<?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-5456627</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:15:46.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>My random deep thoughts, mostly so I can stop forcing people to listen to me.  :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113987141744830817</id><published>2006-02-13T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:59:39.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided to have a new blog.  I got tired of having to explain to people the whole soap reference in my blog, so I decided to go with a more generic name.  My new blog, "So Very Carrie" can be found at: www.CarrieSoVery.blogspot.comI'll probably still post at both somewhat, but eventually I want to move over there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113987141744830817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113987141744830817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113987141744830817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113987141744830817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-decided-to-have-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113979347321116508</id><published>2006-02-12T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:17:53.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pregnant People-I just found out today that my friend Jen Grantham (nee VerHage) who I haven't seen in forever is pregnant!  I'm so happy for her!  She and her husband are such beautiful people, I know that their baby will have to be uber-cute.  I also found out that another Veritas/Truth alumni- Mitzi- has had a baby.  I hope that it inherits her southern accent!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113979347321116508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113979347321116508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113979347321116508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113979347321116508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/pregnant-people-i-just-found-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113946145298402173</id><published>2006-02-08T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:59:50.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've Been Published!I just thought I should mention that the dream I've had since roughly second grade has come true- I am a published author!  Its only in a small newspaper- County Wide Newspaper, and it is definetly not my finest work, but 10,000 copies of it go out every week and I am being paid for my words, so I'm celebrating. Oddly, I am stepping down as a weekly contributor to the paper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113946145298402173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113946145298402173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113946145298402173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113946145298402173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-published-i-just-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113946039419084128</id><published>2006-02-08T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:02:24.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new "most embarrasing moment"I found out today that I may have inadvertantly asked out the professor of my geology lab out on a date last semester and only just realized it. I never use the email on WebCT on WMU's website, but today I finally went there to clean out old emails and such, and I see an email from my prof.  In this lab I partnered with this girl, Crystal, who I felt led to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113946039419084128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113946039419084128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113946039419084128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113946039419084128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-new-most-embarrasing-moment-i.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113443236446580836</id><published>2005-12-12T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:20:50.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a long time.Its been so long since I've written, but as I have reiterated probably too often, I have been crazy with this semster of school. Thankfully, I am FINALLY done. And thats not even what I am planning on blogging about right now. What I want to write is my incomplete, totally biased list of favorite movies that are not strictly Christmas movies, but contain great holiday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113443236446580836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113443236446580836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113443236446580836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113443236446580836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113253218328000461</id><published>2005-11-20T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:16:23.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>West Wing and Real LifeOkay, the other day I was watching my dvds of West Wing and I cam to episode "Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics" and I was wondering where the name for the episode came from- and oddly I found out rather soon.  I was reading Reader's Digest and in an article on political manipulation of Statistcs it mentioned that Mark Twain had said a phrase containing these very words.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113253218328000461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113253218328000461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113253218328000461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113253218328000461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/11/west-wing-and-real-life-okay-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113253129432440363</id><published>2005-11-20T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:42:15.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still MissingI was reading this article while I was doing some research on the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (someday I would love to work for them) and I came across this article discussing the number of children who are still repoerted as missing from Hurricane Katrina.  We are all getting back to normal life, but is of the utmost importance that we don't forget that for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113253129432440363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113253129432440363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113253129432440363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113253129432440363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/11/still-missing-i-was-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113132643827216413</id><published>2005-11-06T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:18:12.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A.W. Tozer:"Much that passes for Christianity today is the brief bright effort of the severed branch to bring for its fruit in its season.  But the deep laws of life are against it.  Preoccupation with appearances and a corresponding neglect of the out of sight root of the true spiritual life are prophetic signs which go unheeded.... The whole Bible and all the great saints of the past join to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113132643827216413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113132643827216413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113132643827216413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113132643827216413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113125343429464304</id><published>2005-11-05T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:56:07.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Flapper Costume and Open Mic NightI was reading what I wrote about good movies that I watched recently, and I realized that I forgot the movie that was the impetus of the whole thing.  Matchstick Men is a wonderful, wonderful movie.  I was surpirsed- I bought it without ever having seen it from the video store as previously viewed movie for $5.  I'd remembered hearing a little bit about it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113125343429464304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113125343429464304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113125343429464304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113125343429464304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-flapper-costume-and-open-mic-night.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113124955907691588</id><published>2005-11-05T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:59:19.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so exhausted and I've still got a lot more to do.  I'm debating right now because I could finish up next semester and be done forever with school, but I would have to go insane and take 6 classes.  They'd all be interesting, but I'm not sure if I'd enjoy them at all if I was that busy.  I also still need to save up my money for my car repairs, but I know I couldn't do it if I had that many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113124955907691588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113124955907691588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113124955907691588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113124955907691588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-exhausted-and-ive-still-got-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-113112585933984096</id><published>2005-11-04T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:36:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:"I don't chase men, I just follow them around."~Angel Marie Hughes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113112585933984096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=113112585933984096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113112585933984096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/113112585933984096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-i-dont-chase-men-i-just-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112883406039969605</id><published>2005-10-08T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:58:16.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things that made me smile recently... and things that mde me frown:Smile: Lindsay Buckingham on Soundstage right now! Frown: WMU in a rather odd scheme to decrease their heating costs has decided to delay the beginning on the Jan-April '06 term for a week.  Though I guess thats more of a eyebrow raised in question rather than a true frown. Smile: Going to the Apple Oarchard with Angel Marie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112883406039969605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112883406039969605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112883406039969605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112883406039969605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-made-me-smile-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112865588538013959</id><published>2005-10-06T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:31:25.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It is not too much to require that what the wisest of mankind, those who are best entitled to trust their own judgment, find necessary to warrant their relying on it, should be submitted to by that miscellaneous collection of a few wise and many foolish individuals, called the public."On LibertyJohn Stuart MillIsn't it funny how things that are true in 1859 are still true today?  