<?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-3642854</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:21:16.259-06:00</updated><category term='congratulations'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='police officers can kiss my......'/><category term='proposals'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Myers-Briggs'/><category term='tired'/><category term='school troubles'/><category term='illegal activity'/><category term='registry'/><category term='Movie reviews'/><category term='updates'/><category term='how to disappear completely'/><category term='DEBATE08'/><category term='I said I would.'/><category term='random fact'/><category term='summer'/><category term='day-to-day'/><category term='family'/><category term='babies everywhere'/><category term='tour 2008'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='sad truths'/><category term='work'/><category term='exodus08'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='every 7 minutes...'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='engaged'/><category term='in the beginning'/><category term='true stories'/><category term='college'/><category term='faith'/><category term='yay employed'/><category term='Complaining'/><category term='RA'/><category term='here&apos;s to hoping.'/><category term='Colorgenics'/><category term='get real'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='shock and awe'/><category term='speech'/><category term='(and no I don&apos;t have herpes)'/><category term='hope?'/><category term='rings'/><category term='ubuntu'/><category term='love'/><category term='dee kelley'/><category term='naming my rates'/><category term='DFtR'/><category term='Cheers.'/><category term='somehow it always comes around....'/><category term='the list'/><category term='lists'/><category term='change'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='photos'/><category term='advocacy'/><category term='please'/><category term='hope'/><category term='deep thoughts'/><category term='Go susan'/><category term='no way.'/><category term='thankfullness'/><category term='what&apos;s the point'/><category term='memories'/><category term='any day now really.'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='feeling pretty proud of myself if I must say...'/><category term='ENFP'/><category term='missions'/><category term='stressed'/><category term='the list 2'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='friends'/><category term='faulty.'/><category term='Duh'/><category term='lake'/><category term='&quot;I F**^%$# go to school here.&quot;'/><category term='ONE'/><category term='morganstern'/><category term='know myself'/><category term='life'/><category term='Best of Danica'/><category term='are you ready for some football?'/><category term='food'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='pointless rambling'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Post 600.'/><category term='election08'/><category term='fair trade'/><category term='wedding countdown'/><category term='john newton letters'/><category term='THANK-YOU'/><title type='text'>The Days In Between</title><subtitle type='html'>“I have come to believe that by and large the human family all has the same secrets, which are both very telling and very important to tell. They are telling in the sense that they tell what is perhaps the central paradox of our condition - that &lt;b&gt;what we hunger for perhaps more than anything else is to be known in our full humanness, and yet that is often just what we also fear more than anything else&lt;/b&gt;.”
- Frederick Buechner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>849</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2416317298386711052</id><published>2012-02-09T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:52:02.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><summary type='text'>You guys.Wait till you see this!Before I got out of bed yesterday I went around the internet and I ran across this link  and the photos blew me away...http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2011471/Pictures-sand-Close-photographs-reveal-incredible-beauty.htmlThat is SAND.The seemingly ugly, ordinary stuff we WALK on.I'll spare you the deep thoughts on this, as I know you are already </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2416317298386711052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2416317298386711052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2416317298386711052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/02/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4014825721928411283</id><published>2012-02-06T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:56:21.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See you on the other side. (take two)</title><summary type='text'>Several years back I posted this, and it has been on my mind a lot lately.Then last night at church we went over this very passage.(It always creeps me out when that happens.)One of my goals for 2012, was to really work on my prayer life. Lately it seems like God is giving me lots of opportunity to do this, and sometimes I get discouraged.   As a kid when we had bad storms that drove us into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4014825721928411283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4014825721928411283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4014825721928411283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/02/see-you-on-other-side-take-two.html' title='See you on the other side. (take two)'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3417346666229798916</id><published>2012-02-04T17:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T17:34:38.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sup?</title><summary type='text'>I've scheduled a meeting with a legit accountant. One I'll actually have to pay.  Blah.I've finished Keller's "Counterfeit God's" (so good. the epilogue = terrifyingly beautiful) I highly recommend this book!I've spent $30+ on antique Ball Mason JarsI also read "The Rainmaker" and "The Testament" and "Are My Friends Hanging out Without me?" I've booked all sorts of flights for weddings and work </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3417346666229798916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3417346666229798916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3417346666229798916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/02/sup.html' title='&apos;Sup?'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2938044175068402639</id><published>2012-01-22T16:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:18:25.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion says, "Do."</title><summary type='text'>Jesus says, "Done."Sabbath thoughts.Preach it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2938044175068402639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2938044175068402639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2938044175068402639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/religion-says-do.html' title='Religion says, &quot;Do.&quot;'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5035820997734455027</id><published>2012-01-20T10:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:00:00.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><summary type='text'>-Photos from the past 6 months.-Opportunities to complete any remaining 101 tasks!-Have my car washed, vacuumed and gorgeously clean. (it's been WAY too long)-A day at the spa: mani-pedi, massage.-Peonies-Old School Board Games: LIFE, Trouble, Sorry, Connect 4, Guess Who, Battleship, Twister, Jenga, (Not Monopoly!)-New School Board Games: "The Game of Things"-This Blu-Ray Player-cello </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5035820997734455027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5035820997734455027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5035820997734455027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8137357885266068369</id><published>2012-01-15T12:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:21:39.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Days left!</title><summary type='text'>My 101 has only 50 days left!  Can you believe it?  Seems like only yesterday I was on vacation in Nashville (living in Austin)  coming up with tasks.Below are some tasks I have completed recently:13. Get a Y Membership.  For the record, I got mine in mid-December, not as a new years resolution thing. I could do a whole post on how great and humiliating this has been so far. Maybe one day...19. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8137357885266068369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8137357885266068369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8137357885266068369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/50-days-left.html' title='50 Days left!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8770372196141121100</id><published>2012-01-13T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:28:54.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Folks:</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8770372196141121100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8770372196141121100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8770372196141121100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/remember-folks.html' title='Remember Folks:'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5733545660154668056</id><published>2012-01-09T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:22:33.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><summary type='text'>Today is January 9th.I'm up in DC (in the snow!) awaiting my first day of my new project. Tomorrow I'll meet the team, meet the client and begin the madness.We're already 9 days into 2012. It's official: Christmas vacation is over.Aside from this I don't have many resolutions. A few goals here and there... working on the 101 (progress post to come), working harder/smarter at work and in life,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5733545660154668056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5733545660154668056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5733545660154668056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4559515099708637198</id><published>2012-01-06T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:37:00.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolve.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4559515099708637198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4559515099708637198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4559515099708637198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolve.html' title='Resolve.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2918498054458535294</id><published>2012-01-04T13:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:51:46.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP 2011</title><summary type='text'>"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."2011 was definitely full of adventure, and I am kinda sad to see it go.I started my first project at my new job.I took a road trip alone to stand in 17 feet of snow on the edge of crater lake.I walked the Golden Gate Bridge, rode the trolley and went to H&amp;M far too many times in San Fransisco with Heather.I  rocked out mardi gras like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2918498054458535294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2918498054458535294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2918498054458535294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2012/01/rip-2011.html' title='RIP 2011'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-218431309690653651</id><published>2011-12-16T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:00:42.