<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712</id><updated>2009-11-11T02:38:36.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Transition</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-1592088525593845120</id><published>2009-03-14T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:00:00.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later</title><content type='html'>Yes, I pretty much abandoned this blog for an entire year. I don't expect anyone to be checking back, but for anyone who may stumble upon it--I figure I owe an explanation, or at least an update!&lt;br /&gt;So, life got busy. That's the main thing. Lots of changes have happened. I got married to the love of my life on June 17, 2008. We had a reception in Vancouver, BC, Canada and one in Colorado Springs. We've had much fun hiking, skiing, and living life together.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I underwent a rather drastic career change. God graciously directed me away from my editing job in September, 2008. The next month I started a one-year program at the Colorado Institute of Massage Therapy. I'm absolutely loving it, and may direct future writings here to related subjects. Maybe I'll change the blog name too.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I've been delinquent on this blog is that I became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebooker&lt;/span&gt;, which has been a fun and distracting way to keep in touch with people.&lt;br /&gt;There you have it--my life in the last year in a very small nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-1592088525593845120?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/1592088525593845120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=1592088525593845120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/1592088525593845120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/1592088525593845120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year-later.html' title='One Year Later'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-5801851060816524849</id><published>2007-01-12T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:02.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardy</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rae9MMbD21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kE89YK4z2eE/s1600-h/car_chewy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019188326918511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rae9MMbD21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kE89YK4z2eE/s320/car_chewy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a bit late ushering it in blogdom, and since life seems a little too hectic right now to spend time blogging, I'll offer an easy pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my favorite things:  abode in Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dog, Chewy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new(ish) Subie, Jade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-5801851060816524849?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/5801851060816524849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=5801851060816524849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/5801851060816524849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/5801851060816524849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/01/tardy.html' title='Tardy'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rae9MMbD21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kE89YK4z2eE/s72-c/car_chewy2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-2153498279572529831</id><published>2007-01-15T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:02.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RawVs8bD23I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcBZyDMbfU4/s1600-h/Jancalendar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020411546489314162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RawVs8bD23I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcBZyDMbfU4/s200/Jancalendar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed with life because there’s so much going on. And there's so much more I want to do in this year, and during this lifetime. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you can relate. Here are some things that may help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surround yourself with people who will speak truth to you. Select a group of close, intimate friends who know you. Don’t even try to fool them, but allow them to tell you who you are, who God is—and let that transform your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When conversing with friends this weekend about resolutions, one of them asked if we could suggest resolutions for each other. I gleaned valuable insights from these dear friends’ suggestions. Another question: What gift do you feel you have, but haven’t been exercising? Resolutions often fixate on what we’re not good at, but what if we focused on some talents/skills/gifts we’d like to improve upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a commitment to cut the excess baggage out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;What is most important to you? A leadership principle called the 80/20 rule says 20% of the things in your life create 80% of your success. And 80% of the things you spend your time on only give you 20% of your successes. Find the top 20% of the things you are good at that yield the most results and cut the 80% of things that are basically wasting your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-2153498279572529831?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/2153498279572529831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=2153498279572529831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/2153498279572529831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/2153498279572529831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/01/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RawVs8bD23I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcBZyDMbfU4/s72-c/Jancalendar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-3417963832074759075</id><published>2007-01-16T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:01.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine and friends improve with age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Abbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Ra0n6MbD24I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fw2BUXwHWrs/s1600-h/jan+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020713040308591490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Ra0n6MbD24I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fw2BUXwHWrs/s400/jan+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-3417963832074759075?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/3417963832074759075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=3417963832074759075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3417963832074759075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3417963832074759075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/01/wine-and-friends-improve-with-age.html' title='Wine and friends improve with age'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Ra0n6MbD24I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fw2BUXwHWrs/s72-c/jan+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-1615888820448723001</id><published>2007-01-22T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practical Justice review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RbUtmsbD29I/AAAAAAAAABs/3TPIXsqqzJk/s1600-h/Practical+Justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022971102184594386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RbUtmsbD29I/AAAAAAAAABs/3TPIXsqqzJk/s200/Practical+Justice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin Blue / Likewise (InterVarsity Press)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Chr. Ministry/Missions&lt;br /&gt;p $13 ISBN: 0830833684&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practical Justice&lt;/em&gt; exposes the disparity that exists when Christians show little concern for injustice. It calls Christians to service—even if it means discomfort or suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Blue doesn’t pretend serving the poor equates earthly benefit, though he says, “no act of love is wasted.” You aren’t the beggar’s judge, the author says: “Let us not be fooled into not giving for fear of being fooled.”