We had to read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112865588538013959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112865588538013959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112865588538013959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112865588538013959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-is-not-too-much-to-require-that.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112795981731551796</id><published>2005-09-28T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:10:17.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is just a reminder to me of things I am going to blog about:Tolkein's commentary on WW2 era England in LOTRMillish Concertmoviespostsecret.com article in kzoo gazettetim+ schoolhttp://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Edna_St_Vincent_Millay/edna_st_vincent_millay_sonnet_1.htmspoonswine and harvest festivalPrimal Wound+ other philosphy issues</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112795981731551796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112795981731551796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795981731551796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795981731551796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-just-reminder-to-me-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112795935887506264</id><published>2005-09-28T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:02:38.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie Recommendations:From time to time I watch some pretty crappy movies, ones that I anticipate seeing, but then are dissapointed in because- the trailer showed all the good parts, the movie was too predictable, it was partonizing to the intelligance of the viewers, there is no creativity in storytelling either by dialogue, soundtrack, or editing.  (Okay, so I'm a little bit more particular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112795935887506264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112795935887506264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795935887506264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795935887506264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/movie-recommendations-from-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112795651445461830</id><published>2005-09-28T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:18:56.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My following post should probably be read first.I am irrepressably drawn to the area just south of the island. There is a small wine vineyard connected to a corn field, and I have always felt a connection to this area, especially at this time of year when the smells of burning leaves and the juices bursting forth from swollen purple grapes mixes with the damp earth. I find myself rejoicing in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112795651445461830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112795651445461830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795651445461830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795651445461830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-following-post-should-probably-be.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112795538034608181</id><published>2005-09-28T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:00:51.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Were There Again TodayI thought that they had flown south, fleeing the harsh and cooling climate of Michigan, and yet there they were in the cool gray of the early evening, their long gray necks extended as they hesitantly looked at my intrusion upon their foraging. I do not heed the promting to leave that is given to me in the form of cool raindrops.I'm sure in their primitive minds they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112795538034608181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112795538034608181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795538034608181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112795538034608181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/they-were-there-again-today-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112792631545554808</id><published>2005-09-28T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:52:58.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've ODed on Caedmon's Call about 4 months ago, and I took a little break, but then today I was thinking about some lyrics from them, and I went online and was looking at many of my favorite songs from the past, and their power and truth once again impacted me. Its funny how life is so cyclical. Things that can mean something to us fade away over time, but then something always brings us back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112792631545554808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112792631545554808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112792631545554808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112792631545554808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-oded-on-caedmons-call-about-4.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112792604016061612</id><published>2005-09-28T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:47:20.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caedmon's Call- Petrified HeartThis old heart's been leftOut on my sleeveAnd I have paid as it's been rentInto piecesSeems everyone I've loved hasTaken a bit of my insidesI'm scattered as the woman whose bodyWas torn for the twelve tribesWhen did my heart get so petrifiedWhen did it get so hard to feelWhen did my heart get so afraid to loveWhen did it get so hardAnd the easy-living Gnostic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112792604016061612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112792604016061612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112792604016061612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112792604016061612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/caedmons-call-petrified-heart-this-old.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112779016195403954</id><published>2005-09-26T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:02:42.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WMUI noticed that earlier I wrote that I'd write about Greek and why it is kicking my butt, but I have been too busy studying for it to write much- which I think answers the question.  It has been really labor intensive, which I think is good for me, becuase usually I can coast along without that much effort, but this class has really made me work my tail off.  We are already reading paragraphs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112779016195403954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112779016195403954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112779016195403954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112779016195403954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/wmu-i-noticed-that-earlier-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112778821097692848</id><published>2005-09-26T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:30:10.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever since I almost took the job up at Mystic Lake I have been investigating camps and emailing them about what they have done to devlop their experiential education programs.  I have always wanted to work at a camp and I hava also wanted to work in edication, but not at a traditional school or anything like that.  I am trying to live bolder and look out of the box (this sounds really dorky, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112778821097692848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112778821097692848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112778821097692848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112778821097692848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/ever-since-i-almost-took-job-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112778676759832770</id><published>2005-09-26T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:06:07.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short Man SyndromeSo, today on the way home from my lab tonight I heard something on the radio that made me shout out, and then start laughing hysterically, and then really made me think.  It was a commercial fro "Grow Max" and no this isn't a pill that is a cousin of Viagra, it has been created with the prupose of helping men 15-25 grow taller.  I've joked with friends about guys and "short </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112778676759832770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112778676759832770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112778676759832770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112778676759832770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/short-man-syndrome-so-today-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112714712683311039</id><published>2005-09-19T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:25:26.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is outrageous-  I found out that if you buy gas with your debit card lately, that due to high gas prices some gas stations have been putting a 75$ hold on your account becuase it takes three days sometimes for the transaction to go through, and since they have to approve your account beforehand, they are taking more to make sure you have it all.  I saw this on the news, and it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112714712683311039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112714712683311039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112714712683311039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112714712683311039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-outrageous-i-found-out-that-if.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112650115981870398</id><published>2005-09-12T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:02:28.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Though I'm mopey, these things have made me smile lately:We were listening to the oldies station at school and i was dancing around with the kids while we cleaned up from nap and quiet time and got ready for snack and the rest of the afternoon, one of my girls looked up at me with her sweet, earnest eyes and said, "Why do you like every song that come on?"The book "My name is Ernie," is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112650115981870398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112650115981870398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112650115981870398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112650115981870398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/though-im-mopey-these-things-have-made.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112649937934827262</id><published>2005-09-11T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:05:23.