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry and Bright.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=218431309690653651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/218431309690653651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/218431309690653651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-and-bright.html' title='Merry and Bright.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tk5X7vjfi_8/TutrHjrUdmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eKpzKWBJLAU/s72-c/good%2Bthought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3079209564371426947</id><published>2011-12-04T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:50:40.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Educate.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3079209564371426947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3079209564371426947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3079209564371426947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/12/educate.html' title='Educate.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkj8FJ4reig/TtvrIyAM6JI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Wbj1-EjGiGg/s72-c/AM-I-WEARING-PANTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8578062695103962803</id><published>2011-11-18T11:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:32:29.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all Givers...</title><summary type='text'>Spotted via @morganlevywish I could be there to take part! I'll have to find some programs out in Tucson or OKC... but for those of you in Nashvegas... time to empty those pockets and pantries!Angel Tree Program Sees Record Need This Seasonhttp://www.newschannel5.com/story/16070947/angel-tree-program-sees-record-need-this-holiday-season17,000 kids have registered with Angel Tree in Nashville this</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8578062695103962803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8578062695103962803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8578062695103962803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/11/calling-all-givers.html' title='Calling all Givers...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7899743312973411311</id><published>2011-11-15T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:22:03.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year!</title><summary type='text'>Happy One Year Anniversary to me!Today marks my 1 year Anniversary with my job.  As I sit here in the hotel lounge, eating breakfast, jet-lagged and without my luggage since United lost it somewhere... I can't believe that not only has a year gone by, but I've survived it too!Amid the multiple 60+ hour work weeks and the numerous excel documents that brought tears of frustration to my eyes, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7899743312973411311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7899743312973411311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7899743312973411311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-year.html' title='1 Year!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7890630509226835639</id><published>2011-11-11T20:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:12:15.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a wish.</title><summary type='text'>Happy  11.11.11 from Deutchland!Yes, technically it is already tomorrow over here, but who's really counting? For my fellow Americans it is still 11.11.11. Veteran's Day. Julie's Birthday. Georgia's Birthday. Hopefully for all of you, a good day.Tomorrow's forecast (is it a forecast if I am already there?) is looking good, so get excited.As for me I am about to hit the hay after a long day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7890630509226835639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7890630509226835639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7890630509226835639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-wish.html' title='Make a wish.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6623790128589944419</id><published>2011-10-31T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:38:34.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><summary type='text'>I ordered my Christmas Cards today folks.Get excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6623790128589944419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6623790128589944419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6623790128589944419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-9122507744323289986</id><published>2011-10-25T12:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:23:32.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Top 3's</title><summary type='text'>Trips I want to take1. Fly to Jackson Hole, stay at a lodge and explore the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National Park. Hike through the parks, go fly fishing, take a whitewater rafting trip and go horseback riding through the country.  Eat bison burgers and soak in a hot tub under the stars at night. Yes, please.2. Visit Costa Rica and go zip lining through the rainforest. Stay in a treehouse. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=9122507744323289986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/9122507744323289986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/9122507744323289986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-top-3s.html' title='3 Top 3&apos;s'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-542491537482569717</id><published>2011-10-12T23:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:13:55.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No words.</title><summary type='text'>Best. Weekend. EVER.Dream Come True.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=542491537482569717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/542491537482569717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/542491537482569717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-words.html' title='No words.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_uEWE84pNk/TpZy_RmPMaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/MVy0bc-ooSM/s72-c/IMG-20111008-00209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1610367737643729529</id><published>2011-10-01T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T09:22:52.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, is it just me, or did September FLY by?I. love. fall.The colors, the smells, the FOOTBALL, the bonfires, the sweatshirts, the leaves. Love it.I was strolling through Publix last night when I saw a Yahrzeit candle, and I was briefly reminded of a time when my autumns were covered in darkness... and I had to smile.Because as Robert Frost says: "In three words I can sum up everything I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1610367737643729529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1610367737643729529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1610367737643729529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-october.html' title='Happy October!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8482655096214646827</id><published>2011-09-26T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:45:18.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I said hey! What's goin on?</title><summary type='text'>Monday morning finds me sitting in an airport waiting out a delay and wishing I was still in bed on this rainy day!The news just did a report over student loans and how the US student loan debt now exceeds credit card debt in this country. Maybe I'd be shocked if I wasn't still indentured to my debt.  However, I am officially under $40k now. Holla!  Those lenders are going down! You hear me uncle</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8482655096214646827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8482655096214646827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8482655096214646827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-said-hey-whats-goin-on.html' title='I said hey! What&apos;s goin on?'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2592501342717217922</id><published>2011-09-22T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:42:14.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This years Halloween Costume?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2592501342717217922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2592501342717217922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2592501342717217922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-years-halloween-costume.html' title='This years Halloween Costume?'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5695914214782456727</id><published>2011-09-20T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:05:59.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5695914214782456727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5695914214782456727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5695914214782456727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6176739489872905782</id><published>2011-09-06T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:44:15.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall desires</title><summary type='text'>For the fires to stop and for my tejas peeps to be safe!For people to send me these!(1127 McChesney Nashville, TN 37216)To go apple picking!To go camping!To go see football games! Bonfires, bonfires, bonfires!To live out this quote: "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6176739489872905782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6176739489872905782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6176739489872905782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-desires.html' title='Fall desires'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3417899569379446769</id><published>2011-08-29T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:03:19.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><summary type='text'>This post, shared by Amy, made me smile today. Thanks Amy!Today I made a point to go by Whole Foods to pick some over-priced (yet awesome) pre-made salads along with a bottle of wine to celebrate my new digs at the hotel here in Tucson.After leaving the hands-down most ghetto Whole Foods I have EVER been in, GPS took me on a scenic drive back home. Thanks to gyps I finally got a taste of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3417899569379446769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3417899569379446769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3417899569379446769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5113198626771881831</id><published>2011-08-08T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:50:17.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"How many the fictitious shores before the harbor lie"</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of celebrating with numerous friends and family members who are/have been planning engagements and weddings recently, there has also been mourning. Mourning with other friends.  