lunch, and drinking tea are all things I get done between about 6:50 and 9 am.  Today, I also read the paper! Of course, to be able to wake up, I've been going to bed a bit earlier, or at least "closing up shop" earlier.  I turn the TV off by about 8:30 pm, then wash my dishes, run the dishwasher, wipe down the counters, switch over the laundry, let the dog out, fill the humidifier, get my glass of water, and then curl up into bed with a good book.  I find that I am just a better organized person with an early night and an early morning, and I like the personnel at the Y early in the morning rather than the 5 o'clock crowd (mostly scantily dressed high-schoolers).  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mornings make me feel refreshed and ready to take on the day because I don't spend all my time thinking about what I have to do when I get home or how overwhelmed I will be after I am done with small group or class and still have to clean up the house! Now when I get home from my various activities, I get to relax and enjoy my time.  &lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling stressed and overwhelmed, I suggest early to bed and early to rise, even just for a few weeks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8827073241964658408?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8827073241964658408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8827073241964658408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8827073241964658408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8827073241964658408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-riser.html' title='Early Riser'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Sabp26rTygI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8l80FxTomPc/s72-c/painting_Herman-Single+Tree+Early+Morning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3110901176892029824</id><published>2009-02-24T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:54:01.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave ramsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>I'm doing two things for lent, and "giving up" something isn't directly involved.  But it will happen indirectly.  I understand the purpose behind the "giving up" in order to represent the suffering of Christ for 40 days in the desert.  But I've been thinking of things I could give up, and most of them are things that I am not heavily reliant on anyway (television, internet, junk food, reading).  I have what you might call "built in moderation" because I am busy in many ways.  But I have decided that in the same spirit, I'm going to adopt two things that will be a struggle for me, but that will ultimately be a joy.  &lt;br /&gt;1) Drink water.  I don't like it.  It tastes like nothing. I drink it when I go to the gym, or if it's really hot outside, but I mostly stick with juice or tea or milk.  But I know that water is good for me, and I notice immediately when I start drinking a good 64 ounces a day that I have prettier skin, more energy, and I feel healthier.  So I've got my pink nalgene all filled with agua, and it's off we go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Live on a Dave Ramsey approved budget.  I have had a "budget" in the past, but mostly it involved not spending too much money and having plenty left over at the end of the month.  Dave advises a zero-balance budget, because "mystery unused money" lying in a checking account gets spent on junk.  So I've balanced my budget precisely to the penny, I've got my envelopes all ready.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balancing my budget out was actually surprising.  I sat down with my calculator, bank statements, and Monthly Cash-Flow plan(from daveramsey.com) and figured out where I was spending too much and where I wasn't spending enough (can you say "giving" and "savings"?). I was spending very little on food, which I was sure would be the culprit.  I actually increased my food budget significantly and tithed fully as well as saved 10% of my income, while paying off my school loans a little extra each month, and still came up with extra cash.  That goes in the "blow money" which sounds like drug money, but really just means it's money that's there for my "Just in Case" moments. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think both things will be like "giving up" things, but really adopting things that I know God is calling me to.  I'll try to keep everyone updated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3110901176892029824?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3110901176892029824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3110901176892029824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3110901176892029824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3110901176892029824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2263775925754771555</id><published>2009-02-20T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:46:19.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fennel'/><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZ7BVMznA8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XLE0rt0DZ8k/s1600-h/stalk-fennel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZ7BVMznA8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XLE0rt0DZ8k/s320/stalk-fennel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304889981048128450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the right is a fennel bulb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZ7BOsL8GTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WKTtvOrlRjs/s1600-h/fennel_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZ7BOsL8GTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WKTtvOrlRjs/s320/fennel_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304889869212588338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is "sweet anise". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed fennel bulb, but it was labeled "Anise".  I thought, "There's no way that can be anise, I've seen it before, and it's star-shaped and grows on a bush!" I even picked up the bulb and smelled it to check, but I was wary, so I didn't take it home.  Turns out that many produce vendors mislabel fennel as "Sweet Anise" because of its mild licorice taste, but that it is, indeed, fennel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2263775925754771555?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2263775925754771555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2263775925754771555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2263775925754771555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2263775925754771555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZ7BVMznA8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XLE0rt0DZ8k/s72-c/stalk-fennel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2244126746379632807</id><published>2009-02-09T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:23:46.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Sixburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZCsuuUCT6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5FBBx5Qh5Mo/s1600-h/aa.opis-7012-mid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZCsuuUCT6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5FBBx5Qh5Mo/s320/aa.opis-7012-mid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300926680121102242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite photos from Super Bowl XLIII.  I watched the game over at Hot Metal Church in the South Side, and it was wild.  My parents even drove up from Florida to watch the game in da 'Burgh - and it was worth every minute of the tedious drive! The church recently acquired a new building - formerly a bar - so it had the feel of watching at a bar without all the drinking.  The place went nuts from the moment the guys came onto the field until the final turnover with 14 seconds remaining.  I spent the last 3 minutes of that game in a true panic - which was nothing compared to one of the boys at the church who had to walk back and forth, in and out of the room.  But I should have known that Big Ben would carry us through! It certainly was a Super Bowl to remember - and I sure will remember it, judging by all the Steelers memorabilia I am suckered into on a daily basis.  Don't worry - I'm not too crazy, but I did just get a shirt that says, "got six?" on the front and "da burgh does" on the back. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really like winning the Super Bowl because it means that there's Steelers talk all off-season, wondering about the draft, and the future of the team.  Plus, the game has been re-aired three times so far, with a fourth on Thursday night, so it's almost like the season hasn't ended.  Mike &amp; Mike bring up the team at least once daily, and usually more.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until it's out on DVD!  And I wonder if they'll include it on the "America's Game" list soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2244126746379632807?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2244126746379632807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2244126746379632807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2244126746379632807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2244126746379632807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/02/sixburgh.html' title='Sixburgh'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SZCsuuUCT6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5FBBx5Qh5Mo/s72-c/aa.opis-7012-mid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2840988090810002535</id><published>2009-01-27T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:55:00.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recruiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campers'/><title type='text'>Nine Days!</title><content type='html'>I'm going on a nine-day trip this week (and next).  I just thought it would be fun to list all of the places I get to go on this trip.  So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Hanover, PA&lt;br /&gt;Lancaster, PA&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown, PA&lt;br /&gt;Grantham, PA (Messiah College)&lt;br /&gt;Kutztown, PA&lt;br /&gt;Reading, PA&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh, PA&lt;br /&gt;Vienna, Va&lt;br /&gt;Arlington, VA&lt;br /&gt;Sterling, VA&lt;br /&gt;Westminster, MD&lt;br /&gt;Grove City, PA (Grove City College)&lt;br /&gt;Home!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of traveling, but I also get to see a lot of great people and kids.  Typically, my trips don't last quite this long, but this time it just worked out to be a little bit crazy.  The Super Bowl made it a little more wild, and my parents are coming, so I'll be "busting a move" from Reading to Pittsburgh for the big game.  My goal on this trip: try to accomplish something sort of fun &amp; memorable in the places that I visit.  For example, when I had to recruit in Baltimore, I went to Ellicott City, MD, to see where my grandmother had lived when she was first married.  I'm sure I'll find something interesting for this trip, too!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck (and good weather!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2840988090810002535?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2840988090810002535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2840988090810002535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2840988090810002535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2840988090810002535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/01/nine-days.html' title='Nine Days!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1927493967136544522</id><published>2009-01-24T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:46:56.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newbery'/><title type='text'>Newbery Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXtF78gwzxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qxsekNtJrXc/s1600-h/3124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXtF78gwzxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qxsekNtJrXc/s320/3124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294902683062292242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in case you were wondering, I'm making good headway on my Newbery Award Reading List.  Since September 1, 2008, I've read (drumroll please)....49 Newbery Award Winners!  I started with 2007, and I've made my way back to 1944.  I've missed some in between because they've been checked out of the library (you'll notice that the difference between 2007 &amp; 1944 is not 49), or because the library doesn't have a circulating copy.  But I'm working with the inter-library loan and we should be able to work that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyway, so far favorites are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo&lt;br /&gt;The View from Saturday by E.L. Konigsburg&lt;br /&gt;Maniac Magee by Jerry Spinelli&lt;br /&gt;The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin&lt;br /&gt;Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt&lt;br /&gt;The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A few not-so-favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Have I Loved by Katherine Patterson&lt;br /&gt;M.C. Higgins the Great by Virginia Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I've been pleasantly surprised by how great the books are! They're tough to put down.  Some of the not-so-favorites had rather adult themes about them, particularly, "Jacob Have I Loved", which bordered on the inappropriate.  I have a friend at church who is reading the Newberys with her kids, and I advised her to really check that one out before reading it aloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a new path to pursue in your reading, I highly recommend the Newbery list.  There's a lot of creativity and variety in them, and the stories are interesting and generally uplifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1927493967136544522?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1927493967136544522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1927493967136544522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1927493967136544522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1927493967136544522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/01/newbery-update.html' title='Newbery Update'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXtF78gwzxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qxsekNtJrXc/s72-c/3124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7496499956967283591</id><published>2009-01-23T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:42:50.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Also..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXoPioYpTdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MXVElzo71DY/s1600-h/04_NYJ2_Fans95_49853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXoPioYpTdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MXVElzo71DY/s320/04_NYJ2_Fans95_49853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294561399558196690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pittsburgh Steelers are going to the Super Bowl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pledge: wear at least one piece of Steelers bling/flair each day leading up to Super Bowl XLIII. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzannahpaul.blogspot.com"&gt;Zayn&lt;/a&gt;, a free t-shirt is coming your way.  And it's good...very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7496499956967283591?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7496499956967283591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7496499956967283591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7496499956967283591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7496499956967283591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/01/also.html' title='Also..'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXoPioYpTdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MXVElzo71DY/s72-c/04_NYJ2_Fans95_49853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8713639114696615220</id><published>2009-01-23T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:37:59.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXoMBA--U0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/my1MJ0iWnNE/s1600-h/DSC01889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXoMBA--U0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/my1MJ0iWnNE/s320/DSC01889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294557523510973250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wrote about this before, but I was walking my dog yesterday and thinking about how cool dog adoption is.  It was a pretty simple process, and I got to take home a dog that house trained and mellow, albeit a little strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that purebred puppies are really cute, and it's fun to be able to raise and instill your own doggie values into your pup.  But they also relieve themselves on your carpet, chew on your furniture or clothing, whine at night, go out five times a day, need lots of shots, and eventually, a spay or neuter (unless you are certified dog breeder).  Plus, they're expensive to "purchase".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got Angel (and no, I didn't name her), she was eight years old, eight pounds too heavy, and shy of strangers.  And though she is still a little overweight and shy, she's adjusted really well.  Plus, she lets me know when she needs to go out, she only goes out three times a day, she has no interest in chewing on anything but her own food &amp; treats, she needs only two shots a year, she's already spayed, and she is doing great welcoming "strangers" (strangers to her = friends to me) to the house - she even let Jim pet her belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is that adopting a dog can be a really rewarding experience because it's easier on you.  Also, it's good for that dog who can't find a home.  And your adopted dog will learn to love you because you have given it a home and a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8713639114696615220?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8713639114696615220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8713639114696615220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8713639114696615220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8713639114696615220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/01/adoption.html' title='Adoption'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SXoMBA--U0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/my1MJ0iWnNE/s72-c/DSC01889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5940257759760962553</id><published>2009-01-21T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:47:11.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>It's the  new year, and a time for new starts.  I generally get really excited about that "clean slate" feeling that a New Year can bring.  Unfortunately, the New Year was incredibly busy so far...and I feel far from "clean-slated".  I'm behind on my laundry, I missed my school loan payment (fortunately paid ahead, so no penalty), my work "to-do" list is a mile long, my last promo visit was a little slow, I have phone calls to return, I'm already behind on the 40-day challenge, and I have a boiler in my basement that goes out once every three weeks and spits soot all over, leaving my house at about 45 degrees.  Aughh! It has not been a pleasant start to the new year.  I desperately need some time to get my house in order and my brain on task.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I started thinking.  Who says I have to have my clean slate on January 1st? If I give my heart and my time to God today, he offers me that clean slate.  I don't have to decide on the first of the year to get in shape or commit time to God or to save for vacation, I can do it today! And while my mounds of laundry won't disappear by the time I get home tonight, my bad attitude about it should and will. It might mean that I need to take a day from work (I still have one comp day this week), and get my laundry done, get my Dave Ramsey-approved budget back under control, and get some food in my fridge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And call Suzannah to watch the "Countdown to the Crown" &amp; Miss America together.  It's my girly guilty pleasure. And also &lt;a href="http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/12/power-of-girly-candle.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5940257759760962553?