&lt;br /&gt;The book follows through on the title’s promise of practicality. Many useful examples are provided, including fasting with a friend from entertainment for a month and giving what you would have spent to/for someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;This challenging read will spur justice-minded Christians to do more for the poor and may encourage the apathetic to action. &lt;em&gt;Practical Justice&lt;/em&gt; is one of the first from the Likewise line, named after Jesus’ command to “Go and do likewise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-1615888820448723001?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/1615888820448723001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=1615888820448723001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/1615888820448723001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/1615888820448723001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/01/practical-justice-review.html' title='Practical Justice review'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RbUtmsbD29I/AAAAAAAAABs/3TPIXsqqzJk/s72-c/Practical+Justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-7584524531007695611</id><published>2007-01-22T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:01.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger Than You Think review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ivpress.com/cgi-ivpress/book.pl/code=3373"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022979490255723570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RbU1O8bD3DI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kxw1aHBj5K4/s200/Stronger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim Gaines Eckert / IVP Books (InterVarsity Press)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Pastoral Helps; Women&lt;br /&gt;p $15 ISBN:9780830833733&lt;br /&gt;Women who long for wholeness, admit something is missing, and are willing to engage on a journey toward emotional healing are stronger than they think, Gaines Eckert says. As a practicing counselor, she uses helpful examples and real-life situations. Her realistic approach offers tips, suggestions, activities, and images to assist readers on the journey, but acknowledges there’s no quick fix to life’s deep pains and difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;“God’s intent is not to help us avoid pain and maximize pleasure,” she says. Rather, God intends to help us grow up in Christ, as we find wholeness in community with Him and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stronger Than You Think&lt;/em&gt; is ideal for group study, as each chapter concludes with “Tools for the Journey,” and the concluding section is dedicated to discussion/reflection questions. Readers who take the message to heart will find &lt;em&gt;Stronger Than You Think&lt;/em&gt; worth far more than the suggested retail price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-7584524531007695611?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/7584524531007695611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=7584524531007695611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7584524531007695611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7584524531007695611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/01/stronger-than-you-think-review.html' title='Stronger Than You Think review'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RbU1O8bD3DI/AAAAAAAAACw/Kxw1aHBj5K4/s72-c/Stronger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-154433225198300733</id><published>2007-02-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:01.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too skinny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RctO-nQMqoI/AAAAAAAAADM/1FcgzaXTX0k/s1600-h/thin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029200246485068418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RctO-nQMqoI/AAAAAAAAADM/1FcgzaXTX0k/s320/thin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo: Bernat Armangue / AP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s been more in the news recently about models and actresses being “too skinny,” when previously the message has been “you can never be too skinny or too rich.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a well-known fact among womankind that models set an unrealistic standard—and the quest to be thin can be deadly. The most recent wakeup call came when Brazilian model Ana Carolina Reston died in November 2006 at age 21. She was 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed just 88 pounds, and had a BMI (body mass index) of 13.4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian designers in December agreed to health and age guidelines for runway models, The Associated Press reported. Now New York City Council member Gail Brewer wants fashion houses to ban any model with a body mass index of less than 18.5 -- the cutoff for the World Health Organization's definition of "normal." (up to 24.9) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brewer said she wants models to be educated on nutrition and designers to encourage healthful lifestyles. "We want the designers to offer some clothes that are a little bit more robust," she also told CNN, "and we certainly don't want people under the age of 16 to be modeling.&lt;br /&gt;Models are often women’s mirrors—who they compare themselves to. I’m not saying this is how it should be, but I certainly think it’s time for culture to start recognizing the impossible and unhealthy ideal that’s presented on the runways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Models don’t need more education about nutrition. I think they know how to eat, but they choose not to because they’re not allowed to if they want to keep their profession. The rules of the profession need to change, so models portray an image of beauty and health.&lt;br /&gt;However, if women want to see an image of beauty and health, perhaps fashion models are not the best role models in the first place. I want to look to models like Mary, Elizabeth, Ruth, and Esther (in the Bible). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-154433225198300733?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/154433225198300733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=154433225198300733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/154433225198300733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/154433225198300733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-skinny.html' title='Too skinny'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RctO-nQMqoI/AAAAAAAAADM/1FcgzaXTX0k/s72-c/thin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-7013476766881511765</id><published>2007-02-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:01.