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RememberanceToday is a dy of rememberance, both for the 9/11 attacks, and for the victims of the Katrina Hurricane. I haven't said anything about this before, mostly because I felt like the images coming back from the south were too profound for me to add to what has happened. Also, things have been so confused down there, that no one comment from me could possibly sum it up or do justice to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112649937934827262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112649937934827262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112649937934827262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112649937934827262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/rememberance-today-is-dy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112631564896716177</id><published>2005-09-09T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:27:28.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Montana-My parents are officially on their way, and by now, probably in Montana on a wonderful Fly Fishing vacation, leaving yours truly here to go to school, work, and organize my crap from moving.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112631564896716177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112631564896716177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112631564896716177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112631564896716177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/montana-my-parents-are-officially-on.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112606012317970747</id><published>2005-09-06T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:28:43.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a lot of crap going on with people that I love lately and its pissing me off.  I've been trying to pray for them, but I also have found myself feeling resentful towards those people and situations that are  hurting them.  I got this email from Leanne about trusting in God, and the way that he can provide before we even ask, or at least that  He can prompt someone to act in a way that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112606012317970747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112606012317970747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112606012317970747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112606012317970747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-is-lot-of-crap-going-on-with.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112597071161707043</id><published>2005-09-05T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:38:31.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to say a big thank you (this is something I've been meaning to write for some time)  to the girl who held the door to Dunbar Hall for me on the first day of classes last week at WMU.  She was in a cute "First Day of College" outfit, and even held a cooler for her lunch, and she held the door to wait for me for far longer than the average Bronco would.  When I finally got to the door</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112597071161707043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112597071161707043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112597071161707043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112597071161707043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-wanted-to-say-big-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112596997282687532</id><published>2005-09-05T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:26:12.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't know why really, but this commercial just really tickles me. Narrator:  So, I was in the store the other day and I said to the grocer, "Do you have oranges in any other variety?  Maybe acadmium orange, or burnt umber?" And he said to me, "Ma'am, I have cumquats."I said, "Sir, don't mock me." ~A commercial for a color printer.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112596997282687532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112596997282687532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112596997282687532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112596997282687532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-know-why-really-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112575971656644422</id><published>2005-09-03T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:01:56.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My pet peeve rises again!I just deleted three comments that were left on my blog by people that were really hidden advertisements for things like a website selling flowers and student health insurance.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112575971656644422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112575971656644422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112575971656644422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112575971656644422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-pet-peeve-rises-again-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112571909890297740</id><published>2005-09-02T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:15:38.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was 19 I...Since I've movied into my parents house, I've decided that I have way too much stuff in my life, and that it is weighing me down, so I have started going through everything and throwing some of it out, designating some of it for a garage sale and just sorting out what I really need to bring everywhere with me ad what can be stored for a while. While I've been looking through my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112571909890297740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112571909890297740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112571909890297740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112571909890297740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-i-was-19-i.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112554893677601150</id><published>2005-09-01T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:28:56.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll post more about this later- because of the late hour- but may I just say Ancient Greek is kicking my butt, but on the whole, it really kicks ass!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112554893677601150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112554893677601150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112554893677601150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112554893677601150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-post-more-about-this-later-because.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112554874217946780</id><published>2005-08-31T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:25:42.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Hell and Back- on a Friday afternoonStacie and I have both been stressed with jobs, relationships, living situations, etc. but neither of us had money or time for a real vacation, so we took a mini one last Friday.  We decided to go to Hell.  Hell, Michigan is about 2 hours from here, and rather significantly, the road to Hell goes right past Jackson Prison.  Hell itself is tiny and we only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112554874217946780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112554874217946780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112554874217946780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112554874217946780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-hell-and-back-on-friday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112554492091678272</id><published>2005-08-31T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:22:00.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ObviousSo, lately I've noticed something that amuses me.  Obvious people.  I guess more specifically obvious people in romantic situations.  Such as a Sunday a couple weeks ago- the 14th.  Judy F., one of the moms of our church, and our prayer coordinator, has always told me about her younger son, Matt.  Her older son, Brian is our worship director and she always tells me that she has 2 sons and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112554492091678272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112554492091678272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112554492091678272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112554492091678272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/obvious-so-lately-ive-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112524129782791912</id><published>2005-08-28T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T11:01:37.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The LakeThe whole time that I have been writing the below, I have been glancing out at the lake through the big picture window in my parent's living room.  I am blessed to be able to live here again, and I have missed being able to look at the lak ein all of its moods. Daisy is starting ot get more comfortable too.  She definetly remembered that she isn't a fan of ceiling fans, but is overcoming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112524129782791912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112524129782791912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112524129782791912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112524129782791912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/lake-whole-time-that-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112524077090296651</id><published>2005-08-28T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:57:21.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jane's Back!Jane recently came back from Australia (sense my jealousy) and is tan and cute, and on Friday night we celebrated her 21st. birthday by going out to Friday's and Mandalay Bay. We were supposed to be going to the new Jimmy Buffet restaurant- Cheesburger in Paradise, but it had over an hour wait, and they don't take reservations. We had a great time at Friday's and they tied baloons all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112524077090296651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112524077090296651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112524077090296651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112524077090296651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/janes-back-jane-recently-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112468257689394129</id><published>2005-08-21T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:49:36.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:"Could someone be angry with you?  MAybe down at AA?""Harry, we're alcoholics.  We're genrally satisfied just to hurt ourselves."Where the Heart Is  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112468257689394129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112468257689394129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112468257689394129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112468257689394129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-could-someone-be-angry-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112457524304806848</id><published>2005-08-20T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:00:43.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I love you, but don't tell anyone."I just saw an article that said that there is a new genre/company that is making greeting cards specifically for extramarital affairs.    