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5940257759760962553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5940257759760962553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5940257759760962553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5940257759760962553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5294325688640136114</id><published>2008-12-24T16:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:47:57.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chirstmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...</title><content type='html'>Because of this song. Every year, the holiday season brings the advent of Jesus, and on a humorous note, this song by Johnny Angel &amp; The Halos.  Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santa Claus is Comin' Dahntahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better watch aht,&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better not paht,&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better not cry,&lt;br /&gt;I’m tellin yinz hauscome,&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin’ dahntahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s makin’ a list,&lt;br /&gt;He’s checkin’ it aht,&lt;br /&gt;He’s gonna find aht who’s nebby an ‘at,&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin’ dahntahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows if yinz is a jagoff,&lt;br /&gt;He can see inside yinz haus,&lt;br /&gt;He knows if yinz been workin’ hard,&lt;br /&gt;Or just sittin’ on yur caach (caach, caach, caach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,&lt;br /&gt;Jingle All the Way...&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' from Mahnt Worshington,&lt;br /&gt;Down where the Stillers.....are at. (Aw, C'mon guys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better watch aht,&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better not paht,&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better not cry,&lt;br /&gt;I’m tellin yinz hauscome.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin’ dahntahn!…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees yinz on the Nor'side&lt;br /&gt;In 'Sliberty and Sahside, too.&lt;br /&gt;He don't want yinz to be ascared&lt;br /&gt;Just do what yer asposed ta do. (Doo Doo Doo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better watch aht,&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better not paht,&lt;br /&gt;Yinz better not cry,&lt;br /&gt;I’m tellin yinz hauscome.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin’ dahntahn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://steeltownsports.blogspot.com"&gt;Steeltown Sports blog &lt;/a&gt;for the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not familiar with the Pittsburgh (or Pixburg) dialect will probably not understand this.  Make it your goal to visit Pittsburgh, and some of these things will be brought to light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5294325688640136114?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5294325688640136114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5294325688640136114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5294325688640136114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5294325688640136114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2877070999919178582</id><published>2008-12-22T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:23:47.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season to forget blogging...</title><content type='html'>Or something like that.  Yes, basically, I forgot to blog.  But things have been more and more busy, as the holidays often are.  I have only one Christmas gift left to buy, and a plane to jump on tomorrow morning to beautiful, sunny, 80 degree weather!  I never thought I would look forward to a sunny, warm Christmas, but after these few days of frigid temperatures and an all-together gloomy season so far, I would be happy simply to see the sun! In fact, the sun is such a novelty right now that my dog will lie in the little, teeny patch of sun that comes in the window onto the carpet in the living room.  (My house is angled poorly for winter sun, but boy does it rock in the summer.)&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to my mom yesterday, she said Emma had just finished her half-marathon (yay, Em!) and she did awesome, and now they were down at the hot tub, reading and relaxing.  That sounded absolutely wonderful to me, so I can't wait to get down there and take it easy.  Granted, there are so many of us in the little condo that I sleep on the floor on a mattress in Emma's room, but I can't complain because it's Christmas and I'll be home with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I also got cute and beautiful gifts yesterday from friends at church: thank you Tyler, Tori, Jenna, Emily, Maxine, and Debbie! I love them all.  And last night, a fun present from Jim &amp; Suzannah: a chance to play with little Dylan for a few hours!  It was fun to watch her get startled by the noisy wind we were (are) having...she kept looking around and saying, "bah? Guh?".  I commiserate with her - it was so loud! Only a Steelers win could have made the day better.  &lt;br /&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2877070999919178582?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2877070999919178582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2877070999919178582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2877070999919178582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2877070999919178582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-to-forget-blogging.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season to forget blogging...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6049595371542847615</id><published>2008-12-02T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:07:22.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candle'/><title type='text'>The Power of the Girly Candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/STVdLB9EiRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/p9LK6UxVmrQ/s1600-h/pBBW1-4655749v59x80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 59px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/STVdLB9EiRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/p9LK6UxVmrQ/s320/pBBW1-4655749v59x80.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275224982618933522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a candle in my office.  Which means that Jim and Mark have a candle in their office as well, and they used to say "aww, don't burn the girly candle" when I wanted to have a nice smell.  So I would wait until they were out of the office for the day, and then light the candle (Creamy Nutmeg, from Slatkin &amp; Co.).  And slowly, the candle has won them over...Mark more than Jim.  Jim thinks it smells good and everything, but Mark yesterday walked in and said the candle smelled really good and "made him feel like it was still Thanksgiving".  &lt;br /&gt;Amen.  The candle makes the work day better, hands down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6049595371542847615?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6049595371542847615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6049595371542847615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6049595371542847615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6049595371542847615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/12/power-of-girly-candle.html' title='The Power of the Girly Candle'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/STVdLB9EiRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/p9LK6UxVmrQ/s72-c/pBBW1-4655749v59x80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7764170304035439544</id><published>2008-11-17T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:26:15.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid Leeanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m an idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>Lamest thing ever</title><content type='html'>So, I sent my first accidental email today.  I mean, I've sent emails accidentally before, but it was always that I pressed "send" when I hadn't typed anything yet or something.  But instead, today, I meant to forward an email and instead I replied, and it is no good. :(  It was not a mean email by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn't a professionally written, properly sent email.  Here's the stage:&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from a very nice man wishing to be of some help to the camp through his skills and abilities.  He has written a book, and is an accomplished physician and teacher, as well as a Christian, and now he wants to give back.  &lt;br /&gt;I was so excited! I started to write back to him to get in touch about opportunities.  Then, halfway through, I realized Pat might want to talk with him regarding the capital campaign, etc. so instead I decided to forward the email to Patrick, suggesting to him that this man might be a great person to train staff for O-week, or to help as a nurse during the summer, or to help us raise some money for the capital campaign, because he probably has some great connections through his writing career. &lt;br /&gt;Now, none of that seems too bad, right? But to me, it feels terrible mercenary and unprofessional to send to someone outside the organization, which I did...when I replied, instead of forwarding.  I feel terrible! I would call if I could, but he didn't leave contact information at all. I always check and double check my emails...almost always, the spell check stops me, so I get a second to think.  But of course, not today, because the world is my enemy. Now to tell Patrick. &lt;br /&gt;I spent some time trying to figure out how to retract my email, but decided it would just be better if I sent an apology, which I did, and I will just pray for a pleasant reception. &lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7764170304035439544?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7764170304035439544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7764170304035439544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7764170304035439544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7764170304035439544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/11/lamest-thing-ever.html' title='Lamest thing ever'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3495485342429873089</id><published>2008-10-30T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:17:31.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse update</title><content type='html'>I got one.  This morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3495485342429873089?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3495485342429873089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3495485342429873089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3495485342429873089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3495485342429873089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/mouse-update.html' title='Mouse update'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8810317292237597999</id><published>2008-10-24T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:55:22.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowe&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Mouse in the House</title><content type='html'>There used to be this really funny TV show in Disney called Mouse in the House and it was all about Mickey, like a variety show with cartoons and songs.  It was so fun! &lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's not fun? Actually having a mouse in the house. &lt;br /&gt;I don't like the idea of poison in my house, just because I can picture myself accidentally eating it or my dog sniffing it out to devour.  Also, I don't love the idea of having anything die in my house - especially in my walls, where it might be smelly.  But my house mice seem to be particularly resistant to peppermint oil, which is what we use at work to keep mice out - and works fabulously! The mice at my house have eaten 2 cups of my long grain brown rice, which I love because you can make any meal go twice as far if you eat it over brown rice. Anyway, I've strategically placed poison where the mice can get it but my dog cannot, so hopefully tomorrow morning I will wake to a clean, uninhabited pantry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today's adventure was a pig roast at Lowe's.  Yup, you know Lowe's - you buy house paint and insulation there, and I ate pig there today.  There was a Commercial Partner's lunch today, and a bunch of us went down.  Additionally, two of the representatives to commercial groups are Tony and Tim, who go to my church and I see every Sunday.  It's always fun to see church friends out in the community - a reminder of how God uses each of us as ministers, even if we wear a tool belt instead of a preacher's collar.  Did I mention the pig was good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8810317292237597999?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8810317292237597999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8810317292237597999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8810317292237597999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8810317292237597999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/mouse-in-house.html' title='Mouse in the House'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6469101619919710725</id><published>2008-10-23T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:28:36.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charter oak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>Volunteering = making friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SQB7xglcd0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/t96V6wz6tUA/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SQB7xglcd0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/t96V6wz6tUA/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260340455259535170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people my age are probably dealing with a lot of the same things I am - getting adjusted to being in the work force and not being surrounded by other young adults to hang out with.  That's pretty normal.  But thank goodness for church.  My church, &lt;a href="http://www.charteroakumc.org"&gt;Charter Oak&lt;/a&gt; has been such a blessing! I have been going there for almost a year now, and the different ministries that I've been volunteering have really helped me find a home there.  Going to a big church was overwhelming at first because I felt all alone and out of place for a while, though everyone was friendly.  But once I joined my small group, and especially since I've started with the kids' ministries, I feel like I have people to talk to during coffee hour, and I've actually had a mom threaten to send her kids to sit with me in church when they misbehave! Working with kids really does help you to know adults, too, because you meet the other leaders and all the kids' parents.  And if the kids know you, the parents do.  &lt;br /&gt;So if you're out there feeling out-of-sorts or disconnected from your fellowship or your church, jump in and volunteer in any way you can! It really allows you to develop a community of people so church isn't just showing up for worship and then sneaking out the back. I wish I had learned that earlier - it would have made my first few years of college much more smooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6469101619919710725?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6469101619919710725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6469101619919710725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6469101619919710725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6469101619919710725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/volunteering-making-friends.html' title='Volunteering = making friends'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SQB7xglcd0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/t96V6wz6tUA/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1120648612917459138</id><published>2008-10-16T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:17:18.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaders'/><title type='text'>So fun</title><content type='html'>There's a local church leadership group here for a retreat and training this weekend.  They're in the room next to my office right now, and they are hilarious.  It's such a blessing to witness a church staff that works together well, serves a huge congregation, communicates easily, and has a blast doing it.  They are laughing in a "pee-your-pants" sort of way playing a game together.  It's so refreshing to see a group of people that glorify the Lord together and truly enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1120648612917459138?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1120648612917459138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1120648612917459138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1120648612917459138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1120648612917459138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-fun.html' title='So fun'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5791214294678058315</id><published>2008-10-16T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:48:35.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Ballad of the Plagued</title><content type='html'>Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.  But God has maintained my sense of humor throughout this cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5791214294678058315?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5791214294678058315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5791214294678058315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5791214294678058315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5791214294678058315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/ballad-of-plagued.html' title='Ballad of the Plagued'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7541455454734577028</id><published>2008-10-13T16:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:31:57.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moolah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook'/><title type='text'>Requiem for a Machine</title><content type='html'>My MacBook, at two years and four months, has bitten the dust, kicked the bucket, and said its final goodbyes.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, not really.  The hard drive is full to bursting (and I don't have much stuff), the airport doesn't work, the optical drive scratches my DVDs (yes, when I put in a new DVD, it comes out with scratches).  At that point, the Apple Genius told me it would be best to get a new hard drive (third one)...but of course, if I did get a new hard drive, it might not fix it, and then I'd have a new hard drive that I didn't need.  And that was all before the battery (already on my second one!) was no longer recognized by the system and fails to charge.  Woohoo.  &lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I'm selling it for parts and finding a new laptop.  And not necessarily a Mac.  I know they are top rated in many ways, but I have been repeatedly disappointed in the quality of basic functionality of the machine, as well as the helpfulness of the Apple store locally (and frankly, the one in Chicago).  Thankfully, in those situations, my dad has been there to have a heart-to-heart with the manager to get me the stuff covered by my warranty, or else I've cried, which is almost as effective with "computer nerds". ;) &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that has me considering another MacBook is that 1. Apple is releasing a new notebook computer tomorrow, supposedly, so the MacBook prices may drop after a month and 2. I bought my MacBook when it was a brand-new laptop for Apple, and the kinks hadn't been worked out.  3. All my stuff is in "Apple" format (including some iMovies that I've made, but can't alter because my hard drive is so full) and some stationary templates for work through Mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cons? 1. My first MacBook was a gift, which is why I could afford it. :) 2. My work computers are all PC's and my parents both have PC's.  3. I'm not sure that I can afford a Mac with good features AND the apple care for three years, which they've proven is a necessity (even since my parents have offered to cover half of my purchase).  4.  It broke a lot.   A LOT.  