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling for Bones review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdHbcHQMqpI/AAAAAAAAADc/mLFb6DtEvMc/s1600-h/Feeling+for+bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031043534779361938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdHbcHQMqpI/AAAAAAAAADc/mLFb6DtEvMc/s320/Feeling+for+bones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bethany Pierce / Moody Publishers&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Contemporary Fiction&lt;br /&gt;p $12.99 ISBN: 9780802462886&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her dad loses his pastor job and the family relocates under his aunt’s mercy, 16-year-old Olivia watches her surroundings spin out of control. Money is scarce, dad stops attending church, mother becomes more controlling, they constantly argue, and she has to share a room with 6-year-old sister Callapher.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia becomes obsessed with controlling her calorie consumption and pasting idyllic images on the bedroom wall. “Every page was another promise that life could become what it should, that I could be beautiful,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;Near-tragedy and a death bring the family closer together, and Olivia slowly learns to accept love and care from her mother and her heavenly Father—who in the final pages becomes real to her and miraculously heals her disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Recommend to young women and their mothers searching for a palatable tale of a teenager’s striving for beauty and struggle with anorexia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-7013476766881511765?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/7013476766881511765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=7013476766881511765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7013476766881511765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7013476766881511765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-for-bones-review.html' title='Feeling for Bones review'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdHbcHQMqpI/AAAAAAAAADc/mLFb6DtEvMc/s72-c/Feeling+for+bones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-5354000306276695741</id><published>2007-02-13T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:00.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdHsz3QMqqI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZJ6SU_dJO6E/s1600-h/Stranger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031062634498927266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdHsz3QMqqI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZJ6SU_dJO6E/s200/Stranger2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night a friend and I went to the $1.50 theater (less money than renting!) to see &lt;em&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/em&gt;, which has become a new favorite. The main character, Harold Crick suddenly starts hearing his life being narrated by the author who’s controlling it. “Little did he know” of his “impending doom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he starts to accept that he’s going to die, Harold starts living the life he’s always wanted. I walked out of the theater challenged to live—really live the rest of my days. I don’t know that I’m going to die soon, but I do know my days are numbered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m glad I know and trust my narrator to create my life story in the most loving way possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I read Proverbs and Psalms 13.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 13:12 (Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life, NLT) is often quoted, but it particularly struck me in the aftermath of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the Focus on the Family bookstore and picked up a &lt;em&gt;Brio&lt;/em&gt; magazine. I realized this was the issue my sixth (I think?) article appeared—the one they used as part of my job interview last summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I questioned why God has placed insurmountable obstacles in front of me and working at what I believe to be my dream job. And my best friend is going on a mission trip with them this summer, but I can’t go because of my current job’s demands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was encouraged when I read an article in our magazine’s “Why We Do What We Do” section, in which the author had a mission from God, but He kept saying “wait” or “not now” until 12 years later when circumstances lined up and she was ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 13 says: “O Lord, how long will you forget me? …Restore the sparkle to my eyes or I will die…But I trust in your unfailing love.” (1,3,5) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-5354000306276695741?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/5354000306276695741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=5354000306276695741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/5354000306276695741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/5354000306276695741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/lifes-story.html' title='Life&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdHsz3QMqqI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZJ6SU_dJO6E/s72-c/Stranger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-681263978632760186</id><published>2007-02-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:00.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks new promotion: designer t-shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdYRAXQMqsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3EJYuDBtNlA/s1600-h/Starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032228331572734658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdYRAXQMqsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3EJYuDBtNlA/s200/Starbucks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To show customers how easy it is to customize their beverage of choice, Starbucks created a new campaign--letting fans choose drink elements incorporated into the design of the shirts, including drink size and flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost and shipping are free. However, only a limited number of shirts are available each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks offers more than 5,000 drink combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campaign runs through Feb. 28 and is designed to ease the intimidation factor of ordering a beverage and get customers to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion designer Mychael Knight has been tasked to create icons that will be placed on the T-shirts. &lt;a href="http://www.mystarbuckstshirt.com/"&gt;MyStarbuckstshirt.com&lt;/a&gt; includes a link to a list of popular drinks and celebrity favorites and details about Knight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-681263978632760186?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/681263978632760186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=681263978632760186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/681263978632760186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/681263978632760186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/starbucks-new-promotion-designer-t.html' title='Starbucks new promotion: designer t-shirts'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdYRAXQMqsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3EJYuDBtNlA/s72-c/Starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-9141693282872138451</id><published>2007-02-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:00.