Friends who have been left, friends who's marriages have fallen apart. Friends who are alone.These days when I seem to float between sadness and joy I have to remind myself (constantly) that Jesus Christ </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5113198626771881831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5113198626771881831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5113198626771881831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-many-fictitious-shores-before.html' title='&quot;How many the fictitious shores before the harbor lie&quot;'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2612493112407742307</id><published>2011-07-21T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:44:52.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listomania</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I sit down to work and it's honestly the last thing that I feel like doing.So I make lists instead.Procrastination lists, if you will.Here are some that I've made over the past few months when I should have been working.Enjoy!5 Trips I Would Like to Take:Amsterdam: Tulips. Anne Frank. Windmills.Montana/Wyoming: Ranches. Tetons. Yellowstone. Glacier. national Parks galore.New Zealand: </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2612493112407742307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2612493112407742307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2612493112407742307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/07/listomania.html' title='Listomania'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7846273395337249061</id><published>2011-07-18T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:36:52.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Up Week</title><summary type='text'>Grown up week has commenced.Despite a rough start with a late Sunday night and an overslept Monday morning I managed to get to the dentist today.  I then went home and made french toast (with french bread, and a frangelico cream to soak it in) and coffee, put together a plate of fruit and a glass of juice and had myself a sexy little breakfast.I trudged through the work day, rewarding myself with</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7846273395337249061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7846273395337249061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7846273395337249061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/07/grown-up-week.html' title='Grown Up Week'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2884709384251875401</id><published>2011-07-11T21:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:47:10.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me laugh (a lot).</title><summary type='text'>(via Christy, via Hairpin. Thanks!)Sometimes State Flags...By Caity Weaver | July 11, 20111. Sometimes state flags run out of red marker before they're finished. (Tennessee)2. Sometimes state flags have aspirations of being limited edition vinyl release indie rock album covers. (California)3. Sometimes state flags try to do too much. (Oregon, front and back)4. Sometimes state flags don’t try to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2884709384251875401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2884709384251875401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2884709384251875401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-made-me-laugh-lot.html' title='This made me laugh (a lot).'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1816785568635597502</id><published>2011-07-08T02:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:28:36.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is so much I don't know.</title><summary type='text'>Like:How summer is already half over?Why have I gone out for ice cream 3 times this week so far? Or better yet: Why haven't I gone 4 times?And why do I like beer flavored ice cream, but not beer itself?Why do mosquitos love me?Will I have to work another 60 hour work week next week in Tucson?Why is practicing the fruits of the spirit so difficult?Why do I crave Diet Dr Pepper every afternoon, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1816785568635597502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1816785568635597502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1816785568635597502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-is-so-much-i-dont-know.html' title='There is so much I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5201676998303141055</id><published>2011-06-18T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:31:22.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff My Dad Taught Me</title><summary type='text'>I'll start by saying that I am incredibly blessed to have such an amazing dad.  With all that has been going on lately I have missed him terribly and it has taken everything in me to not drive home this weekend so that I can be with him.My dad has taught me some great things over the years: how to do hospital corners, how to butter bread so that the entire slice gets some butter, how to throw a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5201676998303141055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5201676998303141055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5201676998303141055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuff-my-dad-taught-me.html' title='Stuff My Dad Taught Me'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4221370237226396475</id><published>2011-06-13T21:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:02:13.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always Leah.</title><summary type='text'>It's been too long. Love, love, love this. "Most people, if they really learn to look into their own hearts would know that they do want, and want acutely, something that cannot be had in this world. There are all sorts of things in this world that offer to give it to you, but they never keep their promise. The longings which arise in us when we first fall in love or first think of some foreign </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4221370237226396475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4221370237226396475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4221370237226396475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/06/number-four-easy-to-say-difficult-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s always Leah.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4726441950381596866</id><published>2011-06-05T10:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T11:03:40.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, between wedding gift shopping for one bride and a bachelorette party for another, I got a phone call from my best friend telling me that her boyfriend popped the question on Friday night.. and she said yes!So a BIG congratulations goes out to my friend Jules who is, hands down, the best, most loyal gal I know (even though she hated me in middle school... ;) ).   It's strange to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4726441950381596866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4726441950381596866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4726441950381596866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/06/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the season'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7007357958608480469</id><published>2011-06-03T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:56:05.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Goals</title><summary type='text'>Ahh summer: the special time where one can spend their days at the lake, or laying by the pool, or perusing the farmers market for the ingredients for your soon-to-be-grilled dinner.  The time when you can spend your nights on the roof under stars, camping in the backyard, or driving with the windows down listening to Coldplay till the sun comes up.  Or maybe that’s just me =)  Now that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7007357958608480469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7007357958608480469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7007357958608480469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-goals.html' title='Summer Goals'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5843600071623766869</id><published>2011-05-26T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:04:11.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Home</title><summary type='text'>Being Home is awesome.Being home without work, but with pay for a week is even more awesome! (though I've been picking up nanny shifts, cause I am determined to put Sallie in her place. Witch.)Being home for: neighborhood group, birthdays in the vineyard, 3 am nights out on the porch with friends playing I never/I have, book club meetings, city church, severe thunderstorm slumber parties with bad</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5843600071623766869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5843600071623766869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5843600071623766869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-being-home.html' title='On Being Home'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1369733062457605129</id><published>2011-05-23T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:02:35.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To count, and not just be counted.</title><summary type='text'>"With him, it matters if I am there, and it matters if I am not there.  Others don't care whether I show or not, to them I am just another person at the party, but dating him has shown me what it means to matter. To count, and not just be counted.  And it's incredible." -KG</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1369733062457605129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1369733062457605129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1369733062457605129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-count-and-not-just-be-counted.html' title='To count, and not just be counted.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-741232707499579796</id><published>2011-05-18T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:35:55.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Say Good-bye</title><summary type='text'>Well folks, I made it.  The Vancouver project wraps tomorrow and tonight is my final night here in my "west coast pad."  I'm excited to get some "time off" before starting with my next client, and GOOD NEWS, I've been slotted for 50% travel (as opposed to the 100% I've been doing). Woohoo!  Cheers to working from home/coffee shops.Anyways, I digress..I took some time this week to think over some </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=741232707499579796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/741232707499579796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/741232707499579796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-say-good-bye.html' title='Time to Say Good-bye'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5652538670944632699</id><published>2011-05-14T23:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:42:42.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was having sex, I'd fear I was pregnant.</title><summary type='text'>Because today I teared up at Belmont's graduation.I didn't even tear up at MY OWN graduation.But there I was, getting all sentimental.I went to celebrate my friend Heather who received her MASTERS today (hell yeah. get it girl)! Needless to say, I am incredibly proud of her.  She is one of few friends to have achieved this goal, and I am slightly jealous!  