I'm three hard drives later, two batteries later, an optical drive that worked for a year, and an airport that hasn't worked consistently since last June, despite many a visit to the Shadyside store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, it's frustrating.  I really find a laptop to be good when I travel so much because it helps me to work from my promo locations, to find myself when I get lost (thank you, Panera in Herndon, VA) and to fill up time in between interviews at a coffee shop in Rocky River.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should I do? Anybody have a consumer reports membership that they wanna lend me? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7541455454734577028?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7541455454734577028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7541455454734577028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7541455454734577028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7541455454734577028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/requiem-for-machine.html' title='Requiem for a Machine'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2619141556901878512</id><published>2008-10-10T09:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:48:34.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligonier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's Fort Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SO9dK8djgNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jS_FZwi25mU/s1600-h/fld-diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SO9dK8djgNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jS_FZwi25mU/s320/fld-diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255521732774822098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Fort Ligonier Days.  It's less a celebration of a battle and more an excuse to have a parade and eat a ton of food.  It's basically the best weekend of the year, except for the weekend that we have the ice carving contest and then all the really bad kids come through during the night and knock over the sculptures and then we installed a webcam to catch the miscreants every year.  Back on topic, Fort Days is that time of the year where we celebrate Ligonier's history, which this year hits a milestone at 250 years (just like Pittsburgh).  So while Fort Days is always a blow-out, taking my town of 1250 people to roughly 100,000, this year is bound to be even more intense.  Things I'm most excited for? The gyros sold by Antiochan Village (a camp down the road), chocolate covered strawberries on a stick, everything at the Sand Hill berries booth, fresh buckwheat flour, and hanging out with my sister and hopefully &lt;a href="http://suzannahpaul.blogspot.com"&gt;Suzannah&lt;/a&gt; and Dylan for a while. It's going to be great! &lt;br /&gt;Want to know more? Check out www.ligoniercam.com for the aforementioned live webcam (no, I wasn't kidding!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2619141556901878512?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2619141556901878512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2619141556901878512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2619141556901878512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2619141556901878512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fort-days.html' title='It&apos;s Fort Days'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SO9dK8djgNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jS_FZwi25mU/s72-c/fld-diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8718703924886799043</id><published>2008-10-09T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:00:38.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SO5w0KEskxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JsjzqYp7JYI/s1600-h/jon-kate-plus8-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SO5w0KEskxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JsjzqYp7JYI/s320/jon-kate-plus8-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255261856547509010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying a new recipe tonight! Roasted Butternut squash and feta pie.  My favorite part? All I have to get is a premade pie crust and I'm ready to go - I have all the rest! I'll let you know how it turns out.  Tonight is cooking &amp; cleaning night after all...Thursdays are just that way.  It's easy to get pumped to clean with an episode of the Office to look forward to. :) And I can further indulge in my Jon and Kate Plus Eight addiction, of which I am sufficiently ashamed.  Those kids are cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8718703924886799043?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8718703924886799043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8718703924886799043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8718703924886799043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8718703924886799043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SO5w0KEskxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JsjzqYp7JYI/s72-c/jon-kate-plus8-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-9207200921663183239</id><published>2008-10-09T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:32:04.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking a new template</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Things might look weird for a few days because I'm experimenting with new templates, and I can't find one that I like.  So please be patient as I shuffle things around. :) Should be up and running soon. &lt;br /&gt;Leeanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-9207200921663183239?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/9207200921663183239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=9207200921663183239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/9207200921663183239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/9207200921663183239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/picking-new-template.html' title='Picking a new template'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7354178902625013758</id><published>2008-10-08T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:07:55.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaylin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallowboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Idlewild Trip</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Kaylin and I went to Idlewild Park's "Hallowboo" celebration.  It was great! We trick-or-treated at the Storybook Forest, and rode on as many of the rides as we could stomach (literally - we both get motion-sick on rides!), and ate a ton of tasty, terrible-for-us food.  &lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderfully nice day - the sun was out, the temperature maybe hit 70 degrees, and there was a light breeze - just enough to make us wobble a bit on the ferris wheel. After filling ourselves with cotton candy, lemonade, dippin' dots ice cream, and Potato Patch french fries, we headed home to a delicious dinner of potato soup, homemade bread, and hubbard squash (is that how you spell it?). &lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was just hanging out with Kaylin and talking about our families and friends and just having "girl time" in a fun place.  This summer, we went to a movie, and now we've been to the theme park, so next time we're planning a sleepover, complete with "Enchanted" and a living-room picnic.  We're even going to invite Mara, Kaylin's (almost) four-year-old sister to stay.  It's good to have girl time! I'll post pictures from the park when I have my camera handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7354178902625013758?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7354178902625013758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7354178902625013758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7354178902625013758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7354178902625013758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/idlewild-trip.html' title='Idlewild Trip'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4303506573583561900</id><published>2008-10-03T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:01:09.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biden'/><title type='text'>Debate</title><content type='html'>So, a month ago I was really excited for the vice presidential debate.  And then last night when it came on, I was mostly just bummed about having to wait another week to watch the Office.  I watched a few minutes of the debate and then got bored, believe it or not.  I am ready to vote, I am ready for the "politicing" to be over, I am just tired.  I'm excited to see how our country will change following this election, but I am also fairly confident that the change will not be the great and monumental transformation that both parties have promised, so mostly I'm just ready to stop with the talking and start with the voting. :)  And while I do have convictions regarding my vote and who I would prefer to see in the White House, I just can't seem to justify the time and frustration that this campaign has caused for myself and others. I have had people who I love and care about completely ignore me during this campaign because of my lack of passion for one candidate or another, I have been called an idiot because of choices I make and how they influence the way I vote.  It's also been very clearly implied that because I am voting the way I feel called, I am not a very good follower of Jesus.  So I'm pretty much ready to just vote and have it over with.  After all, there's going to be slander and party politics as much after this election as before, regardless which candidate is selected by the American people, which makes it difficult for me to get incredibly excited about watching two candidates battle it out behind a podium for 90 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;That all said, I will definitely read the transcript of the debate because 1)I do think it's important to be up-to-date on what's going on and 2) for some reason, written word makes my skin crawl less. :)  &lt;br /&gt;I would love to sit down with Sarah Palin and talk about her family, her faith, how she makes her marriage work, and swap recipes (and hopefully acquire some ways to prepare moose).  I would love to sit down with Joe Biden and talk about growing up in PA and Delaware and our mutual love of sports.  I just don't feel like listening to them talk about foreign policy right now. &lt;br /&gt;So instead, I turned my volume off and read my latest Newbery Award Winner.  Ahh, kid's books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4303506573583561900?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4303506573583561900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4303506573583561900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4303506573583561900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4303506573583561900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate.html' title='Debate'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2215429940363432217</id><published>2008-10-01T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:38:14.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligonier = lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>front row!</title><content type='html'>Emma and I won the Wicked lottery last night...it was great! We sat in the very front row, which was cool because you could see the performers facial expressions.  I enjoyed this experience way more than any other musical theater experience (short of performing, of course) because I could actually see actors emitting emotion.  Even the best actor in the world can't communicate a wink to the second row of the balcony without it looking completely comical.  It was so fun! Of course, going to see musical theater always reminds me that I want to be on Broadway, or at least be a part of a musical again someday.  I love to sing and dance, so it would be a blast...but I haven't done either in a performance venue in a long time.  Going out to see others perform just reminds me of how much I miss it!  But that's a testament to the great job that the company did last night at Wicked in Pittsburgh.  &lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'll be a camp director and reap the benefits of making lots of phone calls and emails to recruit campers for the Kingdom! :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sister for a fun night out last night! Love you, Emma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2215429940363432217?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2215429940363432217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2215429940363432217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2215429940363432217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2215429940363432217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/10/front-row.html' title='front row!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3191889903189880984</id><published>2008-09-30T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:23:28.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lane Kiffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Davis stinks'/><title type='text'>The Raiders</title><content type='html'>Something has been bothering me.  In the big picture of life, it's not that big of a deal.  But in the world of football, it really gets on my nerves.  Here it is: why is Lane Kiffin being fired? I know his team, the Oakland Raiders, are not playing well.  They haven't been playing well for many, many years and Coach Kiffin has only been there for a year, yet he is expected to be fired today in the middle of the season because his team has gone 0-4.  That's just ridiculous.  And here's why.  Lane Kiffin (or any head coach, for that matter) is not the problem with the Oakland Raiders.  They could hire Bill Belichick and nothing would get better because the problem is Al Davis, the owner of the team. He is too involved in the day-to-day coaching decisions that should be the responsibility of the head coach, in this case, Lane Kiffin.  It is impossible to run a team (or any organization) with the confusion that the staff and players have to deal with.  Who's really in charge? Do I listen to the coach or the owner during practice? The coach has no choice, really, about what the owner says and he can't overstep his bounds in that situation. So the team members don't have a clear leader, the coach can't garner any respect from them, and the lines of communication are a mess.  No wonder the team is falling apart, and no wonder Lane Kiffin is being fired.  If the owner of a team isn't willing to let the coach do his job, then the team will never be functional, much less sucessful. &lt;br /&gt;Al Davis is the problem at Oakland.  I'm sure Coach Kiffin has made mistakes, but I think he could be a good head coach in the NFL if he were actually allowed to be one.  How frustrating for the players and fans of that team.  Even with our terrible offensive play last night, I'm thankful that I was born a Steelers fan!  The Rooneys have done a terrific job and I am confident they will continue to operate that way, regardless of ownership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3191889903189880984?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3191889903189880984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3191889903189880984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3191889903189880984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3191889903189880984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/raiders.html' title='The Raiders'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5818262444181001814</id><published>2008-09-28T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:45:14.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCC cards'/><title type='text'>Small group</title><content type='html'>I teach small group at church for fourth grade girls.  They are sweet and adorable and dying to talk to a "big kid" like me, which is fun. :) They also talk ninety miles a minute about anything in the world, and are VERY high energy.  I love talking with them! But it does make for a difficult setting for our small group - especially since they've just come from sitting still for half an hour for large group.  I've been experimenting with ways to make our time productive as well as social.  The results so far: Lesson planning is helpful, but not tremendously; a different location helped as long as there were NO distractions (water fountains are too much of a distraction); board games involved too much time between turns so they got overexcited; today we did Christ, Community, Challenge cards. (They're something we do at the camp to have kids set goals for themselves).  They actually listened, spread out quietly, and filled out their cards well.  It was fun to see what they wrote.  I gave them examples of goals, and let them read mine, but they each came up with one true original goal somewhere on their cards.  One girl wanted to "do my part to make our group less noisy", another "I want to find out how to be friends with God", and another "I want to listen more and talk less".  It was so cute! Now I am trying to think of a way to keep them engaged in reaching those goals, and continuing to check back and hold themselves accountable.  I know it's doable, but in only 20 minutes a week? It's tough!&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Pittsburgh for a promo/reunion in the South Hills.  Have a great Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5818262444181001814?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5818262444181001814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5818262444181001814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5818262444181001814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5818262444181001814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/small-group.html' title='Small group'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4610289815762717816</id><published>2008-09-25T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:45:26.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh produce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>My cooking habits</title><content type='html'>So, something I love is allrecipes.com with the Ingredient search function.  I can type in whatever I have in my fridge that is about to go bad, and they will give me a list of recipes. (Just for reference, don't type in zucchini, potatoes, tomatoes because nothing really has all three that still sounds tasty).  So instead, I'm cooking up some chocolate zucchini bread to bring to work and give to friends (I have one big zucchini in my fridge), roasted garlic potato wedges, and salsa. I try to use Thursday nights for my cooking for the next week, and since it's just me, I usually make one dessert and one sizeable entree (this week it's hamloaf).  I can adjust from there, but mostly I just eat the same thing every night for the week, but mix up the side dishes. :) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I'll have used up all of my ingredients from the market for the past two weeks (kale, zucchini, potatoes, fresh peaches, apples) and my brown rice from the food co-op (rice pudding, this tasty pea stir-fry), I can try a new type of produce this weekend.  Turnips, here I come.  Just kidding.  But who knows what will be next? It's almost butternut squash season....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4610289815762717816?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4610289815762717816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4610289815762717816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4610289815762717816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4610289815762717816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cooking-habits.html' title='My cooking habits'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7218195081303468780</id><published>2008-09-23T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:24:21.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SNjsuyHpYRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fDADmMQSo0g/s1600-h/wicked_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SNjsuyHpYRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fDADmMQSo0g/s320/wicked_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249205654172295442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not for sure or anything, but basically, Emma and I are entering the lottery for Wicked Tickets on Thursday night.  If we win the lottery, we get two front row seats for twenty-five dollars, which is a steal! Especially since the show is leaving Pittsburgh next month.  If we don't win, well, we'll do something else fabulous.  