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more reason to stay away from Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdnT4nQMqtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kr0p62jS7Dc/s1600-h/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033287028126296786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdnT4nQMqtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kr0p62jS7Dc/s200/pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A salmonella outbreak that has slowly grown to nearly 300 cases in 39 states since August has been linked to tainted peanut butter, the Assoc. Press reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Food and Drug Administration warned consumers not to eat certain jars of Peter Pan or Great Value peanut butter because of the risk of contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention said they believe this to be the first salmonella outbreak associated with peanut butter in U.S. history. How salmonella got into peanut butter is still under investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a HUGE fan of peanut butter, so this is kind of scary. However, I'm kind of a peanut butter snob and won't eat the kinds like Peter Pan with lots of sugar and hydrogenated oils. So I see this salmonella incident as just one more reason to stay away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affected jars have a product code on the lid that begins with the number "2111," made by ConAgra in a single facility in Sylvester, Ga., the FDA said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest number of salmonella cases were reported in New York, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Tennessee, and Missouri. Symptoms of salmonella can include diarrhea, fever, dehydration, abdominal pain and vomiting. Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-9141693282872138451?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/9141693282872138451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=9141693282872138451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/9141693282872138451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/9141693282872138451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-more-reason-to-stay-away-from-peter.html' title='One more reason to stay away from Peter Pan'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RdnT4nQMqtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kr0p62jS7Dc/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-8004471296075761011</id><published>2007-02-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:59.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free pancakes today, Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rdsm83QMquI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eaJY2t7w90k/s1600-h/IHOP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033659835582556898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rdsm83QMquI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eaJY2t7w90k/s200/IHOP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From KRDO news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IHOP is doing what it can to fatten you up on this "Fat Tuesday". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's National Pancake Day and IHOP is giving away a free short stack (three good sized cakes) of their buttermilk pancakes--for a good cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IHOP is hoping those who come in to get the free pancakes will donate money toward the Childrens Miracle Network. The non-profit helps sick children get the medical treatment they need by treating everything from pediatric aids to cancer to a child injured in a car accident. If you do donate today there's even more of an incentive than free pancakes. "We hope that they donate. They get free pancakes no matter what they do but we hope they come in and donate and if they do we also give them a 20 percent bounce back coupon to come in and see us again." says Patty Tennant Operations Director of local IHOPs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year IHOPs around the country raised more than 300-thousand dollars for Childrens Miracle Network. This year the goal is to raise more than 500-thousand dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get the free pancakes you can go by any IHOP &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; between 7 am and 10 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-8004471296075761011?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/8004471296075761011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=8004471296075761011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/8004471296075761011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/8004471296075761011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-pancakes-today-fat-tuesday.html' title='Free pancakes today, Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rdsm83QMquI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eaJY2t7w90k/s72-c/IHOP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-3351566706125774567</id><published>2007-02-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:59.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/ReR9yx754uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sxVtism7IMc/s1600-h/MochaCLub.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036288594658583266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/ReR9yx754uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sxVtism7IMc/s200/MochaCLub.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/ReR9nx754tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4PD9QzdGOis/s1600-h/MCkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036288405680022226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/ReR9nx754tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4PD9QzdGOis/s200/MCkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to give up trips to Starbucks for Lent--and to send that money to a good cause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just joined a web site called Mocha Club, where you can give up the cost of 2 mochas a month, or $7, to help orphans, refugees, and those affected by HIV/AIDS in Africa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that 6300 people die every day from AIDS? Here is what blew my mind - in All of Africa, $7 gives clean water to 7 Africans for a year. In Kibera Kenya, $7 gives 3 meals in a day for 9 orphans. In Bulawayo Zimbabwe, $7 would put two kids in school for a term. It's those kind of things that made me realize this is something I can do. So I've felt convicted to move from the talking to doing category. You can join my online team by clicking &lt;a href="https://www.africanleadership.org/mochaclub/invitation/ef008f040b69c6a86d599eee3d92096d/2"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and we can keep inviting friends so the team continues to grow at $7 per person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also give detailed updates once a month as to what the money is doing in Africa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do you know of &lt;a href="http://www.mattwertz.com/"&gt;MATT WERTZ&lt;/a&gt;? Here's a cool incentive he's offering - if you join our team now, you'll also get a FREE download of his entire new album, &lt;em&gt;Everything In Between&lt;/em&gt;. Cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-3351566706125774567?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/3351566706125774567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=3351566706125774567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3351566706125774567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3351566706125774567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/02/mocha-club.html' title='Mocha Club'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/ReR9yx754uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sxVtism7IMc/s72-c/MochaCLub.