The creator feels that 60 percent of mena nd 40 percent of women have been involved in an extramarital affair and that they deserve a chance to express their feelings. What a sorry time that we live in where this is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112457524304806848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112457524304806848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112457524304806848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112457524304806848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-you-but-dont-tell-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112452009594984559</id><published>2005-08-20T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:35:40.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Weird Friday NghtSo, today was the last day of summer program- the kids found the "buried treasure" we had beach day, I cleaned out the room somewhat (though there is a great deal more to do.)Then, I was supposed to help a friend, Todd, who has bought a new house and is painting. I ended up not getting over there till almost everything was done, but then we went out to Water Street, which was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112452009594984559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112452009594984559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112452009594984559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112452009594984559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-weird-friday-nght-so-today-was-last.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112440487949989602</id><published>2005-08-18T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:55:36.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new Pet PeeveI have noticed a trend in several of my friends blogs, or more specifically- the comment section of my friends blogs, that disturbs me greatly. I have seen people who will comment only to promote their own blog or website, and I have also seen bold faced ads for online companies and pyramid schemes instead of a friendly greeting or a joking comment, as it is supposed to be. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112440487949989602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112440487949989602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112440487949989602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112440487949989602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-pet-peeve-i-have-noticed-trend.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112440064538408555</id><published>2005-08-18T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:30:45.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PurposefullnessToday I was feeling rather replacable at work- mainly because I'm not going to do After School Program next year, and it feels like a step back to just be in the daycare, though I know that I need to concentrate on the final semesters of school.  I was walking down the daycare hall to get juice for the new School Age Teacher- Miss Mandy and I saw Tim in the bathroom or rather I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112440064538408555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112440064538408555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112440064538408555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112440064538408555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/purposefullness-today-i-was-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112433744434984295</id><published>2005-08-17T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:57:24.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving- AGAINIts so hard to believe that it was a year ago that I was writing about moving, and here I am again putting things in boxes and thinking about lugging them down the stairs.  I've bought a TON of plastic bins so that when I'm staying with my parents things will be neat down in the basement.  It is nice to have sturdy storage to put stuff in.  Always before I had to worry about my boxes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112433744434984295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112433744434984295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112433744434984295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112433744434984295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/moving-again-its-so-hard-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112424505646820082</id><published>2005-08-16T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:17:36.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks Stacie-Stacie knew that I was sad because it was the last week or school and because of some ther stuff and she sent me a wonderful card and some daisies!!  I got all teary-eyed.  I appreciate so much having a friend that takes time out of her way and who remembers things like the fact that daisies are my favorite flower.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112424505646820082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112424505646820082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112424505646820082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112424505646820082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-stacie-stacie-knew-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112335168982028544</id><published>2005-08-06T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:54:17.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Brother and the ....The night before our family reunion- at my cousin Eric's birthday party my brother told me about something that still freaks me out slightly when I go to bed. He woke up on Saturday morning and his ear felt a little odd and sounds were muffled. He got up and used a Q-tip on his ear and scrambled everything around in there, thinking that he had water or something in it. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112335168982028544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112335168982028544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112335168982028544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112335168982028544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-brother-and.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112312810102553817</id><published>2005-08-03T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:55:58.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Influence on OthersI think sometimes I take too small of a view on the way that my words and actions will influence others. I have been talking more lately about being brave and not letting my fears be the master of my life. I need to live my life NOW because it is the only one that I have, and I can't wait for someday. Since I've started doing this I've noticed an inordinate amount of bold- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112312810102553817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112312810102553817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112312810102553817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112312810102553817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-influence-on-others-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112269322696139787</id><published>2005-07-29T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:13:46.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My family reunion is this weekend!  I hardly every get to see very many people from my extended family, and my Aunt Mary, Uncle R.C., cousin Jess and cousin Tim and his new girlfriend are here visiting from California.  Also, my cousin Eric is having a birthday party and we may have a small shower for his wife who is expecting in October I believe.  The reunion used to be later in the season, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112269322696139787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112269322696139787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112269322696139787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112269322696139787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-family-reunion-is-this-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112269295718448075</id><published>2005-07-29T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:00:04.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nine Foot Tall MidgetLately at church, Rob has been doing a series on David, and showing how he was a "heart" champion and Saul and Goliath were "height" champions, skilled in the things that the world says are important and admire. This last week he even used a 9 foot tall wooden cut out of Goliath to illustrate the point of David's relative size. He spoke of how we are meant to be "heart" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112269295718448075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112269295718448075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112269295718448075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112269295718448075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/nine-foot-tall-midget-lately-at-church.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112251782378168214</id><published>2005-07-27T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:31:45.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ARCTDCDEILINIAKYMEMDMAMIMNMONHNJNYNCOHOKPARITNVTVAWVWI"&gt;&gt; your own personalized map of the USA or check out ourCalifornia travel guide</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112251782378168214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112251782378168214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112251782378168214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112251782378168214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112251781101362021</id><published>2005-07-27T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T13:01:16.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now its official.(edited later becuase I fell asleep and didn't finish the post)Today (Tuesday) was such a beautiful day today. The weather was a balmy 70 instead of 95, the kids and I spent a lot of time outside (they actually played leapfrog and 4 Square- did we time travel to the 1940s or something?) I also was outside in the Barnes and Noble- Bilbo's Pizza area of Westnedge and the smell of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112251781101362021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112251781101362021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112251781101362021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112251781101362021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/now-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112207733253582894</id><published>2005-07-22T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:10:03.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a Boy in the Girl's BathroomSeveral of our kids lately have been peeking into the opposite gender's bathroom at school, and though I don't want them to be looking in at the other bathroom while people might be using it or changing, I know that it is natural to be curious and also can be happening because it is the allure of the forbidden. After two girls told me that this had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112207733253582894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112207733253582894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112207733253582894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112207733253582894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-boy-in-girls-bathroom-several.