But wish us luck! &lt;br /&gt;My dinner last night with Emma was great - we went out to John Harvard's Pub near Hidden Valley Resort.  I had a five-dollar coupon, and Em was in the mood for a good beer, so we stopped by.  It was really great! LOVED the lobster bisque, and our waitress was just wonderful - loved talking about her kids.  Then Emma bonded with Angie, my little dog, and headed back to the big city.  It was great to see her and hang out - a perfect birthday celebration. Thanks, Emma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7218195081303468780?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7218195081303468780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7218195081303468780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7218195081303468780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7218195081303468780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-night.html' title='Thursday Night'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SNjsuyHpYRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fDADmMQSo0g/s72-c/wicked_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8748179568087201760</id><published>2008-09-17T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:35:18.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadside dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venison'/><title type='text'>Our Very Special Dinner</title><content type='html'>Jim called and invited me over to have dinner with he and Suz and Dylan.  Jim's a hunter, and he was trying out venison ribs that night for dinner and wanted a few brave souls to test them.  It was a great dinner - fresh, sweet honeydew melon (the best I've had), a mixed green salad, fresh homemade whole-grain bread, and ribs.  The boys loved the ribs, and Suzannah and I ate our own servings, but weren't blown away by them.  It would be worth trying again, though, because I typically love venison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it struck me.  Deer season was over about 10 months ago, and won't begin again until November 23 or so.  Where did this deer come from? Jim follows the law carefully, and would never hunt out of season.  So I asked.  Jim said the deer was in their yard and it was injured, so they called the game commission and they came and shot the deer.  Why was the deer injured, you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT WAS ROADKILL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not road"kill" exactly, more like road"wound" or road"maim", but it all boils down to the fact that the venison I ate for dinner was hit by a car about eight hours before right off Route 711. Evidently, the camp has a scavenging license so that we can clean up our roadsides.  However, it also means we can eat anything we clean up.  So thanks to someone's Chevy truck (who am I kidding...this is Western PA, it was probably a Ford truck), dinner is served.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy that story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8748179568087201760?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8748179568087201760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8748179568087201760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8748179568087201760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8748179568087201760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-very-special-dinner.html' title='Our Very Special Dinner'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4504269585595471364</id><published>2008-09-16T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:24:44.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Office'/><title type='text'>Little dog</title><content type='html'>I got a little dog this week.  She is eight years old, a beagle, and I adopted her from an animal shelter in a nearby town. She's very sweet, her name is (and has been for eight years) Angel.  I think I might start calling her Angela, because then she would be named after my favorite character from The Office.  She's been very kind and sweet, but is a little afraid of small children, so we're going to the obedience trainer to take care of that (chances are, she was abused at her last house, because she gets very, very afraid when I say "no" to her).  She's very mellow, and likes to go for walks and sleep on the furniture (that's next on the obedience list).  Currently we are working on sitting outside the kitchen when I'm in there cooking instead of right under my feet, which she is adjusting to nicely.  &lt;br /&gt;She's very fun! I'm excited to have a "roomie". :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4504269585595471364?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4504269585595471364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4504269585595471364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4504269585595471364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4504269585595471364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-dog.html' title='Little dog'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5014279089392207917</id><published>2008-09-08T09:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:54:34.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekly Wal-Mart experience</title><content type='html'>I don't love Walmart.  I'm not really politically opposed to Wal-mart, but I generally don't enjoy going there because it's crowded, there are never enough lanes open, and the store is a magnet for small children throwing fits.  Also, you can never find an employee when you most need one.  So I don't love going there.  But because I live in a tiny town, sometimes I have to make a trip to Wal-Mart to get even the most basic items .  This week my trip was quite fun.  Despite the fact that I wasn't able to purchase the item I needed (rubbermaid containers) because they had all been shelved without UPC labels, one man brought me joy.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the aisle by the kitchen utensils, and I suddenly hear behind me (in ringing, clear tones) someone singing "We Bow Down".  Not quiet, not under his breath, but right out there for all to hear...but not quite at "crazy dude" level either.  The best part? I turned around, and he's clearly hard-core biker.  Head to toe in leather, boots, a vest with fringe, and a 'do-rag that was all black with big, yellow crosses on it.  It was the best! He looked like a big thug biker, and he was singing to Jesus in  Wal-mart.  It made my day!  Keep on singing, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://suzannahpaul.blogspot.com"&gt;Suzannah&lt;/a&gt; for the encouragement to share this story with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5014279089392207917?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5014279089392207917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5014279089392207917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5014279089392207917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5014279089392207917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekly-wal-mart-experience.html' title='My weekly Wal-Mart experience'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2340941136319865271</id><published>2008-09-04T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:26:13.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! My fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SL_h7puz1xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gNmeeWmCHN8/s1600-h/1c0991b015a89a83b2394ab8931a83d2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SL_h7puz1xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gNmeeWmCHN8/s320/1c0991b015a89a83b2394ab8931a83d2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242156906213267218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, part of coming home from vacation after a long summer of work includes cleaning house.  Like, really cleaning house.  Yesterday, it took me two hours just to tackle the bathroom and the kitchen, but man, do they look good.  All the nasty little bugs of the windowsill, bleached shower curtains, and everything smells wonderfully clean! Now on to the living room (which means vacuuming...I hate it) and the hallway, which needs a lot (A LOT) of work.  I don't even want to think about the front yard right now - weeds, weeds, weeds! &lt;br /&gt;But it's such a good feeling to have the house clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2340941136319865271?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2340941136319865271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2340941136319865271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2340941136319865271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2340941136319865271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-my-fingers.html' title='Ah! My fingers!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SL_h7puz1xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gNmeeWmCHN8/s72-c/1c0991b015a89a83b2394ab8931a83d2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2415862376870875094</id><published>2008-09-03T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:32:11.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dining Hall</title><content type='html'>Outside my office right now is the sound of a huge machine digging holes in the ground.  It's really cool, because it means our new dining hall is going to be built for next summer, and it's really terrible, because that noise will be going on all day, every day for the next seven or eight months.  That's a lot of noise outside my office.  Jim and I have considered changing the "no iPods in the office" rule because of the noise issue.  It will be strange. &lt;br /&gt;I had a great small group last night - I just love the ladies that I get to meet with, and we're doing a new study that's all about humility.  It has some pretty intense reminders of how pride really looks, and we all had a hard time even confronting the aspects of pride that we deal with daily.  It is really good to meet in a group like that, though, to be reminded that the daily struggles I deal with are not mine alone.  It's just been great to meet at Kate's and talk about life and faith and pray together...maybe we'll even do some singing next week.  One of our focuses this week is to remember God's holiness, so maybe I'll pick some songs that we can sing together.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2415862376870875094?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2415862376870875094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2415862376870875094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2415862376870875094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2415862376870875094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-dining-hall.html' title='New Dining Hall'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5764276182550575967</id><published>2008-08-30T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:01:59.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SLlDgOycnpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YxaXNAJVkAo/s1600-h/starbucks_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SLlDgOycnpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YxaXNAJVkAo/s320/starbucks_cup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240293862426844818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early this morning to watch a little about Hurricane Gustav, and then Daisy and I got bored a little while in.  The tragedy of working at camp (for me) is that I can't stop waking up at 6:40 every day now, so I've been getting up early every day, well before mom and dad, and then getting a little bored.  So today, I felt like I finally knew where they lived and how to get to Starbucks - so Daisy and I took a ride.  We jumped in the car (well, I jumped, and Daisy needed a lift - that happens when you're an old dog, I suppose), and waved to Latisha (the security lady at the gate), and rolled on down the road just about a mile to the hoppin' Starbucks.  A cool surprise was that my gift card had a ton of cash left on it from Easter, and so my Vanilla Latte was free. :) And Daisy got a little doggy treat from the girl at the drive-thru window.  A fun outing for both!&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for eggs benedict, a trip to the beach, and a little prayer for the families evacuating to escape Gustav (including Pawpaw and Grandmaw and Uncle Russ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5764276182550575967?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5764276182550575967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5764276182550575967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5764276182550575967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5764276182550575967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/tasty-treat.html' title='Tasty treat'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SLlDgOycnpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YxaXNAJVkAo/s72-c/starbucks_cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4248899901348600260</id><published>2008-08-25T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:44:14.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days in to vaca</title><content type='html'>Vacations are nice...already, we've done a ton and Emma is now on her plane back to Pittsburgh.  Last night, we hung out with my Dad's sister and her family, and with Ga, and it was a blast! We played some Cranium and chatted and ate lobster tails, fried fish, and lots of other goodies.  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also writing my postcards home to my small group girls - I'm so excited to meet them.  I grabbed a stack of fairly non-descript Florida postcards, and somewhere in that pile I accidently picked up one with a half-dressed man in it.  I'm just glad I checked before I wrote and mailed it out! :) &lt;br /&gt;Today, Mom and I will go to the gym and just take the rest of the day in stride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4248899901348600260?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4248899901348600260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4248899901348600260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4248899901348600260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4248899901348600260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-days-in-to-vaca.html' title='Two days in to vaca'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-9110428388135707181</id><published>2008-08-23T08:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:46:35.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flordia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tropical storm Fay'/><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>Emma and I made it to Florida.  Granted, it's pretty dead right now and gloomy, but the sun has just broken through and the intercoastal waterway is sparkling outside the window.  We're planning to hit up the tapas place today, and then hang out this evening. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's trip was great, surprisingly.  Definitely ordained by God.  We arrived at Pittsburgh in plenty of time to enjoy a quick chips and queso at Qdoba, and then jump on the plane to Atlanta.  In Atlanta, our flight was listed as being an hour delayed, so we headed down the hall to grap an appetizer and a drink during the three-hour layover.  Well, turns out the TV monitors were wrong, and the flight was leaving on time, so we loaded on the plane and headed out to Jax only about 10 minutes behind.  Turns out we were one of three flights that hadn't been cancelled to Jacksonville all day - we barely made it.  The flights all around us and behind us were cancelled for the evening.  It's so good to be here!&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sun doesn't shine on the beach all week, it doesn't matter, because I'm relaxing! It's the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-9110428388135707181?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/9110428388135707181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=9110428388135707181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/9110428388135707181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/9110428388135707181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6333220391415785505</id><published>2008-08-21T09:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:03:15.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>A Nice Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK1tNXQbveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6vdjiLUxXBI/s1600-h/tasting_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="flohttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif&lt;br /&gt;Add Imageat:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK1tNXQbveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6vdjiLUxXBI/s320/tasting_room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236962018050424290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to go to Florida! My parents and I ate at this wonderful tapas restaurant last time we were in St. Augustine called "The Tasting Room".  It had delightful dishes, from a Smoked Chorizo Platter to Balsamic Manchengo Cheese with Mascerated Cherries to Tres Leches Cake.  It was amazing.  And so this week, when I go to Florida, and Emma comes along, we will be begging to head back town to St. Augustine and the Tasting room for some delicious tapas.&lt;br /&gt;Also, while I'm in Florida, I will be eating seafood with the Crisps, most likely, and enjoying a nice trip down the &lt;a href="http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/fabulous.html"&gt;Itchetuknee River!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6333220391415785505?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6333220391415785505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6333220391415785505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6333220391415785505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6333220391415785505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-trip.html' title='A Nice Trip'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK1tNXQbveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6vdjiLUxXBI/s72-c/tasting_room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7055427902636723956</id><published>2008-08-20T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:09:16.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instruments of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>God has used many, many people to show me his love, to remind me how His love works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started attending NCC in Illinois, I got connected to the worship ministry there with a lot of amazing people - Mike, Jen, Ron, Karen, Todd, Laura - it was my first, real, connection with a faith community in college and it changed my life.  The drummer, Todd Mitchell passed away last night.  I won't presume to know the Mitchells really well, but I remember a few things just from being in that worship team community for a year: Paula and Todd were a great example to me of a loving, Christ-centered marriage; Todd loved his three little guys - Sam, Luke, and Jackson - as much for their mischievous acts as for their adorable smiles; Todd loved to make music, listen to it, explore it, be creative with it; and Todd loved the Lord and others with his whole heart.  I learned a lot about the kind of musician I wanted to be from his attitude and approach to music ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to imagine how Paula and the boys are feeling, and I'm basically terrible at offering words of comfort, so I won't try. All I know is God is good and present and loves us. Pray lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7055427902636723956?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7055427902636723956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7055427902636723956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7055427902636723956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7055427902636723956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6217152147345320082</id><published>2008-08-19T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:22:03.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counselor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small group'/><title type='text'>Fourth grade, here I come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SKsrAavjdsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/llotEx5olEw/s1600-h/Promiseland+Logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SKsrAavjdsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/llotEx5olEw/s320/Promiseland+Logo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326277927106242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight marks the official beginning of my career as a fourth-grade small group leader.   