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-4029581296159135149</id><published>2007-03-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:58.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like to do on my lunch break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Re8uERn55KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rG3gGS9tS0M/s1600-h/Marchbike+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039297159036003490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Re8uERn55KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rG3gGS9tS0M/s200/Marchbike+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm thankful for 60-degree weather in March, a bike, the ability to ride it,  a workplace with flexible hours, mud, showers in the workplace, a great biking buddy (who likes mud even more that me--see it in her teeth!) And what am I doing in this picture? Guess you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Re8t5hn55JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/se9eeg2G0OY/s1600-h/Marchbike+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039296974352409746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Re8t5hn55JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/se9eeg2G0OY/s200/Marchbike+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-4029581296159135149?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/4029581296159135149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=4029581296159135149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/4029581296159135149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/4029581296159135149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-i-like-to-do-on-my-lunch-break.html' title='What I like to do on my lunch break'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Re8uERn55KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rG3gGS9tS0M/s72-c/Marchbike+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-3503614213915546204</id><published>2007-03-12T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:58.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run for One, and then some</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RfXCVs8IGzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V2K_p805mlE/s1600-h/runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041149036007529266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RfXCVs8IGzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V2K_p805mlE/s320/runner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children’s HopeChest (&lt;a href="http://www.hopechest.org/"&gt;http://www.hopechest.org/&lt;/a&gt;) is an organization I’ve been hearing a lot about recently, and God has used them and other circumstances to put orphans on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organization recently announced the formation and launch of the Run for One training team which will raise funds and awareness to support orphans in need living in Russia and Swaziland. This year, the team will complete the Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon in Virginia Beach, VA, on September 2, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each athlete who signs up for this program will run to benefit one child who is currently participating in a Children’s HopeChest program for orphans. Children’s HopeChest will provide team members with encouragement, monthly training plans, and professional coaching by Lisa Rainsberger, winner of the 1985 Boston Marathon and world class running coach. Rainsberger and her daughter, Meghan, are also participating in the race and raising funds to “run for one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows I love to run. In the past I’ve run for fun, mostly for one—myself. After I ran the Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon in Phoenix, AZ last year I developed sciatica, which prohibited most running. Then a car accident in December 2006 smashed all plans of near-future races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with good chiropractic care, massage therapy, and what I consider a miracle from God, I’m feeling almost at 100%. I’ve been swimming and biking, and even running with little pain. (It’s sitting that’s still a problem—but I can deal with that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I’m presented with this opportunity—and it makes me so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve never raised $4,000 before, and that’s probably the most intimidating factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really appreciate prayer and guidance whether this is where I should focus my time and energy. We’re having a staff informational meeting next week, and CHC is looking for commitments close to that date. Another factor I’m weighing is the desire to go on my first mission trip this year. Can I do both? If I had to choose one opportunity (I don’t have a specific trip picked out, but was considering one with CHC), which should it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your input is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a bit more about Run for One and CHC:&lt;br /&gt;Run for One is being organized in remembrance of Katya Toschakova, a 15-year-old orphan who took her life after entering the outside world without guidance or hope following her departure from a Russian orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children’s HopeChest establishes programs for younger children living in orphanages and older children, like Katya, who are navigating the transition into adulthood. These are abandoned children who will never be adopted into families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HopeChest programs give them ongoing guidance, support, skills, and hope. Without such intervention, these orphans fall into crime, prostitution, drug abuse, alcoholism, or, like Katya, suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-3503614213915546204?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/3503614213915546204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=3503614213915546204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3503614213915546204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3503614213915546204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/03/run-for-one-and-then-some.html' title='Run for One, and then some'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RfXCVs8IGzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V2K_p805mlE/s72-c/runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-7927258630070427870</id><published>2007-03-19T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:58.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rf6vns8IG0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pqpzdRONa2c/s1600-h/life+is+good.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661729314642754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rf6vns8IG0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pqpzdRONa2c/s200/life+is+good.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a big fan of the "Life is good" brand.