Going back to school while working </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5652538670944632699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5652538670944632699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5652538670944632699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-i-was-having-sex-id-fear-i-was.html' title='If I was having sex, I&apos;d fear I was pregnant.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4084757378390009559</id><published>2011-05-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:46:23.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's gone down.</title><summary type='text'>Good Friday / He is Risen! The older I get, the more I love Easter.Mom turns 54 in style.I was in town for my mom's birthday, so I took her out to brunch (my favorite meal) at a fancy little French bistro.  It was unbelievably tasty.  We ate, and talked about Europe and how we hope to take a trip there together sometime next year. It was nice. Good times celebrating an amazing woman.Osama was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4084757378390009559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4084757378390009559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4084757378390009559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-gone-down.html' title='What&apos;s gone down.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4454916396131437337</id><published>2011-04-29T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:03:06.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Forrest, Run!</title><summary type='text'>This weekend is marathon weekend for just about everyone I know. Both Nashville and OKC have marathons this weekend, and one of my co-workers is doing a 50 mile race tomorrow (please don't die!!!).Best of luck to all you runners out there.If worst comes to worst, remember:  If I, the girl who was mercilessly teased growing up for the way she runs, can run an entire half marathon without walking, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4454916396131437337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4454916396131437337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4454916396131437337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-forrest-run.html' title='Run Forrest, Run!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1909743399458607805</id><published>2011-04-26T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:08:04.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list 2'/><title type='text'>314 days remain</title><summary type='text'>My 101 Update (finally).Key:Bold = CompletedItalicized = In progress1. Make an educational public plaque.2. Participate in a "Learning to Love you More" project.3. Go a week without carbs.4. Swim with Dolphins.5. Give blood.6. Go on a ghost tour.7. Act in a play/musical.8. Learn sign language.9. Take a pottery class.10. Try 3 drinks I've never had.11. Write a piece of fan mail.12. Go an entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1909743399458607805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1909743399458607805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1909743399458607805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/04/314-days-remain.html' title='314 days remain'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4820017743076602242</id><published>2011-04-17T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:36:17.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><summary type='text'>Too much life, both good and bad recently.Lately, in spite of everything, the lies speak much, much louder, and I'm struggling.I'm fighting it as best I can but I am so, incredibly tired.And I'm alone.Save Jesus...And that's where I am trying to rest...  trusting that He has fought and will keep on fighting for me.And not change his mind.“Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4820017743076602242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4820017743076602242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4820017743076602242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5656475029846264727</id><published>2011-04-11T00:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:28:47.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicada Summer</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago I took part in NaNoWriMo (a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing on November 1. The goal is to write a 50,000 word, (approximately 175 page) novel by 11:59:59, November 30.) ... I managed to get 1/3rd of my novel, "Cicada Summer," done and I planned to continue to add to it little by little in the coming months. Truth be told I had almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5656475029846264727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5656475029846264727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5656475029846264727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/04/cicada-summer.html' title='Cicada Summer'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2916515519172790086</id><published>2011-04-04T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:36:23.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbulence</title><summary type='text'>For not being a flight attendant, I fly quite a bit; roughly 20 flights a month since January actually.  I’ve come to enjoy flying less and less as I’ve grown older.  I had thought that I might become a calm flier with my travel becoming more and more frequent, but that hasn’t happened yet.  I’m cool as a cucumber till we hit a patch of turbulence, and then it’s the usual: my heart speeds up, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2916515519172790086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2916515519172790086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2916515519172790086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/04/turbulence.html' title='Turbulence'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3932903177801125208</id><published>2011-03-30T15:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:52:59.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the bad, the ugly</title><summary type='text'>The GoodFriday Night Lights.  I want to be Tammy Taylor when I grow up.Tax refundsHaving a dad like mine.A 101 update coming soonishThe BadThere's a lot of hard, hard stuff going on with my family right now and I'm not sure how it's all going to play out.  ...and I'm scaredEating too much.  Repeatedly.The UglyWatching a few friends' marriages fall apart while being able to do nothing about it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3932903177801125208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3932903177801125208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3932903177801125208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The Good, the bad, the ugly'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3367366772298187818</id><published>2011-03-27T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:44:18.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home.</title><summary type='text'>To sum it up:There was bowling, walking, exploring, dancing, hiking, running, laughing, crying, driving, flying, waiting, not enough sleeping, catching, throwing, riding, teasing, lying, losing, winning, pretending, ignoring, friending, hiding, enjoying and dreaming.And eating, eating, eating.I stuffed myself on beignets and café au lait, and muffaletas, and gumbo, and pralines, and crawfish </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3367366772298187818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3367366772298187818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3367366772298187818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WCtnA0yDznY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6787268454439934732</id><published>2011-03-14T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:52:17.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down. Take a nap.</title><summary type='text'>"..oh I know whatcha thinking.  But God never abandoned you, Firefly. He was holding you through all the pain and unfairness that found it's way to you, and He made you stronger through it! And as much as it pained you, I'd wager it cut the good Lord's heart a great deal more...  Firefly, God was watchin! and He's still watchin!  Sometimes He puts us on these journeys.. journey's that feel like </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6787268454439934732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6787268454439934732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6787268454439934732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/03/sit-down-take-nap.html' title='Sit down. Take a nap.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7945396902264527785</id><published>2011-02-23T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:27:04.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whether fate be foul or fair, Why falter I or fear? What should man do but dare?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7945396902264527785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7945396902264527785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7945396902264527785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/whether-fate-be-foul-or-fair-why-falter.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2959416780110966384</id><published>2011-02-20T09:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:05:45.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 quick thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Today I did not want to get up and finish the work that I failed to do on Friday.  I was about to complain, but then I remembered how blessed I am to have this opportunity, even though others chalk it up to luck.  And then I thought about that song, "timing is everything"   and the line that says, when the stars line upand you catch a good breakand people think your luckybut you know it's graceit</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2959416780110966384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2959416780110966384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2959416780110966384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-quick-thoughts.html' title='3 quick thoughts'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lt_XZVMA7gs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3333801405102500003</id><published>2011-02-17T01:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:28:04.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Known Fact</title><summary type='text'>As morbid as it undoubtedly sounds, cemeteries are one of the best places to clear your head.(Not to mention, the older ones are gorgeous)...and I think I am overdue for a visit.(and I mean that in the least morbid way possible...)"clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose."Happy Weekend. (thursday is the new friday)ps. #14, 81, and 99 = classy, heck YES, and enjoyed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3333801405102500003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3333801405102500003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3333801405102500003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-known-fact.html' title='Little Known Fact'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3745740377681899762</id><published>2011-02-14T13:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:01:01.