And by career, I mean the unpaid, give-of-your-time sort...I think they call them "volunteers".  I am looking forward to meeting my co-leaders of the fourth and fifth grade classes.  We're using a promiseland curriculum (from WillowCreek Church &amp; Zondervan publishing out in the good old IL).  &lt;br /&gt;It will be a totally different undertaking from what I've just come out of...all of the preparations will be done for me, and I am responsible for making a connection with the kids.  This will be fun, almost like getting to be a "counselor" for these girls.  Pray for me and for the girls that will be coming into my class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6217152147345320082?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6217152147345320082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6217152147345320082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6217152147345320082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6217152147345320082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/fourth-grade-here-i-come.html' title='Fourth grade, here I come'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SKsrAavjdsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/llotEx5olEw/s72-c/Promiseland+Logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3157140503766533738</id><published>2008-08-14T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:47:19.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more days</title><content type='html'>Two more days until camp is over! I am sad and happy - but my friends leaving is okay, because they're just a car ride away, and it will surely be nice to have a clean, quiet home for a bit.  Although if given the option, I would rather have my house full of wonderful people than empty and neat! Things I'm looking forward to: sleeping, eating good food, visiting my parents, visiting friends, talking to Lindsay, having a pet, painting my room, hanging out with Coop and Suzy and Krista before she leaves, getting started with teaching my small group at church (and meeting my co-leader!).  Lots of things.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll write more when summer is officially over! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3157140503766533738?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3157140503766533738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3157140503766533738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3157140503766533738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3157140503766533738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-more-days.html' title='Two more days'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7037804207334751819</id><published>2008-05-29T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:44:34.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>So, I've been reading Job a lot lately.  It's really great.  But I'm reading Job, and it's gotta be tough to be like Job, because you are being faithful, but still you're suffering.  It's totally the worst feeling ever.  And Job has all these "friends" who tell him stuff like, "You are not telling the truth - you're a big sinner, and God is judging you for it" which is such a huge lie, because Job was super righteous.  And this other dude, Elihu, told him that the Lord can't twist justice, so what He's doing must be fair and just repayment for Job's terrible sins (Elihu right about a lot of things later on).  But none of those guys were absolutely right.  In the end, Job was the only one with the right idea - he just praised the Lord even as he questioned what was happening to him (you know, boils, scars, his whole family wiped out).  I think the really hard part for Job was loneliness, like what you're going through now.  I mean, it had to be hard to watch all of his earthly life fall apart, but I think that what he hated the most was the separation from people who were supportive - his "wise friends" didn't do it, and he felt far from God, and his whole family is dead.  He was even outcast from society because of his illness.  He was so lonely.  Job asks these questions of God, and goes everywhere from other faithful believers to garner advice and guidance.  But these guys don't know God's character at all, and at the end we learn that the man who is suffering, whose only friends have turned on him and condemned him, gets blessed with even more awesome stuff than he had at the beginning.  And he got three daughters with rockin' names (Jemimah, Keziah, and Keren-happuch). Anyway, what I think is cool about the book of Job is that we have this paragraph at the beginning that's all about how awesome Job's life was, and then a paragraph at the end that tells us how awesome his life becomes.  But the other forty-two chapters are all about loneliness and suffering.  God has got to be telling us something there.  Why would he focus like, ten lines, on prosperity and then pages and pages on suffering? And loneliness specifically? I'm pretty sure he knew we were going to suffer more acutely from loneliness than many other worldly concerns.  I mean, think about it.  We were created to be in perfect community with God, but that's impossible because of sin.  So ultimately, what we suffer from is separation from God because of our sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to a friend this week about loneliness and how tough it is to be around people but still feel alone.  And I was reading Job at the same time.  I'm not a theologian or anything, but I like Job and thought about him some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7037804207334751819?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7037804207334751819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7037804207334751819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7037804207334751819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7037804207334751819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/05/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4683690326675076975</id><published>2008-05-13T12:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:57:13.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stromboli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artichoke dip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comdey'/><title type='text'>Roadhouse Pizza</title><content type='html'>There's a new pizza place just a mile from my house.  And it's owned by Carol &amp; Dave, whom we love, and there's a ton of variety on the menu.  And even though all the food there is great, today I want to write an Ode to Stromboli.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Stromboli, you're smaller than I expected&lt;br /&gt;Yet the 10.99 I paid for you was not too much.&lt;br /&gt;Your round, crispy, doughy outside conceals your inner beauty&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of Dave &amp; Babies buffalo chicken artichoke dip.&lt;br /&gt;Though the waitress said you would feed two or three&lt;br /&gt;Krista and I wanted one for each of us&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you by the arcade was not so much fun&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I should never have an air hockey table&lt;br /&gt;Or male children.&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect excuse for eating bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically eating dip, but it's listed under "Entrees"&lt;br /&gt;You make my mind come alive with possibilities&lt;br /&gt;of ways to eat other bad thing wrapped in dough and call them "dinner"&lt;br /&gt;Nutella stromboli, meringue stromboli, Yucatan hot bean dip stromboli&lt;br /&gt;So many choices you offer to me&lt;br /&gt;April makes a good stromboli at the camp, too.&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer settle for simple dinner options&lt;br /&gt;Stromboli you did this to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you enjoyed that.  Things are tense getting ready for summer camp; we all need a little giggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was a picture but blogger won't let me upload today. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4683690326675076975?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4683690326675076975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4683690326675076975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4683690326675076975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4683690326675076975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/05/roadhouse-pizza.html' title='Roadhouse Pizza'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3579307941683659624</id><published>2008-05-09T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:54:53.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Baby</title><content type='html'>Today baby Adleigh is coming into the world - we think.  Sandy and Pat are at the hospital awaiting the newest member of the Myers clan (and with six of them now, it really is like a clan). It's a very high tension day for us here, too, waiting for news and thinking about how cute she will be and what she will wear and how she will be the best behaved baby and will sleep full nights starting tomorrow. Well, maybe not that last one.  I've gotten to wait for many babies this year, and it's really exciting to be waiting for one more sweet little girl to come into the world! It's so fun to think that just five months ago, we were making Christmas tree ornaments and Kaylin remembered to make one for Adleigh - but she didn't seem quite real yet.  How cool! &lt;br /&gt;God Bless baby Adleigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3579307941683659624?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3579307941683659624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3579307941683659624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3579307941683659624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3579307941683659624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting-for-baby.html' title='Waiting for Baby'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5439390735946455656</id><published>2008-05-09T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:55:33.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='templates'/><title type='text'>I felt like a new template</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, I feel like getting a new template.  Today is one of those days.  Well, actually, I feel like buying new clothes, but a new template is better because it's free and I don't have to iron it.  I hate ironing stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5439390735946455656?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5439390735946455656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5439390735946455656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5439390735946455656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5439390735946455656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-felt-like-new-template.html' title='I felt like a new template'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2444322101489687802</id><published>2008-05-08T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:20:59.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charter oak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-fil-a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><title type='text'>Appalachian Service Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SCMaVFVSawI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3ARXn5iZ4Ac/s1600-h/chickfilacow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SCMaVFVSawI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3ARXn5iZ4Ac/s320/chickfilacow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198027344426724098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a very big night.  If you eat at Chick-fil-a in Greensburg tonight between 5-7 pm, your money helps missions!  That's right, my church (www.charteroakumc.org) is fund raising with Chick-fil-a tonight.  With a COC coupon, your meal still costs full price but 20% of your payment goes straight to Charter Oak's Appalachian Service Project.  This mission trip sends a group from COC to Kentucky, WV, Tennessee or VA to build homes &amp; do work  to improve living conditions, as well as connect with the families in the area.  It's a really cool idea! Plus, I get to enjoy chicken and a tasty milkshake and know I am helping people in my church to love people through this mission.  I like that even those who are unable to attend the trip are able to be missionaries. &lt;br /&gt;So eat up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2444322101489687802?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2444322101489687802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2444322101489687802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2444322101489687802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2444322101489687802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/05/appalachian-service-project.html' title='Appalachian Service Project'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SCMaVFVSawI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3ARXn5iZ4Ac/s72-c/chickfilacow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6941010922607881923</id><published>2008-05-04T22:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:26:26.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arnold Palmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas station'/><title type='text'>Sheetz.</title><content type='html'>There are not many places where you can order a nice, hot meal and get an Arnold Palmer (1/2 tea, 1/2 lemonade) while waiting for your car to get gassed up.  Or even to make-your-own milkshake while you check out what's going on with Brangelina and baby Shiloh. But at Sheetz, you can do it all.  Today's menu? The not-so-healthy pepperoni and provolone 6 inch sub with a bag of french onion sun chips &amp; a Lite Arnold Palmer made with green tea (that means the tea inside is green and pic of Arnie on the outside has a green background instead of black &amp; white).  Excellent. &lt;br /&gt;But while I was catching up on Ashlee Simpson's upcoming nuptials, I also was able to make a phone call, think about adopting a German Shorthair puppy (they look cute even though I know they're insane), and contemplate whether a chocolate-chocolate Krispy Kreme is actually better than a classic glazed.  Jury's still out on that one. &lt;br /&gt;I think the traditional Sheetz clientele is interesting, too.  At least the local one.  In the time period I was there, I saw a local Giant Eagle employee, a mom and her three kids getting slushies, a guy buying a half-moon-pie and chocolate milk, and a dude loading up on cigarettes (filtered, at least).  &lt;br /&gt;So as I enjoy my delicious tasty food, I will try to forget that Sheetz sells inappropriate magazines in their stores, and simply appreciate the convenience and variety that it Sheetz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6941010922607881923?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6941010922607881923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6941010922607881923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6941010922607881923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6941010922607881923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/05/sheetz.html' title='Sheetz.'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2294139922862676585</id><published>2008-04-18T07:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:19:11.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Floridays! :)</title><content type='html'>I'm in Florida! It's so wonderful to be away from work for a little while (even though in my mind, I'm occasionally still there).  Mom and Ga and Barbara and I went to Sonny's yesterday, and last night to SIngleton's (our favorite Seafood Shack).  It has been great.  And right now, I'm watching the sun rise over the intercoastal waterway, and it's all misty and beautiful.  And of course, the dog is here trying to find any scrap of food that could potentially have ever fallen to the floor.  She's gifted. &lt;br /&gt;Off to St. Augustine today. I've got a lot of fun pictures, I'll put them up later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2294139922862676585?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2294139922862676585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2294139922862676585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2294139922862676585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2294139922862676585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/04/floridays.html' title='Floridays! :)'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3634331766294185752</id><published>2008-04-08T16:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:59:45.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasagna'/><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R_vcl7NM2YI/AAAAAAAAADw/G7AZO4msMng/s1600-h/NCAA-Basketball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R_vcl7NM2YI/AAAAAAAAADw/G7AZO4msMng/s320/NCAA-Basketball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186981939953588610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to watch baskeball last night with the Myers...and we had delicious fiesta lasagna! Way to cook amazing food, Sandy - especially while you're eight months pregnant.  I got to spend time playing piano and singing with Mara, Braden and Kaylin, and managed to narrowly avoid an allergic reaction to the cats. But it was fun to talk with Sandy and watch the game with her and Patrick.  Plus, Kansas won the game, which was pretty cool considering they started it with their biggest deficit of the tournament.  Such is life...and basketball. :) &lt;br /&gt;It's nice to live in a community of people that you work with and even like sometimes (just kidding, y'all - I always like you).  It's nice after about nine hours of work to sit back, talk over dinner, play with funny, cute kids, and then eat brownies and talk all the way through a basketball game.  And then go home to a nice warm bed...then kicking the cat out of my room (she likes to sit in the window and meow at the birds that live in our bushes). &lt;br /&gt;A good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3634331766294185752?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3634331766294185752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3634331766294185752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3634331766294185752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3634331766294185752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/04/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R_vcl7NM2YI/AAAAAAAAADw/G7AZO4msMng/s72-c/NCAA-Basketball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2785017641724510756</id><published>2008-04-07T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:47:59.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wireless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syrup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma'/><title type='text'>The Quest for WIreless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R_pQKbNM2VI/AAAAAAAAADc/bSPpmcLQCqo/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R_pQKbNM2VI/AAAAAAAAADc/bSPpmcLQCqo/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186546060902586706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, typically, Ligonier Camp is a little behind in its technological advances, and today was no different.  Except...well...except that we found out today that we have a wireless network that no one knows about and that we can't find a router for.  But it's real because I'm using it to type this right now! And using my phone. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a blast for Emma and I! She was in a Brazil show on Friday at Pitt and she did a great job, despite the classic "Brazilian organized event" (and we use the term organized very very loosely) with its complete lack of programming. :) And the ever-popular Maple Syrup Festival - we ate lost of pancakes and sausage and coffee and made friends at our table.  The line was over two hours long, and it wrapped all the way from the back of the BR lodge around the circle and back to the Wax Candle booth! It was forever long, but so worth the wait! Plus, you got to check out all the craft booths as you passed, so really, it was a great marketing thing for them.  