&lt;br /&gt;However, I've always thought it should be revised to: Life is hard, God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate recently e-mailed me the lyrics to this Martina McBride song, "Anyway." They go along great with the concept that life is hard, but God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your whole life building something from nothing&lt;br /&gt;One storm can come and blow it all away&lt;br /&gt;Build it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach and you know it might not ever come your way&lt;br /&gt;Dream it anyway&lt;br /&gt;God is great, but sometimes life ain't good&lt;br /&gt;And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway, I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe that tomorrow will be better than today&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone with all your heart, for all the right reasons, and in a moment they can choose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em anyway&lt;br /&gt;God is great, but sometimes life ain't good&lt;br /&gt;And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway, I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in that tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang&lt;br /&gt;Sing it anyway, sing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;I sing, I dream, I love, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rf6xRM8IG1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9rjIe6JI3dA/s1600-h/hellosun.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043663541790841682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rf6xRM8IG1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9rjIe6JI3dA/s200/hellosun.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May our lives be filled with this kind of courage.&lt;br /&gt;And as we step out in faith, hope, and love, may our courage light up the lives of others, as, "Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-7927258630070427870?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/7927258630070427870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=7927258630070427870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7927258630070427870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7927258630070427870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rf6vns8IG0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pqpzdRONa2c/s72-c/life+is+good.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-8464083005616066864</id><published>2007-03-29T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement brings new life</title><content type='html'>As pressure mounted and stress increased about a week ago I decided to take the day off work and go for a fun little biking adventure with &lt;a href="http://scribbled-ink-portrait.blogspot.com/"&gt;KLerch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful spring day, we hit a new trail with a map and plenty of energy and optimism.  Little did we know (although we probably should have learned by now) how easy it is to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;After taking a wrong turn, rather than go back we decided upon a "proposed" trail.  This means no trail at all, but you can make your own.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's very difficult, unless you have a chain saw, to make a trail through dry brush. At first we just thought we could walk our bikes up the hill. The trail where we were headed was visible--just up ahead! Or was it? "Well, if we can just get up to that ridge, we'll be able to see."&lt;br /&gt;Soon, pushing bikes through brush became impossible, so we carried them--often above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvbKfxa-yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/waOG10hACig/s1600-h/March+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047368780772735778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvbKfxa-yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/waOG10hACig/s320/March+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about Katie, but I started to get exhausted and I wanted to just sit down and quit.&lt;br /&gt;She however, climbed up a tree to be better able to see.  That's what friends are for (at least partially), to give us perspective and encouragement, to help point us in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvbWvxa-zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wHp-7u8hKjo/s1600-h/March+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047368991226133298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvbWvxa-zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wHp-7u8hKjo/s320/March+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued bush-wacking. (I rediscovered a fondness for mixing up my consonants: book washing). Intermingled with laughter at our unfortunate plight, her enthusiasm and vigor that we would eventually make it to the trail gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, though the journey getting there was difficult, we made it!&lt;br /&gt;When our actual bike ride began, I was already pretty pooped out, but managed to get a second wind.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing new spring flowers popping out of dry ground was like a loving greeting-card encouragement from God. They reminded me that beauty and hope can spring up in the midst of the parched landscape.  When life seems difficult and I just want to go into hibernation, God gives me glimpses of spring time. And I want to keep going--to see what's up over the next ridge. The journey is an adventure, and the miserable parts help make it memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rgvbh_xa-0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5morxgaMLQo/s1600-h/March+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047369184499661634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rgvbh_xa-0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5morxgaMLQo/s320/March+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-8464083005616066864?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/8464083005616066864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=8464083005616066864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/8464083005616066864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/8464083005616066864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/03/encouragement-brings-new-life.html' title='Encouragement brings new life'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvbKfxa-yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/waOG10hACig/s72-c/March+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-3933988563673774660</id><published>2007-03-29T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:57.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado: You never know what you're gonna get</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvrYvxa-5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tw0o2wTL3_A/s1600-h/March+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047386617771916178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvrYvxa-5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tw0o2wTL3_A/s320/March+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes it can be annoying that you never know what the weather is going to be like, that keeps it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;One day it's foggy/misty. The next day is snows, then rains.&lt;br /&gt;The next day it's like summer and I get a sunburn while rock climbing and biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rgvqhfxa-2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/N1-gUlYtyqM/s1600-h/March+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047385668584143714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rgvqhfxa-2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/N1-gUlYtyqM/s320/March+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm also a big fan of house/pet-sitting. I don't actually sit on the pets, but they like to sit on my stuff. Zeke seems to have a liking for outdoor gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvrL_xa-4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VECzgPrR4T8/s1600-h/March+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047386398728584066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvrL_xa-4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VECzgPrR4T8/s320/March+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvqTfxa-1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MJXygEBVs-4/s1600-h/March+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047385428065975122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvqTfxa-1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MJXygEBVs-4/s320/March+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-3933988563673774660?