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112204827656453526</id><published>2005-07-22T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:37:33.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My BirthdayOkay, I was looking at my blog, and I've realized that lately its rather heavy or at least issue oriented, and what blogs are usually supposed to be about are the day to day life experiences that intrigue, frustrate, confuse, and amuse us- andI've been discussing wrongful imprisonment and prostitution. But I gues thats just the real me coming out. Anyways, I've decided to blog about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112204827656453526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112204827656453526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112204827656453526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112204827656453526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-birthday-okay-i-was-looking-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112204802734182647</id><published>2005-07-22T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:00:27.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking at an article recently about the most recent attacks on the London Underground and I found this surprising quote.  Does anyone else find this rather harsh?  I know the guy was trying to kill a bunch of people, but the way that it was stated still seems kind of blase.  Maybe its just my optimistic belief that there is some good in everyone coming out, but comparing killing a human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112204802734182647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112204802734182647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112204802734182647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112204802734182647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-looking-at-article-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112201471646162148</id><published>2005-07-22T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:45:16.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Many Books So Little TimeI've been going to the library more, in an effort to make this summer productive despite my school-age children induced stupor.  Now I have the problem that I have too many books out of the library that I am very eager to read.  Lewis and Orwell are to authors who are currently on my shelf (thought Lewis I have 3 that I am at least 20 pages into) and I also found two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112201471646162148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112201471646162148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112201471646162148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112201471646162148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/too-many-books-so-little-time-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112201091023074348</id><published>2005-07-22T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:45:11.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The InnocentsI was at the library recently, and just by chance I came upon the book, "The Innocents," which is a book and museum exhibit that showcases the stories of people who have been wrongfully imprisoned and exonerated from violent crimes by new DNA evidence. The stories range from the absurd- as in the case of one man who was held for 2 more years after a new DNA test showed that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112201091023074348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112201091023074348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112201091023074348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112201091023074348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/innocents-i-was-at-library-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112087889247904952</id><published>2005-07-08T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:14:52.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Till We Have Faces"I went to Barnes and Noble the other night and I found a copy of C.S. Lewis's "Till We Have Faces."  I have been wanting to read this book for sooooo long, and I'm excited that B&amp;N had such a good selection of Lewis's works.  Its funny that they have so much more than Family Christian Stores, but thats another topic.  I have so many things on my reading list right now, but I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112087889247904952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112087889247904952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087889247904952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087889247904952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/till-we-have-faces-i-went-to-barnes.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112087822305115699</id><published>2005-07-08T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:03:43.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just watching 20/20 and I saw the oddest segment on it.  It was a show about "teens who triumph" and one was a very inspirational story of a boy who was born with an underdeveloped spinal column, but the next was kind of confusing.  A girl had been born toa teen mother and was adopted in an open adoption.  18 years later she herself is pregnant and meets her birth mother for the first time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112087822305115699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112087822305115699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087822305115699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087822305115699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-just-watching-2020-and-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112087777986501252</id><published>2005-07-08T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:56:19.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Independance DayI had a very wonderful 4th of July weekend, which included both going to South Haven for the fireworks and having people over to my parents house on the actual day of the 4th for the not exactly legal fireworks and a violent game of spoons. South Haven was great and we ended up sitting next to a group of people from the River.  Its so random that out of the 10,000 or so people who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112087777986501252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112087777986501252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087777986501252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087777986501252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/independance-day-i-had-very-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112087374127069678</id><published>2005-07-08T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:49:01.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:Grace: "There is no me."Zachary: (In response to playing Outburst with the subject of "Things that are salty")"Meat."Me: "What kind of meat?" (I was looking for bacon)Zachary: You know, like you eat. Oh- I know- a horse!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112087374127069678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112087374127069678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087374127069678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112087374127069678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/quote-grace-there-is-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112036945388978917</id><published>2005-07-03T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:47:00.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was at Tara's house today and she had a wall full of haiku, and though she is doubtless much more practiced and skilled, it inspired me to share some of mine.I am not your drug-I long to be a scalpelTo cut out the woundWe run into crowdsAll God's people alone togetherIll in body and mindBlame Eve for it allThe apple 50 cents a poundSin is now on sale</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112036945388978917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112036945388978917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112036945388978917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112036945388978917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-at-taras-house-today-and-she-had.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112036839257191388</id><published>2005-07-03T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:26:32.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett BrowningSonnets from the PortugueseXXXII"Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;And, looking on myself, I seemed not oneFor such man's love!--more like an out-of-tuneWorn viol, a good singer would be wrothTo spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.I did not wrong myself so, but I placedA wrong on thee.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112036839257191388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112036839257191388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112036839257191388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112036839257191388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/poetry-of-elizabeth-barrett.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-112036821210941009</id><published>2005-07-03T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:23:32.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI)= 4)document.write('');// --&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/112036821210941009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=112036821210941009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112036821210941009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/112036821210941009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-me-not-to-marriage-of-true-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111988743912400444</id><published>2005-06-27T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:50:39.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank You GrandmaI am at work on my break right now, and I can't believe how the morning has flown by already.  My room is such a MESS!  We began our Space Exploration theme today, and even though I feel like the theme center isn't the best I've ever done, they all seem pretty geeked.  Also this week we are at Mission Control, and next we are actually in space so, some of it will change.  What is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111988743912400444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111988743912400444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111988743912400444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111988743912400444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-grandma-i-am-at-work-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111983812863381738</id><published>2005-06-26T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:08:48.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Legacy Kicks Ass!I know I've said this before, and I know that it may sound strange to swear while talking about a church youth group, but in this case it is the most apt description.  Tonight we literally had two extremely deep conversations in a row- on the topics of how our perceptions of God are altered by our relationships with our earthly fathers, and how women are percieved by society and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111983812863381738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111983812863381738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111983812863381738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111983812863381738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/legacy-kicks-ass-i-know-ive-said-this.