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Peoples' Thoughts on Loveeeeeeee</title><summary type='text'>It started with my cousin Luke trying to convince me to get a tattoo. I mentioned my hesitation with not knowing how my body would deal with a tattoo 10 years down the road. Without missing a beat he retorted,"It's like marriage, you're never going to be certain, you just have to jump in and do it... you're too busy worrying what you'll think on down the road. You can't do that. You make an </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3745740377681899762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3745740377681899762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3745740377681899762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-peoples-thoughts-on-loveeeeeeee.html' title='Other Peoples&apos; Thoughts on Loveeeeeeee'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4900930497194737210</id><published>2011-02-13T14:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:39:54.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinators Unite!</title><summary type='text'>I had a very romantic day yesterday  when I drove my cousin Luke to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time.We ran on the beach, danced in the rain, drove the 101, sipped coffee and ate some of the best clam chowder I have ever had from a beachside cafe in oceanside portland.  It was pretty awesome.   I've always thought it would be cool to take someone on a mystery date, drive them to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4900930497194737210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4900930497194737210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4900930497194737210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/procrastinators-unite.html' title='Procrastinators Unite!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6315974677892668867</id><published>2011-02-08T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:50:05.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions, Links, and the Winner is:</title><summary type='text'>Alright, first things first: Helloooooo packers! Bringing the lombardi trophy right on home for this happy gals bday! Thanks!!!!!!!!!  And congrats on being the most watched TV program ever!  And groupon what were you thinking with that one ad?  And dangggg Chrysler.. get it!... . And yes the half-time show was terrible.  And personally I kinda think Christina did it on purpose to prove she </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6315974677892668867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6315974677892668867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6315974677892668867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/opinions-links-and-winner-is.html' title='Opinions, Links, and the Winner is:'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1697518190896182841</id><published>2011-02-03T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:30:04.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbit:</title><summary type='text'>I love compiling bundles of small gifts for people.Stocking stuffers.Easter Baskets.Random mail with trinkets.Care packages!It's kinda a problem... especially now that I have a paycheck....Thankfully I have kept my eyes on the budget and behaved as of late..  HOWEVER... with my birthday this weekend I've decided to make a  grand entrance into my "official" late-20's and do a little "giveaway."  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1697518190896182841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1697518190896182841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1697518190896182841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/tidbit.html' title='Tidbit:'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4083430551282804806</id><published>2011-02-01T01:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:37:01.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some urge me to be temperate, lukewarm will never do...</title><summary type='text'>Ya'll ready for the most awkward post EVER?(you know you live for this stuff...)Great cause here it comes.I'm donating my wedding dress this week.Yup.I've researched a few different options, and I even tried to sell it a few times, to no avail, unless you count the 2 different "I'll wire you some cash" con artists as options...(i wish I were joking)  sheesh...really people?In case you've ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4083430551282804806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4083430551282804806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4083430551282804806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-urge-me-to-be-temperate-lukewarm.html' title='Some urge me to be temperate, lukewarm will never do...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7856953770916460760</id><published>2011-01-27T13:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:10:02.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies...</title><summary type='text'>So I left you hanging...In the midst of all my Packer excitement over the weekend......(soooooooo excited.  There was dancing!  and by the way, just wait till you see my outfit for gameday/bday... it's pretty amazing)..I forgot to tune back in and share my big 101 completion with you!Drumroll please....................Some folks buy TV's...Others choose fancy clothes...But I... am apparently not </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7856953770916460760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7856953770916460760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7856953770916460760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/apologies.html' title='Apologies...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRYdwBkIcYM/TUHQ0sZA1wI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yIGmgPa4xS4/s72-c/cello.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5761349841216202191</id><published>2011-01-23T01:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:14:03.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, guess what?</title><summary type='text'>As per Heather's request, this post will not mention Jesus*.... It will however mention some 101 successes!There will be pictures to come, BUT.... my room is currently undergoing a makeover.  Turns out all those years of watching HGTV while children napped have paid off!  As of today #14: Paint a room, is complete! (before, during and after photos coming soon!) Side note: It may be man mecca, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5761349841216202191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5761349841216202191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5761349841216202191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-guess-what.html' title='Hey, guess what?'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2546695506723805820</id><published>2011-01-21T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:16:37.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday on the plane I was thinking about how weird my life is now, and I was praying thinking back to this time last year and I got to flipping through my personal journal when I came across an entry from this very date last year.  I don't typically  copy entries directly from my personal space on here for obvious reasons, but this particular entry really struck me, for reasons I will later </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2546695506723805820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2546695506723805820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2546695506723805820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-9184076168524925245</id><published>2011-01-18T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:22:57.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash!</title><summary type='text'>This just in!Guess who just received an email from her manager commending their comprehension?Me! yay!Celebrating with a glass of wine and (unburnt) pizza as we speak.Hollaaaaa</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=9184076168524925245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/9184076168524925245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/9184076168524925245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/news-flash.html' title='News Flash!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-213479468285253175</id><published>2011-01-13T23:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:50:07.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Truths, No lies.</title><summary type='text'>(some of these facts stolen from my five new thingz, sorry for being so repetitive lately)This week at work I had breakfast meetings AND Social dinners. I swear this job is a secret "weight gain camp"Speaking of my job, I'd like to go on the record as saying that it isn't "peachy" all the time. (not that anything ever is.. and anyone who says otherwise is selling something... you heard it hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=213479468285253175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/213479468285253175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/213479468285253175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-truths-no-lies.html' title='Three Truths, No lies.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1504383699695367123</id><published>2011-01-09T00:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:09:09.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>#36</title><summary type='text'>For this child I have prayed...Well folks guess what?  Today was an exciting and long-awaited day. Let me back up.For some time now I have always been jealous of my friends and roommates that sponsor kids through World Relief/Compassion International, thinking "as soon as I get a full time job, I'm totally doing that!"In hindsight I wish I had stepped out on faith and just gone ahead with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1504383699695367123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1504383699695367123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1504383699695367123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/36.html' title='#36'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRYdwBkIcYM/TSldl4m4ZpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9stx5MMCi3Y/s72-c/pras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8958254061957771348</id><published>2011-01-06T06:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T06:44:00.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><summary type='text'>“There are moments that mark your life, moments when you realize nothing will ever be the same again, and time is divided into two parts, before this and after this, now sometimes you can feel such a moment coming, that’s the test, or so I tell myself at times like these: strong people keep moving forward anyway, no matter what they’re gonna find.” -Unknown</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8958254061957771348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8958254061957771348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8958254061957771348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2927464377406788903</id><published>2011-01-04T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:37:26.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>I wish I could go to prayer meeting at City Church.I honestly don't like missing.That's all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2927464377406788903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2927464377406788903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2927464377406788903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4076015418367525292</id><published>2011-01-01T23:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:10:13.