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/3933988563673774660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=3933988563673774660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3933988563673774660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3933988563673774660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/03/colorado-you-never-know-what-youre.html' title='Colorado: You never know what you&apos;re gonna get'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RgvrYvxa-5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tw0o2wTL3_A/s72-c/March+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-8241118450470280089</id><published>2007-04-09T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Jesus is risen indeed! This is why we celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;And celebrate we did. (We is my friend, Katie, and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photo highlights, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Ruby's Trunk--shopping the $1 rack, hike to Hanging Lake, decorating Easter Eggs, cute dogs, coffee shop stops, visiting Doc Holliday's grave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqD7vrqUoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HRDvx41jATs/s1600-h/Easter+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051494994484548226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqD7vrqUoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HRDvx41jATs/s200/Easter+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqEXPrqUrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/p1IfmPjUtKY/s1600-h/Easter+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051495466930950834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqEXPrqUrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/p1IfmPjUtKY/s200/Easter+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqDmPrqUmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LyHVMZGMcFY/s1600-h/Easter+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051494625117360738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqDmPrqUmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LyHVMZGMcFY/s200/Easter+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqEQvrqUqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AIcu3ECN2j4/s1600-h/Easter+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051495355261801122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqEQvrqUqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AIcu3ECN2j4/s200/Easter+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqDxPrqUnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VnDTqXRdmQc/s1600-h/Easter+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051494814095921778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqDxPrqUnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VnDTqXRdmQc/s200/Easter+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqY5_rqUsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e8ryGNesJwc/s1600-h/Easter+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051518054163960514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqY5_rqUsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e8ryGNesJwc/s200/Easter+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Katie's &lt;a href="http://scribbled-ink-portrait.blogspot.com/2007/04/small-town-sunday-hartsel.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to see more pics and to read about our small town Sunday dinner stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-8241118450470280089?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/8241118450470280089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=8241118450470280089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/8241118450470280089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/8241118450470280089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RhqD7vrqUoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HRDvx41jATs/s72-c/Easter+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-3066386896506575870</id><published>2007-04-17T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:55.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A legacy left well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RiThJfAEvtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ItEplHOw9HU/s1600-h/Sheryl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054412234873421522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RiThJfAEvtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ItEplHOw9HU/s200/Sheryl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are no words for describing the grief felt by the loss of a dear woman, Sheryl DeWitt.&lt;br /&gt;I came to know Sheryl while at Focus on the Family Institute. She had a profound impact on me and thousands of others.&lt;br /&gt;If you visit the &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/inputSiteName.do?method=search&amp;amp;siteName=sheryldewitt"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt; set up to keep everyone informed about her cancer battle, you will find hundreds of messages describing how Sheryl impacted lives. She imparted Jesus' transforming love on every person she met. What an amazing woman, who left a legacy that will live on far beyond her short earthly years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-3066386896506575870?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/3066386896506575870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=3066386896506575870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3066386896506575870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3066386896506575870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/04/legacy-left-well.html' title='A legacy left well'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RiThJfAEvtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ItEplHOw9HU/s72-c/Sheryl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-3767702335010308726</id><published>2007-05-07T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:55.