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111939002190157704</id><published>2005-06-21T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:20:28.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Good Time Was Had By All (except for the driving)We went to Travis and Melissa's wedding this weekend- which gave me a much needed excuse to get out of this town and breathe the air of another state. I tried to think of the last time that I had been out of town, and the best I could come up with was when my dad and I went to South Haven to fish, go antiquing, and eat at Clementine's or when we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111939002190157704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111939002190157704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111939002190157704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111939002190157704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-time-was-had-by-all-except-for.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111938969730510156</id><published>2005-06-21T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:34:57.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Batman BeginsLast night we went to go see Batman Begins up at M-89 and it was really great.  I expected it to be good but in the usual superhero/ comic book kind of way.  Instead it was dark and twisted, and more about what we individually fear, and how this can drive us to cowardice or courage.  It was also good because they very strategically tied it into the Michael Keaton version in little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111938969730510156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111938969730510156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111938969730510156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111938969730510156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/batman-begins-last-night-we-went-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111841932393469284</id><published>2005-06-10T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T13:33:30.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal Sunrise (No, I'm not talking about the movie, though that is a good movie)I was contemplating a sunrise recently and something occurred to me, and I'm not sure if I will be able to convey the meaning in a way that will make sense to normal humans.As I watched the sunrise I began to think about the joy that the Lord must get simply from watching His creation function in the way that He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111841932393469284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111841932393469284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111841932393469284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111841932393469284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/eternal-sunrise-no-im-not-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111820194407133461</id><published>2005-06-07T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:39:04.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melissa is babysitting for a family from school right now, as Dawn has begun her new job in Indiana, but they haven't moved down there completley yet.  Today we got together at McDonalds and let the kids play in the playland while Melissa and I had a good long talk.  After this we went back to my apartment and took the kids swimming in the pool.  It was rather strange because when we first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111820194407133461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111820194407133461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111820194407133461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111820194407133461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/melissa-is-babysitting-for-family-from.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111819722390622232</id><published>2005-06-07T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:20:23.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winchell Way as Wild KingdomMy apartment complex is unusually full every spring with an odd assortment of animals.  We have:1- Racoons2-squirrels3-possums4-a large cat that lives in the stairs of the buildings5-3 ducks that live on Wellington Avenue and swim around in the puddles created in the potholes6-deer (Annie and I were almostrun down by 5 or 6 while on a walk one day)7- various toads and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111819722390622232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111819722390622232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111819722390622232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111819722390622232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/winchell-way-as-wild-kingdom-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111819676052159456</id><published>2005-06-07T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:12:40.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend, and sometimes co-worker Mark recently wrote a list on his blog http://www.lamcmark.blogspot.com/  about odd things that have happened to him, or that he has observed in his life.  My personal favorite:"3.When I was in high school, I used to read girl magazines (seventeen, teen, etc.) just to educate myself of the opposite sex. I thought it could get me more dates or something. : )"Mark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111819676052159456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111819676052159456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111819676052159456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111819676052159456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-friend-and-sometimes-co-worker-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111782123131250229</id><published>2005-06-03T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:53:51.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just looking up "Danny Deckchair" to see if I could figure out where it was filmed without having to go through the Special Features and I came across this quote:"If you didn't enjoy it......well maybe your cynicism has become more than a hobby. " Very apt description.  I'm not saying its great cinema or anything, but it is lighthearted and silly and makes you feel like hope for love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111782123131250229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111782123131250229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111782123131250229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111782123131250229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-just-looking-up-danny-deckchair.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111773547897606495</id><published>2005-06-02T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:04:39.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My JeepMy first car- Abner- was an old junky Ford Tempo, and I loved him.  Finally he had catastprophic oil leaks, needed new brakes and several other things that basically meant i needed to junk him out.  Now my Jeep, needs about $1,000 in repairs.   Thankfully, I go to Steve at Auto Analyst who is a great friend and he gave us several options of things to try that would cost less to see if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111773547897606495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111773547897606495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111773547897606495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111773547897606495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-jeep-my-first-car-abner-was-old.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111748856817633644</id><published>2005-05-30T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:29:28.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gift BooksDo people think that gift books are a good gift?  I'm never sure.  I was cleaning out an old box, and I found books from my graduation, from teaching and other miscelaneous events in my life.  I've never read a one of them.  I also know that most of the people who have given them wouldn't read them either.  I have been tempted to re-gift a few of them, but then I remember my reasction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111748856817633644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111748856817633644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111748856817633644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111748856817633644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/gift-books-do-people-think-that-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111748584346016627</id><published>2005-05-30T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:44:03.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to Chicago!!  Travis getting married!  Of the old crowd, I'll be the last one to get hitched.  I'm so excited for trav though.  He and Mel have been dating for so long.  Its great to see them almost at the finish line.  Its been so long since I've seen him too.  I was looking at pictures of all of us in middle and high school.  Its so amazing that so much has changed when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111748584346016627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111748584346016627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111748584346016627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111748584346016627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-to-chicago-travis-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111741253269763837</id><published>2005-05-29T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:59:08.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My LibraryI am reorganizng my books and trying to get them back in alphabetical order, and it has really amazed me just how many books I've managed to collect over the years. There certainly isn't space for all of them in my meager space. I've taken to putting them in stacks rather than in rows, so that I may cram more onto the shelf. As I looked through them it reminded me of the events that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111741253269763837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111741253269763837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111741253269763837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111741253269763837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-library-i-am-reorganizng-my-books.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111741196688084961</id><published>2005-05-29T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:02:36.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am such a sap.Extreme Home Makeover is on, and its even a re-run, and still I am already crying. The episode that is on is about a single mother with three daughters and their house burned down. I know that is a cheesy show, and that they only pick families who's stories will translate well on screen, but i just love the transformative power that this show has in people's lives. I'd much rather</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111741196688084961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111741196688084961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111741196688084961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111741196688084961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-such-sap.