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring out the old, ring in the new</title><summary type='text'>Still love it...  Happy New Year friends."Ring Out Wild Bells..."By: Alfred Lord TennysonRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.Ring out the grief that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4076015418367525292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4076015418367525292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4076015418367525292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/01/ring-out-old-ring-in-new_01.html' title='Ring out the old, ring in the new'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7669575294461331547</id><published>2010-12-31T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:00:48.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you look back on your year and it doesn't bring you tears, of joy or sadness, then it was a year wasted." - Ally McBeal</title><summary type='text'>Oh Ms. McBeal.. I've never seen your show, but I guess I'll agree with you on this one. (ps. eat a steak, please!)Confession: I have a goal-setting problem...  and not in the normal sense. My problem is that setting goals comes easliy for me. I set a lot of goals and I set them often and, not to brag, but, roughly 92.14% of the time I accomplish whatever goals I set.  On some levels it's awesome;</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7669575294461331547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7669575294461331547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7669575294461331547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-look-back-on-your-year-and-it.html' title='&quot;If you look back on your year and it doesn&apos;t bring you tears, of joy or sadness, then it was a year wasted.&quot; - Ally McBeal'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRYdwBkIcYM/TQOM2AeifQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UuTpTEi32Tg/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7997468785931046007</id><published>2010-12-27T15:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:41:43.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>793</title><summary type='text'>“ Most of us think of waiting as something very passive, a hopeless state determined by events totally out of our hands… . But there is none of this passivity in scripture. Those who are waiting are waiting very actively. They know that what they are waiting for is growing from the ground on which they are standing. That’s the secret. The secret of waiting is the faith that the seed has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7997468785931046007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7997468785931046007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7997468785931046007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/793.html' title='793'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2546338024229582833</id><published>2010-12-25T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T13:30:04.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating new thing, don't betray me by becoming familiar..</title><summary type='text'>Or better yet.. become familiar... So familiar that I could find my way to You with  my eyes closed no matter what's going on in the world. A harbour IN the tempest.  I'm finding that sometimes "newness" is over-rated, after all, familiarity doesn't have to be any less fascinating....Merry Christmas!May Jesus be more and more familiar to us all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2546338024229582833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2546338024229582833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2546338024229582833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/fascinating-new-thing-dont-betray-me-by.html' title='Fascinating new thing, don&apos;t betray me by becoming familiar..'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5778789611505807505</id><published>2010-12-24T23:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:02:06.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Shared Vlog</title><summary type='text'>The following is dedicated to Ms. Heather Snodgrass, the coolest middle-school teacher and fellow 5 New Things pal I know... Enjoy Heather.and, yes I cut my own head off... whoops.ps.. I lied about the christmas carol at the end.. sorry..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5778789611505807505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5778789611505807505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5778789611505807505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-shared-vlog.html' title='Christmas Eve Shared Vlog'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8039799856755997385</id><published>2010-12-23T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:03:37.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Adam!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Christmas! It's vlog day in Danica world (get it? video+blog= vlog? Yes, I am a nerd), so this particular feed gets the glasses-free me Christmas Card... Happy Holidays and "Merry Christmas Adam!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8039799856755997385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8039799856755997385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8039799856755997385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-adam.html' title='Merry Christmas Adam!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-snXkoh8kfA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2602031262924846942</id><published>2010-12-12T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:33:51.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I heard this sermon</title><summary type='text'>recently that kinda rocked my world.  Not to swoon on Tim Keller, but it was one of his free online downloads and the premise was this:"Commit to the Lord whatever you DO, and He will establish your PLANS. The Lord works out everything to its proper end..." -Proverbs 16:3-4aKeller made the point that often Christians get it backwards,  committing their PLANS to the Lord and then expecting Him to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2602031262924846942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2602031262924846942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2602031262924846942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-heard-this-sermon.html' title='I heard this sermon'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6539710946913889757</id><published>2010-11-25T12:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:05:00.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like an outdated map, my borders are changing." -Henri Cole</title><summary type='text'>Hello friends, and Happy Thanksgiving.I'm taking another sabbatical in light of the advent season. I hope to use this time to focus on things other than the Internet.  I may stop by from time to time with a holiday tidbit or two (a great many of you have yet to see the upside down trees at North Pole City, and that's worth seeing!).. but for the most part I really want to live my life in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6539710946913889757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6539710946913889757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6539710946913889757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-outdated-map-my-borders-are.html' title='&quot;Like an outdated map, my borders are changing.&quot; -Henri Cole'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3201733155056533672</id><published>2010-11-15T06:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:45:20.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still.</title><summary type='text'>So today is a big day.  (insert excited/nervous face here)In a couple hours I'll head off to Chicago to begin training for the new job.I'm still amazed at how quickly and flawlessly this job came together.  So much so that I can feel myself getting nervous, waiting for the other shoe to fall.And for the record, I hate this "prepare for the worst just in case"  mentality that I seem to fall into. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3201733155056533672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3201733155056533672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3201733155056533672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/11/still.html' title='Still.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2934777916824644695</id><published>2010-11-13T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:20:41.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that have transpired...</title><summary type='text'>October was a bit of a rough month for reasons I won't get into now. Suffice it to say, it wasn't the greatest month ever. Nor was it the worst... but alas it's November now.. Hooray!!!I quit twitter.  I wasn't really using it, and it was just one more thing to keep up with.. so for now I'm a twitter quitter. =/I saw Sara Bareillis play at the Ryman and it was really good. I'll admit I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2934777916824644695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2934777916824644695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2934777916824644695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-that-have-transpired.html' title='Things that have transpired...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRYdwBkIcYM/TN8IntSlNgI/AAAAAAAAArI/AG5Pfh1QiZg/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2915378026020396489</id><published>2010-11-03T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:28:48.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working toward wise.</title><summary type='text'>"If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives  generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you....  But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then   peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit,   impartial and sincere." James 1:5, 3:17"...the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2915378026020396489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2915378026020396489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2915378026020396489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/11/working-toward-wise.html' title='Working toward wise.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-457372776858467951</id><published>2010-10-12T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:25:25.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Inbetween</title><summary type='text'>This has been on my mind for several weeks... and especially today.Leslie Bond EvansWe really are living in the saturdays...And I for one can not wait until that someday Sunday when everything will be made right.Come quickly, Lord Jesus."For the Lord is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=457372776858467951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/457372776858467951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/457372776858467951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-inbetween.html' title='The Days Inbetween'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6081799558263485835</id><published>2010-10-09T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:07:23.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Photo Update</title><summary type='text'>So I should have been posting pictures all this time, but you know how life goes.  