Otherwise I probably would never have purchased my two mulberry-scented pine cones. Hey, the really do smell great!&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is crazy - it's camper email time. What's the best part about campers? They are excited about camp! What's the worst part about campers? They forget to sign up until you remind them.  That's my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2785017641724510756?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2785017641724510756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2785017641724510756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2785017641724510756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2785017641724510756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/04/quest-for-wireless.html' title='The Quest for WIreless'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R_pQKbNM2VI/AAAAAAAAADc/bSPpmcLQCqo/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2511279380454015305</id><published>2008-03-26T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:47:17.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>My office is so clean!</title><content type='html'>That's right, all you doubters - the office is clean! Well, mostly.  It's organized, at least.  And we might even get some fish to live in Jim's "Deathquarium", but only with the understanding that he may not touch them.  (If he does, they die.)&lt;br /&gt;It feels better and more productive to be in an office that is clean and organized.  I have gotten more done since the clean, and it's wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;Today's my first day for the kids' ministry at Charter Oak, and I'll get to be a table parent for their dinner (as a guest tonight).  And then I'm on the Sex Panel for PrimeTime to talk about purity with Jr. High girls! Whoa.  Pray for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2511279380454015305?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2511279380454015305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2511279380454015305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2511279380454015305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2511279380454015305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-office-is-so-clean.html' title='My office is so clean!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3282736052778190359</id><published>2008-03-24T09:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:35:43.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to a lovely sun rise and cool air and birds singing outside my window.  And, lo and behold, my morning glories are 3 inches tall by now, and I also have little hollyhock sprouts and, new this weekend, snapdragons and shasta daisies! I can't believe they're actually growing.  This makes up for the time in second grade where my bean never sprouted (sabatoge, I know it).  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm destined to have a green thumb after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3282736052778190359?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3282736052778190359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3282736052778190359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3282736052778190359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3282736052778190359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2619085608805301380</id><published>2008-03-23T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:47:04.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-aIk7NM2UI/AAAAAAAAADU/_7S_f3NMF6M/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-aIk7NM2UI/AAAAAAAAADU/_7S_f3NMF6M/s320/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180978589286062402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plants sprouted today! We have hollyhock and morning glory growing.  :) Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2619085608805301380?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2619085608805301380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2619085608805301380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2619085608805301380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2619085608805301380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-aIk7NM2UI/AAAAAAAAADU/_7S_f3NMF6M/s72-c/DSC01530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7171099118445329761</id><published>2008-03-23T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:57:02.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick dempsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>I'm Such A Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Z9vbNM2TI/AAAAAAAAADM/CHLlECF-6fE/s1600-h/Enchanted_unofficial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Z9vbNM2TI/AAAAAAAAADM/CHLlECF-6fE/s320/Enchanted_unofficial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180966675046783282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie so much, and my roommate and I have watched it over and over again since this past Thursday.  I guess I could just chalk our love of this film up to "loving Disney princess movies" and "Patrick Dempsey is attractive", and those are certainly aspects of it.  But I think it communicates some strong ideas for girls to look at (because you're not getting a teenage boy within 100 feet of this film). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Gisele's (played by Amy Adams) innocence is not so overdone that you find her irritating - she just seems genuine and loveable.  At one point, in what we would call naievete, she says, (while weeping) "Well of course they're in pain, they're being separated forever and ever.  What kind of place is this that people are married one day and the next day they're not?" I think it's sad that we've gotten to the point that divorce and anger don't cause us a moment's pause, when we should be mourning the love that's changed. Girls shouldn't expect perfection (which the film does depict to some extent), but it's good to dream about the perfect man that God has for you to be with forever in marriage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the transformation of the male lead, Robert Philip (played by Patrick Dempsey), takes him from being the traditional cynical divorce lawyer and single father, ready to take a non-romantic step and propose to his girlfriend of five years, Nancy, to being a still rational guy, but also a believer in true love and the transformation it can bring to life.  Not unlike a fairy tale.  It's fun to see how his harsh edges are mellowed by the Gisele character.  At the same time, Gisele maintains her ideals for love and family and happily ever after, but it's mellowed by the realization of the ways that life isn't perfect, and how some people aren't what they seem.  The maturity of both Robert and Gisele balances them into more compassionate, loving people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is called "Enchanted" because that's what the Gisele character does to those around her - she's enchanting to them.  Isn't one of our roles to be a light for Christ? I mean, that doesn't always mean that we'll be singing musicals in Central Park, but we are called to love others unfailingly in imitation of Christ.  Anyway, once I watch a movie a number of times, I have to rationalize why I'm not outisde jogging or something, so that's where I went with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a cute movie.  And safe for kids to watch! As I was watching it, I realized how I haven't had a lot kids' movie time lately.  I used to babysit for the Jones kids in Illinois fairly regularly, and that's when I got to see all the cool kids' movies that were out.  Now I have to make myself do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7171099118445329761?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7171099118445329761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7171099118445329761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7171099118445329761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7171099118445329761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-such-girl.html' title='I&apos;m Such A Girl!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Z9vbNM2TI/AAAAAAAAADM/CHLlECF-6fE/s72-c/Enchanted_unofficial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-424758450395110641</id><published>2008-03-22T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:59:07.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst. Blogger. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VW8rNM2OI/AAAAAAAAACk/2o3OjXtPTkI/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VW8rNM2OI/AAAAAAAAACk/2o3OjXtPTkI/s320/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180642546749855970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, y'all! Sorry I'm so stinking bad at blogging! I don't have internet at my house, and since my last post I haven't had any time to go and grab internet elsewhere.  Wow.  Insane!&lt;br /&gt;Here's something cool: I got new furniture! It's all set about the living room and my bedroom and everywhere - and an island will be in the kitchen when I get back home next week.  I am looking forward to being settled! Also, I'm looking forward to painting - one room down, six more to go (somewhere around there!).  &lt;br /&gt;I'll put up some pictures - what a blessing that my parents and I are both moving: they into a smaller home in Florida, and me into my permanent home a the camp.  That means that while my parents have  surplus of furniture, I have a paucity.  (Ten points for the use of paucity).  So things worked out perfectly, and while I will miss them, I am happy to have my "childhood" sofa and beds and stuff at my new grown-up house. &lt;br /&gt;Check out my gardening stuff too - I'm trying to cultivate a green thumb in myself and beautiful things in my garden! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-424758450395110641?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/424758450395110641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=424758450395110641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/424758450395110641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/424758450395110641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-blogger-ever.html' title='Worst. Blogger. Ever.'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VW8rNM2OI/AAAAAAAAACk/2o3OjXtPTkI/s72-c/DSC01536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-365910754034655529</id><published>2008-03-18T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:11:50.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My flower bed overhaul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VZpbNM2PI/AAAAAAAAACs/r8YIZN80lSk/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VZpbNM2PI/AAAAAAAAACs/r8YIZN80lSk/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180645514572257522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VZp7NM2QI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9AkXTLf6XDM/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VZp7NM2QI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9AkXTLf6XDM/s320/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180645523162192130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a before and after shot of my front flower bed (well, one of them).  I worked hard after work today to make it look cleaned up and ready to grow things.  There are crocus and iris and daffodils coming up.  I"m excited for "real spring".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will recover from lugging gigantic bags of soil out of Lowe's today...people actually watched me in the parking lot trying to wrestle those bags into my car.  It was funny, but I felt stupid laughing at myself even though I was in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No update on the seeds I planted - I think it's nearer 7 days for germination, so maybe nothing for a bit yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-365910754034655529?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/365910754034655529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=365910754034655529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/365910754034655529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/365910754034655529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-flower-bed-overhaul.html' title='My flower bed overhaul'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-VZpbNM2PI/AAAAAAAAACs/r8YIZN80lSk/s72-c/DSC01523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8672830543983482269</id><published>2008-03-18T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:04:41.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Green Thumb?</title><content type='html'>So, I've become inspired to grow a garden.  That's right! So I spent hours today poring over books about planting seasons, and the latest freeze in Zone 5, and shade plants vs. sun plants and what kind of garden I would like best! &lt;br /&gt;Well, as to what garden I like best, my house is very cottage-like, and I don't have a lot of time for upkeep, so I think that a cottage garden will work well because it's designed so that there's always color and the plants keep a majority of the weeds down.  Also, lots of perennials avoid extra planting in the fall.  Great fit!&lt;br /&gt;I also based my plant choices from all of the books that I loved to read - Anne of Green Gables, etc. - and planted (indoors under a heat lamp) impatiens, sweet williams, morning glory, snapdragons, narcissus, spearmint, lavendar.  All things that look beautiful and smell lovely as well.  I can't wait! I won't put up a picture yet, because nothing is growing, but i"ll keep you updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8672830543983482269?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8672830543983482269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8672830543983482269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8672830543983482269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8672830543983482269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-thumb.html' title='A Green Thumb?'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4923081324964474880</id><published>2008-03-15T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:35:46.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How did this happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Z4y7NM2SI/AAAAAAAAADE/5B53zj4jI1s/s1600-h/caviezel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Z4y7NM2SI/AAAAAAAAADE/5B53zj4jI1s/s320/caviezel.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180961237618186530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I became a sports fan.  I mean, I've always loved the Steelers because who couldn't? They're wonderful.  But my life has changed significantly in the realm of "sports fan" since college, and I'm not completely sure why.  But it all started with the 2004 Steelers and Big Ben and the 15-1 season, and then White Sox winning the World Series, and then Pittsburgh winning Super Bowl XL...and during that time, I started to listen to Mike and MIke on ESPN (Chicago's 1000 AM) and I joined the official Chicago Steeler's Fan Club.  Basically, as my friend Allan says, "You're like as much of a jock as you could be without actually playing any sports."  I love to watch sports! And it has helped me to be more comfortable making small talk with people when I'm out at camp fairs and things, so I guess it's a good thing.  And sports are a nice, relaxing sort of thing to watch. &lt;br /&gt;The reason I recognize this is because my latest genre of reading has been "Sports Biography".  I just read this book about Bobby Jones called "Grand Slam" and it's great! I love it because not only is it a book about a golfer, but it's about the historical context of his life (World War I) and about his faithfulness to his wife and to what he believes despite being the greatest amateur golfer of all time, and essentially the "rock star" of his time.  Anyway, I totally recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, Frank Caviezel, who playes Bobby in the feature film, has a lovely smile and is quite good looking.  I'm a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4923081324964474880?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4923081324964474880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4923081324964474880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4923081324964474880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4923081324964474880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How did this happen?'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Z4y7NM2SI/AAAAAAAAADE/5B53zj4jI1s/s72-c/caviezel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2231861922108245120</id><published>2008-03-09T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:19:13.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Leeanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Vbl7NM2RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-X9Ns42aLMw/s1600-h/n505187932_403268_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Vbl7NM2RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-X9Ns42aLMw/s320/n505187932_403268_1109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180647653465970962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to share in the love of a little baby girl! Since little Dylan Elizabeth has come into the world, I have been so blessed to watch her crinkle up her eyes and sleep and fuss and wave her arms around and have tummy time and burp and look at her mommy and daddy.  And just this week, I saw her laugh and giggle when a bunch of girls from the local youth group were playing with her and loving her.  What a precious little girl! How great to be able to be "Auntie" Leeanne (for those of you who don't know, she's not really my niece at all) to a wobbly-headed, blue-eyed giggler who just rolled over for the first time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2231861922108245120?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2231861922108245120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2231861922108245120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2231861922108245120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2231861922108245120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2008/03/auntie-leeanne.html' title='Auntie Leeanne'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/R-Vbl7NM2RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-X9Ns42aLMw/s72-c/n505187932_403268_1109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4187749009713968907</id><published>2007-11-22T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:13:54.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I'm sitting on the couch at my parents' house with Emma and Alex and Ga and watching the Macy's parade, which has taken a brief down-turn while starring "Lance Bass" for a few minutes.  I lost interest.  &lt;br /&gt;What a great day - it's one of those days that really does serve to make you thankful.  From huevos rancheros for breakfast with mimosas to the delicious turkey dinner, the food is delicious.  Plus, football is on pretty much all day long so we can watch and analyze and hopefully turn the sound down and make up the conversations on the sideline and all of the play calling in the huddle.  BEST DAY EVER. &lt;br /&gt;But seriously, how many days are we thankful for what we have? I'm not thankful very often, that's for sure.  But all good things are from God, so today I thank Him for my family, and for relaxation, and for delicious food and even for watching parades and football.  &lt;br /&gt;Have a great thanksgiving! God Bless, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4187749009713968907?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4187749009713968907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4187749009713968907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4187749009713968907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4187749009713968907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1456753910408156959</id><published>2007-11-11T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:21:36.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy for Jinks! (X-treme)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RzcP6hZQrWI/AAAAAAAAACc/IGk_uqvEF9I/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RzcP6hZQrWI/AAAAAAAAACc/IGk_uqvEF9I/s320/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131587798483119458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're crazy for Jinks! I went out with my friends Dana and Becca to see one of our friends, Brian Jinks, in the musical "Crazy for You". He did a great job as Pete, one of the cowboy trio, and we had a lot of fun at the show - and eating pizza and Dave &amp; Babies style buffalo chicken artichoke dip.  