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111716589027158187</id><published>2005-05-26T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:51:30.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Open Mic NightI can't believe i forgot to talk about this.  We had our Open Mic Night at church on May 20, and it was so great!  We only had about 60 people attend, but I think that it was a blessing because it allowed us to have a warm and welcoming atmosphere, and gave people the freedom to get up and share who hadn't signed up before.  It was great to see the number of families that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111716589027158187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111716589027158187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111716589027158187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111716589027158187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/open-mic-night-i-cant-believe-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111716166256090924</id><published>2005-05-26T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:41:02.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 DownToday was thelast day for 2 of my preschool classes; the other two will end tomorrow- and they will have actual graduation ceremonies, complete with entrance to Pomp and Circumstance.  I've been so emotionally tumultuous since I did my traditional last Jesus Time of the year.  I always begin by reminding each student that they were made uniquely and deliberately by their Creator, and then I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111716166256090924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111716166256090924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111716166256090924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111716166256090924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/2-down-today-was-thelast-day-for-2-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111715889446582199</id><published>2005-05-26T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:54:54.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tricia and NateJust a short note to say Congrats to Tricia and Nate on the birth of Rebecca Joy.  Its so wonderful to hear about their growing family, but also so odd since I didn't really see tricia when she was pregnant.  so weird- everyone's getting married or having babies these days.  Must be the spring weather.  Or in the baby case- the fall weather last year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111715889446582199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111715889446582199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111715889446582199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111715889446582199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/tricia-and-nate-just-short-note-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111709063468722847</id><published>2005-05-26T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:57:14.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:"What would you say of large uncle who saw hein internal attic?" Me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111709063468722847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111709063468722847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111709063468722847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111709063468722847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote-what-would-you-say-of-large.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111708734871375714</id><published>2005-05-26T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:57:38.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:"Savez-vous que je parle français ?" Me. Again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111708734871375714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111708734871375714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111708734871375714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111708734871375714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote-savez-vous-que-je-parle-franais.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672473586553487</id><published>2005-05-21T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:18:55.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm not happy with the poem in the next post.  I wrote it in about 20 minutes in a fit of angst and EAPS- damn you Edgar- and so it expresses the emotion of the moment and incorporates my foundational verse (give it up for Zephanaiah baby!)  However, I don't know if you have not heard my story if it will make enough sense.  Whatever, I could write a really obscure poem about the things I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672473586553487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672473586553487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672473586553487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672473586553487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-im-not-happy-with-poem-in-next.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672422997955254</id><published>2005-05-21T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:10:29.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a weaponIt is b my side alwaysA futile defense againstThe Armies of the KnightIt is, nevertheless, my only protectionAnd so I cling to itTo the gilded handleSo small even in my small handsAnd I stare-Into my gleaming reflectionmy paralyzed face betweenthe two razor-sharp edgesThe fear, the anger, the pride,the doubt all looking back-and mocking my defenslessnessagainst the onslaughtOf the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672422997955254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672422997955254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672422997955254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672422997955254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-weapon-it-is-b-my-side-always.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672329170671306</id><published>2005-05-21T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:54:51.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:Bobby Hill: "Okay, I'm thinking like a hippie.  I'm in the woods, and I'm naked, because I've smoked all my clothes."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672329170671306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672329170671306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672329170671306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672329170671306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote-bobby-hill-okay-im-thinking-like.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672156165299460</id><published>2005-05-21T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:51:29.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evacuating the School(As far as titles go, that one would be used by the kids at my school, but its functional, so I'll just shut up)First, may I just saythat I love out new building, and that I feel really blessed to have it, but we have been ironing out the technical difficulties all year on it, and recently we had a doozy of a problem.  The week before this incident, I had been working with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672156165299460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672156165299460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672156165299460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672156165299460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/evacuating-school-as-far-as-titles-go.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672115873374170</id><published>2005-05-21T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:19:18.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I'm a slacker, going back to Easter:In Jesus Time at preschool, we were discussing the Easter story and the principle that Jesus gave Himself up for us and died on the cross because of the sins WE have committed, and that He was sinless.  I noticed that one of my girls, Brianna, was looking a little sad and frowning.  As I went on, she even began to tear up.  I must be really getting to her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672115873374170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672115873374170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672115873374170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672115873374170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/since-im-slacker-going-back-to-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672065818349128</id><published>2005-05-21T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:10:58.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote:Kaela Rae (5)- "Skyler is my boyfriend, but don't tell him, 'cause he'd Freak Out!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672065818349128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672065818349128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672065818349128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672065818349128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote-kaela-rae-5-skyler-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111672047967863686</id><published>2005-05-21T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:26:31.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woman of a Lesser ArtYou say you want a woman of worthBut the only value you recognize is 36,26,34I am not a puppetContent to perform as you see fitAnd so I become a Woman of a lesser art.Beauty, it seemsIs bestowed in only 2 fragrances-The Rose And the Lily.My scent, of freshly struck matchis merely a utility of creating a fire.Soon blown out, soon forgotten, Soon consumed in the flames of its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111672047967863686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111672047967863686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672047967863686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111672047967863686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/05/woman-of-lesser-art-you-say-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111169249120918073</id><published>2005-03-24T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:28:11.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christian EnvironmentalismThis is an exerpt from an article that I came across about Christians and their care of the earth that they were told to care for and "subdue."  I have been praying and learning lately a lot on what that word really means, and how we can fulfill that command from our Creator.    I will probably write more on this later, but I wanted to post this now in the hopes that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111169249120918073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111169249120918073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111169249120918073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111169249120918073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/03/christian-environmentalism-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-111085610338897590</id><published>2005-03-14T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:08:23.