Now most of the photos I have of first few completed tasks are in books and albums and I don't have any digital copies of them. =/  But here are some pictures from my more recent completions!#65 Start "Travel Gal" or "Fivenewthingz" blogI actually started this back in May, but never really mentioned it (cause I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6081799558263485835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6081799558263485835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6081799558263485835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/10/101-photo-update.html' title='101 Photo Update'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRYdwBkIcYM/TLDbeKHCpgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/w-iPDVMc5ic/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5361165243221869591</id><published>2010-10-05T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:02:16.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Convicted?</title><summary type='text'>There's this speech going around on Facebook from an abortion survivor.  I finally watched it the other day. The entire speech is amazing, but the part that stood out to me the most was toward the end where she stops and speaks directly to men and women.Seriously, it gave me chills. It made me want to take all my guy friends out for lunch just so I could encourage them and say, "Have courage. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5361165243221869591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5361165243221869591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5361165243221869591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/10/convicted.html' title='Convicted?'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-3611643642406775337</id><published>2010-10-01T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:55:07.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>October, please play nice.</title><summary type='text'>I can count on 2 fingers the number of times I've had to lay down on the bathroom floor. (gross)This morning at 5am was one of them.Thankfully my fever broke and now 3 hours later I feel fine, aside from wanting gatorade and applesauce (I see a Kroger trip in my future.. why don't I keep these things in stock?). Unfortunately I had called in to work during the throws of sickness, and they filled </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=3611643642406775337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3611643642406775337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/3611643642406775337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-please-play-nice.html' title='October, please play nice.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7012403801791061146</id><published>2010-09-25T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:32:53.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Paul.</title><summary type='text'>Reading through the Bible the other day I was reminded that Paul is quite an interesting fellow.Sure, he gave us great texts about grace and justification and the fruits of the spirit, and freedom and love... absolutely!But then he also comes out with stuff like Galatians 5:12:"As for those agitators, I wish they would go the whole way and emasculate themselves!"People never seem to choose verses</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7012403801791061146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7012403801791061146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7012403801791061146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/silly-paul.html' title='Silly Paul.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-9143902461979494158</id><published>2010-09-17T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:22:32.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny (via ExShutz)</title><summary type='text'>A girl I knew in college now writes a blog that casually chronicles her married life (congrats on 4 yrs by the way!)... the following post of hers made me laugh. Couldn't help but share. Reminds me of so many other friends from back home, so I know some of you will appreciate this!Oh and PS. #17, #52, #67, and #74: done, done, done and done. =)A Triumph in Effective Marital Conversation      WIFE</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=9143902461979494158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/9143902461979494158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/9143902461979494158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-funny-via-exshutz.html' title='Too funny (via ExShutz)'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-6917992174538032161</id><published>2010-09-11T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:20:48.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Considered Blogging About (but obviously haven't yet)</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes in life I keep a mental running list of things that I feel are internet worthy. Of that list maybe 2% of them ever actually appear  in my published content. Lately I've had lots of random "potentially-internet-worthy" posts running through my brain, and basically I've been using/saving them for real-life conversations, (or mentioning it in passing on 5NT) but today I've written up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=6917992174538032161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6917992174538032161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/6917992174538032161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-ive-considered-blogging-about.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Considered Blogging About (but obviously haven&apos;t yet)'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1903106313855401924</id><published>2010-09-07T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:30:19.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#37 Check</title><summary type='text'>I only slipped a couple times, and none of them involved social media... so we're counting that as a win.But it's over. Cue the dance party.And I don't know why the comment section is screwed up.. I'll work on it.At least 2 more tasks will go down this week. What could they be?Oooo, ahhh, mystery.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1903106313855401924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1903106313855401924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1903106313855401924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/37-check.html' title='#37 Check'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7484662249290830661</id><published>2010-09-02T02:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:57:22.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Killing Me Smalls!</title><summary type='text'>Ok...If I were conducting a social experiment I could definitely prove to you that a person can go weeks, months, sometimes years without seeing some people and never hear anything of it... however if you disappear from FACEBOOK, you will undoubtedly have a reaction within the hour.Apparently I have some explaining to do.That said, everyone exhale.... as I take a short break from my mission to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7484662249290830661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7484662249290830661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7484662249290830661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-killing-me-smalls.html' title='You&apos;re Killing Me Smalls!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8827393681471253419</id><published>2010-08-26T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:00:03.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report: 101 is just about half done?!</title><summary type='text'>And by half done I mean time wise, sadly, and not task wise.. though I am on my way. For those keeping track here's the list: the bold tasks have been completed... I'm currently sitting with 25 completed tasks...(that's roughly 1/4th for the math shy among us)  Hoorah!Maybe some pics of completed tasks coming soon? We'll see... To learn more about the 101 in 1001 official project, please visit </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8827393681471253419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8827393681471253419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8827393681471253419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/progress-report-101-is-just-about-half.html' title='Progress Report: 101 is just about half done?!'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-490973023891104396</id><published>2010-08-16T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:18:20.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Braggin'</title><summary type='text'>Thought I'd take a moment to brag on my awesome mom.Last summer while I was working in Africa distributing grants with a firm based out of DC, fate would have it that both of my parents would not only be in Africa, but in the same country, and same cities as I was.My parents church (also the church I grew up in) had started a project called "The Swaziland Partnership" and the firm I was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=490973023891104396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/490973023891104396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/490973023891104396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/braggin.html' title='Braggin&apos;'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8886689400579435915</id><published>2010-06-21T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:16:35.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget the Car in Front of You.</title><summary type='text'>Most people who know me well know that I am a terrible driver. Well, maybe not terrible, but scary.I'll admit it. I'm a scary driver.  The thing is, I really hate driving with other people in my car, because the entire time I feel like they are judging my driving, and generally they are, mainly because my fear of judgement causes me to do stupid things. It's a cyclical problem.Another thing I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8886689400579435915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8886689400579435915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8886689400579435915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-forget-car-in-front-of-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget the Car in Front of You.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5361228392242785496</id><published>2010-06-11T17:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:30:51.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On other parts of the interwebs...</title><summary type='text'>I recently felt like attending a Nashville Roller Girls practice session and then writing about it.  So I did.It was awesome and slightly terrifying.Nashvillest published my short synopsis here.  Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5361228392242785496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5361228392242785496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5361228392242785496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-other-parts-of-interwebs.html' title='On other parts of the interwebs...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-4108516861116980925</id><published>2010-06-09T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:20:54.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><summary type='text'>Big Sur, Carmel and Pebble Beach need to invite me over for a vacation. (for free)Let's get on that, California.