We finished off the curtain call by waving our "extreme" arms at the stage, but sadly, it was missed by all.  But it was a great night! Bravo, Jinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1456753910408156959?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1456753910408156959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1456753910408156959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1456753910408156959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1456753910408156959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/11/crazy-for-jinks-x-treme.html' title='Crazy for Jinks! (X-treme)'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RzcP6hZQrWI/AAAAAAAAACc/IGk_uqvEF9I/s72-c/DSC01282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-846109665391779042</id><published>2007-11-07T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:37:04.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RzIv8AOZ9zI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MAMQtP9dqM/s1600-h/chris_tomlin_2-07_120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RzIv8AOZ9zI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MAMQtP9dqM/s320/chris_tomlin_2-07_120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130215633427494706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who believes that contemporary Christian music (aka Praise music) is not appropriate for a Christian to listen to.  Now I know that sounds weird, and I thin it is, too, but here's the reasoning: Christian music should be only Scripture set to music - sharing our own stories of faith and struggle are not really Christian.  So that made me kind of upset, because I think that fellowship (even the indirect sort that we experience hearing Chris Tomlin talk about his faith) is important in our lives.  If we're listening to music that is Christian but is glorifying the individual instead of worshiping God, then that's a different story.  But I go back to "It is Well" and "Come Thou Fount" - both traditional hymns with beautiful music and lyrics that have stood the test of time, even in the conservative church - that are great stories about the lives of two people struggling in their own lives.  Anyway, I just thought about that today while I was raking leaves at Bill Woodhouse's home (before the delicious veggie soup and lemon bars! Thanks Jan!). &lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me...cinnamon raisin bread is on the menu for today! I'm excited to get home and enjoy the warm fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-846109665391779042?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/846109665391779042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=846109665391779042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/846109665391779042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/846109665391779042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RzIv8AOZ9zI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MAMQtP9dqM/s72-c/chris_tomlin_2-07_120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7204267393006322532</id><published>2007-11-03T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:12:47.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there...</title><content type='html'>The longest weekend ever has commenced....and will hopefully be over soon! I can't believe how crazy last night was! We had a great group of kids come and they were pretty energetic.  Maybe when they come tonight, they will have spent all day playing outisde and will be tired from that.  Great kids, though, just hyper! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Suzannah's baby shower which is so fun - I hope I have everything together for it! I had no idea it was so much work to pull all of that together.  I hope she enjoys it and it's not too busy for her.  I am so excited for baby Dylan to come into the world! &lt;br /&gt;Pray for my sanity for this weekend - and for finances.  It's not cheap to put on a baby shower and to run a VBS for these kids (thank goodness for reimbursements on that one!).  But until then....well...pray! :) &lt;br /&gt;P.S. They just opened a Sonic in Pittsburgh Mills! (Tarentum).  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7204267393006322532?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7204267393006322532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7204267393006322532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7204267393006322532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7204267393006322532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-there.html' title='Almost there...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1601824745240139677</id><published>2007-10-30T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:57:57.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RydiiwOZ9yI/AAAAAAAAACM/kwnHDg6e2OI/s1600-h/pittsburgh_2-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RydiiwOZ9yI/AAAAAAAAACM/kwnHDg6e2OI/s320/pittsburgh_2-640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127175049984997154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...things got busy quickly! I am happy about that, though, because in the winter basically all there is to do is be cold and drink tea.  That's good in moderation, but..well..you know.  You've gotta keep things moving. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the Spiritual Renewal weekend - it's actually going to be pretty cool for that congregation, I think.  They're really working to create a community in a church that's been without strong ties for a long time.  I'm excited to be part of it!&lt;br /&gt;Get this - tomorrow, we're praying in one of the "pods" that overlooks the city.  For those of you from elsewhere, those are basically just these amazing overlooks on Mt. Washington (a slope that is up above the river and overlooking the Point) that are perfect for prayer groups.  Despite the cold, I think it's going to be a great way to get things rolling. Plus, what a view! &lt;br /&gt;Be praying for this weekend - it's a big deal for the camp and for the church downtown.  This is a big step!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1601824745240139677?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1601824745240139677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1601824745240139677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1601824745240139677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1601824745240139677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RydiiwOZ9yI/AAAAAAAAACM/kwnHDg6e2OI/s72-c/pittsburgh_2-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1553842963125308022</id><published>2007-10-25T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:47:51.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Seriously..this is my job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RyC6kQOZ9xI/AAAAAAAAACE/krCC5THDP28/s1600-h/978-1-4143-1801-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RyC6kQOZ9xI/AAAAAAAAACE/krCC5THDP28/s320/978-1-4143-1801-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125301507941070610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting out fish today - a lot of fish - for the fishbowl project.  In the room next to my office, there's a room full of people having a worship service.  Outside my window is a gloomy November day dropped right into happy October, and I'm full of Abigail's coconut coffee.  And we have internet! Woo hoo! &lt;br /&gt;I have been reading "Quiet Strength", which is Tony Dungy's autobiography. I really do recommend it, especially if you like football (he's the coach of the Indianapolis Colts). He has been such a faithful follower of Christ throughout his career and in everything that he does.  What a great role model for his own players and staff - and to all those little guys who think they might want to be a football player when they grow up! How cool that God provides Coach Dungy's experiences to relate to so many others. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, I love football! Go Steelers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1553842963125308022?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1553842963125308022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1553842963125308022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1553842963125308022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1553842963125308022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/seriouslythis-is-my-job.html' title='Seriously..this is my job?'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RyC6kQOZ9xI/AAAAAAAAACE/krCC5THDP28/s72-c/978-1-4143-1801-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8395683807692247087</id><published>2007-10-23T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:11:38.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Today's "Internet Cafe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rx4puJyA12I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GPw3myXbwCo/s1600-h/fishaquarium_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rx4puJyA12I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GPw3myXbwCo/s320/fishaquarium_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124579298870613858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I mean it, really - I'm like an internet cafe junkie now.  How did we ever survive without email? I've just sent out about 1,000 emails to get things set up for Promo Visits, but I'd be totally irresponsible if I didn't check my email and respond daily.  Today I'm actually not at a WiFi hot spot, I'm at the library.  For those of you who've seen Gilmore Girls, just picture that town, and that's basically what I'm looking out on right now (the square with a little gazebo - only here, it's the "diamond").  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to work - I'm figuring out how to make this awesome craft for next Friday's lesson that looks like a fishbowl.  We'll be learning how to be fishers of men (Matt. 4:19).  It looks cute, but takes a bit of prep on my end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8395683807692247087?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8395683807692247087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8395683807692247087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8395683807692247087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8395683807692247087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-internet-cafe.html' title='Today&apos;s &quot;Internet Cafe&quot;'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rx4puJyA12I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GPw3myXbwCo/s72-c/fishaquarium_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1756514723537226875</id><published>2007-10-22T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:51:56.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxzxQ5yA11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/n-aEXSh1Hh0/s1600-h/Photo+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxzxQ5yA11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/n-aEXSh1Hh0/s320/Photo+87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124235748731574098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy, y'all.  It's Monday, and I'm all back to work.  Only, not "at" work exactly, at Panera mooching their free WiFi, which is fabulous (kudos to you, Panera).  Not having the internet up and running at work is tough, but it also provides for a change of scenery which is awesome.  Plus, I got to eat delicious food and hang out for a few minutes with my friend Teddy who works at this Panera (I asked him for the hookup with the big cup for water - I'm still using those little tiny plastic ones!). &lt;br /&gt;This week's plan is to have a bible study curriculum ready for K-6 graders at FPC's Spiritual Renewal Weekend, so I'm up to my eyeballs in crafts, games, songs, and snacks to use to make this really fun for the kids! I need to find a great craft that is "vine and branches" themed - anyone? We're also talking about being fishers of men - and for snack, we're having goldfish crackers that we will "catch" by putting a little peanut butter on a prezel rod! Fun stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;Time for me to get back to the daily grind - peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1756514723537226875?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1756514723537226875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1756514723537226875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1756514723537226875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1756514723537226875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxzxQ5yA11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/n-aEXSh1Hh0/s72-c/Photo+87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1061851350591188362</id><published>2007-10-17T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:32:51.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxZjUpyA1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/IAJLmyTIXKw/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxZjUpyA1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/IAJLmyTIXKw/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122390832644675378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I to get to hang out with some of the cutest kids ever? I love getting to be a little part of their lives and getting to be a kid for a while when I see them! Here's Mara - she wanted her picture taken and she posed just as if we were in the studio! What a sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1061851350591188362?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1061851350591188362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1061851350591188362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1061851350591188362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1061851350591188362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-much-joy.html' title='So much joy!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxZjUpyA1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/IAJLmyTIXKw/s72-c/DSC01195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4530096915496325894</id><published>2007-10-17T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:19:27.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxYZ0ZyA1xI/AAAAAAAAABM/sSiWmYDRMOs/s1600-h/780266.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxYZ0ZyA1xI/AAAAAAAAABM/sSiWmYDRMOs/s320/780266.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122310014245066514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced the feeling of coming "back to life"? That's sort of how I feel now - I just started to get things all pulled together, to be comfortable at work after all that hustle and bustle of summer camp is over and I've gotten used to the fact that it's a quiet, lonely sort of place to be.  I have been so thankful for the wonderful people that I work with that I'm also blessed to call my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those rare and wonderful weekdays where I am not at work - instead I've been watching Mike &amp; Mike in the Morning for hours and eaten cinnamon rolls and had English Breakfast Tea.  It's delightful on a Wednesday morning to be worried only about whether or not Kobe Bryant will be traded! &lt;br /&gt;This week has been a good one for making progress - getting church visits set up.  Hey, if you have a church that would love for me to visit and give a little spiel about Ligonier Camp, you just let me know and I'll be there! I'm really excited to get out and meet the kids and families whose lives have been (or will be) touched through the ministry of the camp.  &lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling down, my prescription is definitely a few cinnamon rolls and ESPN. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4530096915496325894?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4530096915496325894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4530096915496325894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4530096915496325894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4530096915496325894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-life.html' title='Back to Life'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxYZ0ZyA1xI/AAAAAAAAABM/sSiWmYDRMOs/s72-c/780266.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-739549898963425439</id><published>2007-08-12T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:28:37.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Mention....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxZwaZyA10I/AAAAAAAAABo/U6LU5hQ_Gnw/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxZwaZyA10I/AAAAAAAAABo/U6LU5hQ_Gnw/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122405225080084290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Steelers in person at training camp!! We sat right up front and got to watch them practice for a while before a huge thundercloud ran us all down and we got soaked.  It was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;Now of course, it wasn't the only time I have seen a pro footbal player up close - after eating dinner with Big Ben last Thanksgiving, these guys are like my close personal buddies.  (For those of you who don't know, I saw Ben Roethlisberger at a restaurant last year and it has been a grossly exaggerated story ever since).  &lt;br /&gt;So blogger is being a little dumb and won't let up upload my sweet pictures of the team, but don't worry - as soon as possible, I will have them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-739549898963425439?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/739549898963425439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=739549898963425439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/739549898963425439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/739549898963425439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-i-mention.html' title='Did I Mention....'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RxZwaZyA10I/AAAAAAAAABo/U6LU5hQ_Gnw/s72-c/DSC01110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-432959646369683511</id><published>2007-07-13T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:38:59.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RpfGgpoIH3I/AAAAAAAAABE/YXgztD0kID0/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RpfGgpoIH3I/AAAAAAAAABE/YXgztD0kID0/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086752568370536306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone...sorry to leave you hanging.  I am out at the camp working hard (although I confess that I am tired and ready for a day this weekend to relax!) and watching kids grow in Christ and as a community.  These campers go home tomorrow, and our new set comes in on Monday afternoon (this is our long weekend - normally it's Sunday incoming).  I am loving it here - I'm drinking a "spritzer" which is just like a fruit juice soda that we sell at our camp store and smelling my wonderful brand new candle.  I am so excited about this summer and just a few minutes updating this old blog helps a lot.  I miss all of you out there in Illinois! You'll be in my prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This photo is of the staff practicing our commissioning song, In Christ Alone.  It was so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-432959646369683511?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/432959646369683511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=432959646369683511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/432959646369683511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/432959646369683511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RpfGgpoIH3I/AAAAAAAAABE/YXgztD0kID0/s72-c/DSC00421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2778376475043816866</id><published>2007-04-22T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:26:51.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Riv9Ke_f9JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NZ5VFFHi7Kw/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Riv9Ke_f9JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NZ5VFFHi7Kw/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056413363213431954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't taken the chance to go up and see the Chicago Botanic Gardens in Glencoe, IL you should! It's not in full bloom yet, but it will be in no time and it's definitely worth the trip.  Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2778376475043816866?