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interview for Living StonesThis past wednesday I had my interview for Living Stones.  I can't really say how it went, because before I've interviewed for things and thought I did a good job and then I didn't get the position that I was applying for.  When I was in the interview I thought I did okay, but then later I really felt like all of my answers sucked, and I thought of all of the things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/111085610338897590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=111085610338897590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111085610338897590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/111085610338897590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/03/interview-for-living-stones-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110938991012322345</id><published>2005-02-25T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:51:50.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul, Steve, Greg, and TimI am watching "The Guns of Naverone" tonight- one of the best WWII movies I've seen.  Can't get better than Gregory Peck- Atticus Finch- the most noble man ever created.  Watching it is making me think of another favorite of mine that I've been meanaing to buy for a while- "The Great Escape."  I really miss not having AMC or TCM on our very basic cable that we have here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110938991012322345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110938991012322345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110938991012322345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110938991012322345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/paul-steve-greg-and-tim-i-am-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110913294009518280</id><published>2005-02-22T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:29:00.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Interview with Rob LinkI just found out that my pastor did an interview for the RCA website on church-planting and what God is doing in our church.  I've put the link below.  Its pretty quick, but it gives you a good idea of what God has been doing at the River.http://www.rca.org/news/journals/incite/1204.htmlPraise God for Tuesday night prayer!  I always walk away from our regular prayer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110913294009518280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110913294009518280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110913294009518280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110913294009518280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/interview-with-rob-link-i-just-found.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110904465470401597</id><published>2005-02-21T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:57:34.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angels Watching Over KyleI found out some shocking news this morning.  One of my boys- Kyle, almost drowned this weekend.  He was chasing geese out in his backyard and accidentally ran out onto the ice of the pond beyond his house.  With the weird weather we've been having, the ice was not very thick and he feel through.  He tried t swim into shore, but it kept breaking as he went.  He says that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110904465470401597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110904465470401597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110904465470401597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110904465470401597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/angels-watching-over-kyle-i-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110904304906944118</id><published>2005-02-21T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:30:49.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Every woman has exactly the love life that she wants."For Valentine's Day a  group of us from HIS Women went out to dinner and to see Wedding Date with Deborah Messing and Dermot Mulroney.   It was amusing, and the settingwas very pretty, but the whole time I found myself thinking, But he's a male escort!  Why are we rooting for him?  And what does that catch phrase mean?  I know  agreat many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110904304906944118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110904304906944118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110904304906944118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110904304906944118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/every-woman-has-exactly-love-life-that.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110799544914577806</id><published>2005-02-09T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:33:14.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daisy is a DieselI was curious about my little monster of a cat recently, and I found a wealth of info. on why cats purr. I already knew that it was a voluntary action, and that it could show pleasure or a "please don't hurt me anymore- I'll be a good kitty" kind of response, but I didn't know the following information:"It seems that the measurable Hertz of a cat's purr lies between 25 and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110799544914577806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110799544914577806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110799544914577806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110799544914577806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/daisy-is-diesel-i-was-curious-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110792483922782816</id><published>2005-02-08T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:53:59.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my Gosh!  I took so long on that last post that when I tried to post it, it said that my session had expired and I thought that I had lost it for a minute!  That'll teach me to go off on a tangent that probably only I care about.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110792483922782816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110792483922782816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110792483922782816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110792483922782816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-my-gosh-i-took-so-long-on-that-last.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110792469299870882</id><published>2005-02-08T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:04:44.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Baby Got Book"Warning: The following post proceeds from an amusing anecdote about a song I recently heard to a diatribe against our culture's tendancy to perpetuate an ever-more finite definition of acceptable artistic expression. Have any of you heard this new song thats on WayFm sometimes? It was just on, and though I've heard of it before, this is the first time that I've actually heard it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110792469299870882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110792469299870882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110792469299870882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110792469299870882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-got-book-warning-following-post.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110791972007953629</id><published>2005-02-08T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:28:40.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abigail- a New Daughter of GodSometimes I am amazed at the absolute and perfect way that God works things out, and the way that He can use us even when we feel inadequate and may not even be aware of our being used to the extent that He uses us.  Every day at work I lead Jesus Time at the conclusion of preschool, where we have a Bible Story, prayer and memorize (as much as 3 year olds can) a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110791972007953629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110791972007953629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110791972007953629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110791972007953629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/abigail-new-daughter-of-god-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110788166237756351</id><published>2005-02-08T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:33:27.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super Bowl PartyThis Sunday I had the youth group to my apartment for Super Bowl Sunday. We ate pizza and watched the game, but mostly the commercials. The students weren't the most impressed with the Halftime show, but I thought that it was wise of them to play it safe with Paul McCartney. And really, a lot of people would pay good money to see him perform, it just isn't the typical Super Bowl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110788166237756351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110788166237756351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110788166237756351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110788166237756351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/super-bowl-party-this-sunday-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110788078356873561</id><published>2005-02-08T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:39:43.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the Master ChefLately, I've decided to try to cook better food, and actual meals- since if I don't do that, I tend to eat absolute junk.  Last night I made myself the ultimate- a roast cornish game hen and corn on the cob.  Actually, in an unromantic light I cooked a little chicken in a bread pan (Our kitchen isn't exactly well-stocked) and dropped a cob of corn in water, but I prefer to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110788078356873561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110788078356873561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110788078356873561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110788078356873561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-master-chef-lately-ive-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456627.post-110756779635380720</id><published>2005-02-04T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:43:16.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Timothy 3:1-5"But realize this, that in the last days difficult times will come.  For men will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, revilers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy, unloving, irrconcilable, malicious gossips, without self-control, brutal, haters of good, treacherous, reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God; holding a form of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/feeds/110756779635380720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456627&amp;postID=110756779635380720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110756779635380720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456627/posts/default/110756779635380720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapychick.blogspot.com/2005/02/2-timothy-31-5-but-realize-this-that.html' title=''/><author><name>carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_blGHdEGthkQ/R4KFJJ9l2yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Y29bbMairI/S220/P1030872.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