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=4108516861116980925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4108516861116980925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/4108516861116980925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-5307438569847589395</id><published>2010-05-27T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:01:02.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long old friend.</title><summary type='text'>My cat of 20 years was put down today.=(Not sure what else to say without sounding like a crazy cat woman...But she is missed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=5307438569847589395&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5307438569847589395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/5307438569847589395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-long-old-friend.html' title='So long old friend.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8019479295951636488</id><published>2010-05-26T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:54:37.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama always said,</title><summary type='text'>"We make time for the things that matter most to us."and she was right...We find a way to do the things our hearts most desire.True on so many levels. I need to keep these things in mind... and practice them!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8019479295951636488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8019479295951636488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8019479295951636488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/mama-always-said.html' title='Mama always said,'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7145576415854022523</id><published>2010-05-24T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:02:40.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I risk being uncool for liking the LOST finale...</title><summary type='text'>****Spoiler alert**** Don't read if you haven't watched it yet. (duh)*****I liked it. I'll say it again: I. Liked. It. Borderline loved... borderline, in that the farther away from it I get, the more I like it.Now I know it's hip and trendy to hate on anything popular. I get that.And LOST fans are notorious for being disappointed due to their wide array of expectations. I get that.But I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7145576415854022523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7145576415854022523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7145576415854022523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-risk-being-uncool-for-liking-lost.html' title='Why I risk being uncool for liking the LOST finale...'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1862350438776180449</id><published>2010-05-21T23:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:11:14.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Listomania</title><summary type='text'>Stuff I want to do this SummerCamp, more than once.Go fishing.Go swimming.See movies in the park, more than once!Attend the Belcourt Outdoor Summer SeriesDo brunch at MarcheRide bikesGet a bike...Go to some baseball games.Attend a Monday Night Dance party at the 5 spotBuy one of THESE and use it a lot!Get a pedicure..sandal season ya'llBottle firefliesStuff I want to do before the year is upPay </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1862350438776180449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1862350438776180449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1862350438776180449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-listomania.html' title='Summer Listomania'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2443324834485201319</id><published>2010-05-17T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:04:02.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>So I was listening through some graduation speeches yesterday, (side note: I love graduation speeches, and THIS ONE, may very well be my all-time fave) and it dawned on me that I have been out of school now for 4 years. Four years!  Where did the time go? I like to think that I've learned some things, or perhaps, reinforced some ideology, in my short time away from academia..That being said, if I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2443324834485201319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2443324834485201319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2443324834485201319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2346789071978490363</id><published>2010-05-07T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:18:25.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the New Normal.</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday I spent the day ripping peoples' homes apart. I watched a woman enter her home for the first time since the waters filled it with a foot and a half of water. We helped as she went through the entire downstairs to pick the 3 or 4 things which were salvageable. That afternoon I worked with 8 other people for 2 hours ripping up another downstairs of a home that held about 2 feet of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2346789071978490363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2346789071978490363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2346789071978490363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-new-normal.html' title='Back to the New Normal.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-2398834237740728551</id><published>2010-05-05T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:03:29.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing pictures</title><summary type='text'>http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2095418&amp;id=34100008&amp;l=69666214c8</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=2398834237740728551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2398834237740728551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/2398834237740728551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-pictures.html' title='Amazing pictures'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-992965788113185560</id><published>2010-05-04T13:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:50:14.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In. Breathe Out. Keep Singing.</title><summary type='text'>The past few days have been nothing if not momentous.  With the help of some friends I'll try to relay what I can.If you live outside of Nashville, you may not be aware, but our city was hit by a 500-year flood over the last few days. The national news coverage gave us 15 minutes, but went back to focusing on a failed car bomb and an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. While both are clearly </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=992965788113185560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/992965788113185560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/992965788113185560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathe-in-breathe-out-keep-singing.html' title='Breathe In. Breathe Out. Keep Singing.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRYdwBkIcYM/S-Bnyjmj3CI/AAAAAAAAAns/uDR0krzpYsA/s72-c/x2_13e4488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-8951610332374046311</id><published>2010-04-24T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:02:29.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>So it's not just me?</title><summary type='text'>I can't decide if that makes me feel better or worse....Welcome to Your Quarterlife CrisisYou can't make any decisions because you don't know what you want. And you don't know what you want because you don't know who you are. And you don't know who you are because you're allowed to be anyone you want. How messed up is that?BY Kate Carraway   April 01, 2009 21:04Imagine a day in the life of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=8951610332374046311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8951610332374046311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/8951610332374046311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-its-not-just-me.html' title='So it&apos;s not just me?'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-944953538404884891</id><published>2010-03-22T17:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:02:45.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asked and Answered.</title><summary type='text'>Big pros. Big cons.  And I'm not saying anything more about it.So long Rush.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=944953538404884891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/944953538404884891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/944953538404884891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/asked-and-answered.html' title='Asked and Answered.'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1808648535612039634</id><published>2010-03-16T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:47:08.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>What I actually did:</title><summary type='text'>Dried my hairWorked my morning/afternoon jobWorked my evening jobwent to store for suppliesHad my debit card declined repeatedlyspent 20 minutes on the phone with the bank while driving home sans suppliesMade plans to get a new card sometime before 11am tomorrowFailed to Make rice krispy treatsFailed to cut and dip rice kripsy treatsContemplated making a batch of cupcakesFelt with certainty that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1808648535612039634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1808648535612039634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1808648535612039634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-actually-did.html' title='What I actually did:'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-7478470371090700529</id><published>2010-03-16T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:53:28.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>To Do Today:</title><summary type='text'>Dry my hairWork morning/afternoon jobWork evening jobGo to store for suppliesMake rice krispy treatsCut and dip rice kripsy treatsMake a batch of cupcakesKeep fingers crossed for certain jobsDo more laundry</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=7478470371090700529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7478470371090700529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/7478470371090700529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-do-today.html' title='To Do Today:'/><author><name>Day-nick-uh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09447492498076616281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYrtvYcekpk/ThuyFiOryBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Je-WdEPKOTk/s220/hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642854.post-1161980954813482998</id><published>2010-03-11T00:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:38:25.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like...</title><summary type='text'>...I am on pause.( i am updating the sidebars though, so stop by sometime)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3642854&amp;postID=1161980954813482998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1161980954813482998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3642854/posts/default/1161980954813482998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-like.html' 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