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2778376475043816866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2778376475043816866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2778376475043816866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2778376475043816866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/botanic-gardens.html' title='Botanic Gardens'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Riv9Ke_f9JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NZ5VFFHi7Kw/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-6031041264511601653</id><published>2007-04-22T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:59:40.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RitqNO_f9II/AAAAAAAAAA0/u9ZmX3o3elo/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RitqNO_f9II/AAAAAAAAAA0/u9ZmX3o3elo/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056251782248789122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, I like to take an adventure.  Now, reasonably, as a college student, I have no money so my adventures have to be rather small and rather nearby.  So today, I decided to drive the half of the Lake Michigan circle tour that I hadn't driven yet, which is north to Wisconsin.  I started out on 94 going north, and then got off when I didn't feel like paying tolls anymore and drove along the lake.  It was nice and relaxing.  Plus, Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion was on, and today was a talent contest among people in their 20's.  And it was good music, too - I mean, enjoyable varieites of music, like and old-time jug band and an Andrews-sisters-esque group.  Lots of fun and pretty great for the drive.  I got out and sat by the lake and had my dinner and it was fabulous! It was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-6031041264511601653?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/6031041264511601653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=6031041264511601653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6031041264511601653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/6031041264511601653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RitqNO_f9II/AAAAAAAAAA0/u9ZmX3o3elo/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-41433453310519194</id><published>2007-04-17T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:58:14.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RiV6OOTBOGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AoLKREnkl3w/s1600-h/HPIM2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RiV6OOTBOGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AoLKREnkl3w/s320/HPIM2018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054580541567875170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have the opportunity to live in one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen (right).  I love the weather, the smell, the feel of the breeze, the four or five sweltering days we get, campfires, kids yelling and having a blast, people living free of so many of the inhibitions that are imposed by the current society and doing the dorkiest things.  I am excited, I'm anxious, I'm ready to go now and not ready to go at the same time.  Bittersweet, I suppose, entering the realm of "real job".  But so cool at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-41433453310519194?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/41433453310519194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=41433453310519194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/41433453310519194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/41433453310519194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/ready-now.html' title='Ready Now'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RiV6OOTBOGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AoLKREnkl3w/s72-c/HPIM2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7905786125816826253</id><published>2007-04-17T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:22:47.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incoherent rambling'/><title type='text'>A plea for help.</title><content type='html'>Help me understand - how do you just kill person after person - not thinking of their futures, as husbands or wives or mothers or fathers or teachers or slackers or cancer-healers? How does it feel to make others suffer and still realize that it can't make up for the lost feeling you have - the  feeling persists - and the only solution is to take your own life? I hate being reminded that we, as humans, are capable of so much evil - that's something I've always struggled with - the ugliness that is caused by separation from God.  And yet, so often when I have the choice to go God's way or my own, I choose ME, what I want, for me to be in control.  And that choice is ugly.  This past day's events are a reminder to me to always show love, to everyone, because no one should feel that lost, that far gone that nothing can fix it, that there's nothing but darkness and despair from now on - they should know there is a hope and how to find it.  I'm not saying that we should have stopped this, should have seen it coming, or are at all responsible for tragedies in Blacksburg. Only that we should love fully in all of our encounters with others - to represent Christ in the way he deserves, because we are given everything we can never deserve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orai sempre. - Pray continually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7905786125816826253?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7905786125816826253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7905786125816826253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7905786125816826253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7905786125816826253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/plea-for-help.html' title='A plea for help.'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-7997800774098254668</id><published>2007-04-13T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:01:55.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh_FeuTBOFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vkarTfIc0rk/s1600-h/ICS-EnjoyingtheSpring-mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh_FeuTBOFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vkarTfIc0rk/s320/ICS-EnjoyingtheSpring-mar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052974438547535954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still sick - this stinks! You thing one of the four meds. they gave me would have worked, but no, I'm still stuffy, coughing, sore-throated and to top it all off, my ears are plugged up now.  I dislike being sick because I just feel tired and lazy all the time and I usually like to be active! Fortunately, this week has been a relatively easy one, so I've had time to relax and drink a LOT of water.  &lt;br /&gt;So, today I was thinking back over some pretty amazing vacations we took when I was small, including one to Ichetuknee Springs in Florida (shown above).  You can tube from the top of the springs all the way down the river, and it's beautiful and slow and relaxing.  I also rememberd a vacation where we stayed at the Wigwam Village Motel in KY, but that is another story for another time...&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-7997800774098254668?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/7997800774098254668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=7997800774098254668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7997800774098254668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/7997800774098254668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/fabulous.html' title='Fabulous'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh_FeuTBOFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vkarTfIc0rk/s72-c/ICS-EnjoyingtheSpring-mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8726948254848120257</id><published>2007-04-11T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:27:50.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Even in this modern day...</title><content type='html'>I have been in my bed sick now for a few days, recovering and taking care of myself.  It's offered me some time to research a few things I learned about a few months ago at Jubilee 2007. I wanted to look more into the organizations that Gary Haugen (CEO if IJM) talked about, specifically International Justice Mission (IJM) and Amazing Change, two groups supporting the abolition of modern-day slavery abroad. You can sign a petition, read literature about slavery (then and now), and hear stories about the amazing things being done by God through this movement. I know that I have other ministries in my life that take up most of my time, but I just can't abide the thought of young women - as young as five or six - being kept in a semi-truck trailor and sold off into the sex trade.  I want to do what little I can to help these women have a new hope and to make the threat of slavery known.  We are not all called to the same type of ministry, but I think we are called to be compassionate and aware and supportive.  Check it out: www.ijm.org and www.amazingchange.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8726948254848120257?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8726948254848120257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8726948254848120257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8726948254848120257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8726948254848120257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/even-in-this-modern-day.html' title='Even in this modern day...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-2837481502668351372</id><published>2007-04-09T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:07:53.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of Aaron Shust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh2GWuTBOEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bJhxV3zars8/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh2GWuTBOEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bJhxV3zars8/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052342081922611266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior loves, my Savior lives...Really, Aaron wasn't the one to actually say that the first time, but I've got to give some love to that hometown boy!  Happy Easter (late).  I had a great Easter, though, with church at good old PPC (although I will make no comments regarding the choice of organ prelude), followed by some awesome resurrection rolls.  Recipe to follow.  Then I headed up to NW to the Johnston's for dinner, where we enjoyed a schmorgasboard of wonderful food and great conversation.  It was pretty cool, toward the end of dessert, Grandpa Ralph talked about the first easter dinner held in that house 150 years ago, and could even go home and look in his great-grandfathers journal to see the details.  How cool to have such a strong family history in one house! And then Steve had to go and play in the front drive with his little red tractor.  I guess Jen Bell was right when she told me that I might as well get used to it, because boys never change...thanks for the wise advice, Jen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-2837481502668351372?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/2837481502668351372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=2837481502668351372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2837481502668351372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/2837481502668351372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-words-of-aaron-shust.html' title='In the words of Aaron Shust...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh2GWuTBOEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bJhxV3zars8/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-3437815201033656307</id><published>2007-04-05T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:52:58.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewingwood in Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh2C2OTBODI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBaYrkALtpE/s1600-h/m_6a7d6aa512732000201cb1b39e9dc096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh2C2OTBODI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBaYrkALtpE/s320/m_6a7d6aa512732000201cb1b39e9dc096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052338225041979442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about Tuesday at the Ewingwood concert, with The Morning Light and Jamestown Story.  It was pretty cool to see people go wild for a bunch of boys from the Beav' playing their guitars and singing - I think some kids actually attempted to crowd-surf, despite the relatively mellow music.  It was cool, though, watching my little brother and his friends play music, work the crowd, and sell their merchandise just like a "real" band. I did get down on my knees and thank God for letting me not be in high school anymore - after watching the new trend toward lots of makeup and teeny clothes and high-maintenance "look at me" lifestyle, I would fit in way less now than I did four years ago.  Seems impossible. Just kidding - but I really was thankful that I have found friends and a church and a job that doesn't revolve around how I look, but that I am a child of God and therefore have worth.  Anyway, a little off topic there, but I guess you could say the concert was an inspiration in many ways.  Alex and Forrest, I'm so proud of you and Nashville is one city that is not going to know what happened once you two show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-3437815201033656307?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/3437815201033656307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=3437815201033656307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3437815201033656307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/3437815201033656307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/ewingwood-in-concert.html' title='Ewingwood in Concert'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/Rh2C2OTBODI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBaYrkALtpE/s72-c/m_6a7d6aa512732000201cb1b39e9dc096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-8247111498721469692</id><published>2007-04-02T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:53:30.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl time</title><content type='html'>Today has been considerably less productive, but what's a spring break for? I just sent some emails and uploaded some photos and then went to lunch with Alex and Mom and Dad (at My Hero, great subs) and then got my nails done with Mom.  It's not something we do regularly but it's a fun girly thing to do that's pretty easily altered.  If we get more brave, maybe we'll go get some tattoos! Anyone who's met me knows that's not happening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-8247111498721469692?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/8247111498721469692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=8247111498721469692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8247111498721469692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/8247111498721469692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/girl-time.html' title='Girl time'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-1698424410079452609</id><published>2007-04-01T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:43:43.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things must come to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RhA1j7tLA1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_xdME8mZIto/s1600-h/n185600039_30005067_8906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RhA1j7tLA1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_xdME8mZIto/s320/n185600039_30005067_8906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048594073721176914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about this coming summer without Greg Davis. G-Diddy, working with you was a great experience and we will miss you a lot. Thanks for the good times. God Bless you and your family as you take your gifts down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-1698424410079452609?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/1698424410079452609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=1698424410079452609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1698424410079452609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/1698424410079452609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All good things must come to an end...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/RhA1j7tLA1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_xdME8mZIto/s72-c/n185600039_30005067_8906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-4885940446410921315</id><published>2007-04-01T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:41:53.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break is amazing!</title><content type='html'>I've been on break less than two days and I feel like I've gotten a ton done! I relaxed, ate pancakes at the wonderful Maple Syrup Festival (http://www.co.beaver.pa.us/Recreation/brady.htm) and bought peanut butter chocolate fudge. I've been a little under the weather lately with a cough, so we spent time watching old movies with Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth and taking naps. This morning I got down to real work, though, getting a master list for our 2007 Summer Staff and keeping track of whose got a contract/sent it back and all of that. It's been really great to see things come together. Mom helped me to keep track of all my lists and now I think I have a comprehensive list done! Ten points to me. And ten points to God for supplying an amazing staff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-4885940446410921315?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/4885940446410921315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=4885940446410921315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4885940446410921315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/4885940446410921315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/break-is-amazing.html' title='Break is amazing!'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843449149579148111.post-5520828428131592627</id><published>2007-04-01T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:41:22.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start at the very beginning...</title><content type='html'>Wow. I got a nice big binder full of information about my new job at LCCC. And before I say anything else, I have to say that Sal rocks my socks for how incredibly detailed and specific he was with his information. I feel so blessed to have been given a great start through someone else's preparation. Way to go, Sal. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, now I have to begin to think less like a summer staffer and more like a year-round staff. You know, seeing the big picture - the time we spend together doing summer camp is only three months out of the whole year. I am excited to be starting this process of planning summer camp (which, thanks to our stellar interns and other year-round staff is already going really well) but I am nervous as well - there are so many things to think about! God tells us that he will never give us more than we can handle, and I really do have faith that He will equip me - but it seems overwhelming now. My pastor, Chris, always says that God only tests those He wants to use: He grows us stronger and stronger through our struggles becuase He has a purpose, a place where suddenly we realize why we go through the things that test us. I'm looking forward to where God takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843449149579148111-5520828428131592627?l=leeannev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/feeds/5520828428131592627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843449149579148111&amp;postID=5520828428131592627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5520828428131592627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843449149579148111/posts/default/5520828428131592627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeannev.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-start-at-very-beginning.html' title='Let&apos;s start at the very beginning...'/><author><name>Leeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10005473677805196972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQMzNSoMWEU/SK2JH81GF4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2_znOqr8VHo/S220/n185600039_30012386_5954.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