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Chewy</title><content type='html'>God has been engraining Psalm 90:12 into me this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week a dear coworker/friend let us know he is dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Friday, my baby, my dog, Chewy passed into what I hope is dog heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone deserves to be there, I think it's her. She lasted 14 years despite having her hips broken twice-- amazing for a lab/German Shepard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was my first puppy and she kept me going with her smiley face and wagging tail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my teen years she licked away tears from my face when things were stressful at school and with friends who didn't love me nearly as unconditionally as she did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went off to college and then came home for visits, she never forgot me and didn't hold it against me for leaving. Every time I came home she would rush to greet me. Even as she got older she did her best to go running with me--even if it meant she couldn't walk the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had the puppy pictures to show you, but these are the last couple times I got to spend with her: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rj9ux7JzMII/AAAAAAAAAJc/YMwOajn4eu0/s1600-h/Chewy&amp;Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061886310159167618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rj9ux7JzMII/AAAAAAAAAJc/YMwOajn4eu0/s200/Chewy%26Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rj9wUrJzMJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oOdQuNJklJU/s1600-h/chewy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061888006671249554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rj9wUrJzMJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oOdQuNJklJU/s200/chewy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that she could ever be replaced, but I'm looking forward to getting a dog here in Colorado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some quotes I like about dogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only&lt;br /&gt;will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. –Samuel Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really own a dog as much as he owns us. –Gene Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. –Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquiring a dog may be the only opportunity a human ever has to choose a relative. –Mordecai Siegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does. –Christopher Morley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive. –Gilda Radner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-3767702335010308726?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/3767702335010308726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=3767702335010308726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3767702335010308726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/3767702335010308726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-chewy.html' title='Goodbye Chewy'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/Rj9ux7JzMII/AAAAAAAAAJc/YMwOajn4eu0/s72-c/Chewy%26Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-6096677401798735682</id><published>2007-05-08T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:54.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkCNV7JzMKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sECpd5Pc3Sk/s1600-h/May+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062201388960002210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkCNV7JzMKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sECpd5Pc3Sk/s320/May+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I guess this whole idea started with Lisa Samson at &lt;a href="http://lisasamson.typepad.com/author_intrusion/2007/05/the_morning_fac.html"&gt;Author Intrustion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says: "Are you brave enough to post your face without makeup? Will you take the morning face challenge? The internet is a place of smoke and mirrors. We can put forward anything we want, any face, any history, any tales of gore and glory.&lt;br /&gt;Women as they reach middle age mourn what once was and what will never be again. Some of us will never be rolled into an operating room or have a hypodermic needle stuck into our face, shooting in a form of bochilism that will paralyze our muscles to a more youthful glow. Botox anyone?&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, the &lt;a href="http://www.ragamuffindiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;ragamuffin diva&lt;/a&gt; and I were chatting on the phone. She said, "I pray for the grace to age gracefully, and let the young women have their day." What a beautiful outlook. A long time ago, another great blogger, Katy at &lt;a href="http://www.faillible.com/"&gt;fallible.com&lt;/a&gt; told me, "I just want to look pleasant."&lt;br /&gt;Will you take the challenge? Will you post who you really are? Without embellishment, as the morning sun, or the alarm, or a husband or a child sees you when you first open your eyes to meet the day? And if not, ask yourself why not? If you will, will you spread the word on your own blog so that other women will have the confidence to let the young women receive their glory as we grow in wisdom. Let me know if you choose to take the morning face challenge. Here goes. This is me. Almost 43. Barefaced with crazy hair. Who else will join me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me in the morning. Like my $1 star pjs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-6096677401798735682?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/6096677401798735682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=6096677401798735682' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/6096677401798735682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/6096677401798735682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-mein-morning.html' title='This is me in the morning'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkCNV7JzMKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sECpd5Pc3Sk/s72-c/May+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-9093295109208374544</id><published>2007-05-08T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:54.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of seeing your favorite author</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkESgLJzMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5gpk88tunwA/s1600-h/AnneLamott.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062347800100155586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkESgLJzMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5gpk88tunwA/s200/AnneLamott.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Reading Lamott is like having a chat with one of the angels, a smarter, wittier one." &lt;em&gt;The Denver Post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Lamott is probably my favorite living author.&lt;br /&gt;And I get to see her speak at my alma mater (Lord willing)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will read from her works on Saturday, May 12, at 7:30 p.m. in Cowles Auditorium at Whitworth in Spokane, WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of hers is &lt;em&gt;Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life&lt;/em&gt;, a guide to writing and the challenges of a writer's life; next favorite is &lt;em&gt;Traveling Mercies&lt;/em&gt;, a collection of autobiographical essays on faith. Lamott's new essay collection, &lt;em&gt;Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith&lt;/em&gt;, was released in March 2007, and I have yet to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with every viewpoint she has, but it's true that Lamott writes and speaks with self-effacing humor and ruthless honesty. Her books are often about loss – loss of loved ones and loss of personal control. She doesn’t try to sugar-coat sadness, frustration and disappointment, but tells her stories with honesty and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy: Salon.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-9093295109208374544?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/9093295109208374544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=9093295109208374544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/9093295109208374544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/9093295109208374544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy-of-seeing-your-favorite-author.html' title='The joy of seeing your favorite author'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkESgLJzMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5gpk88tunwA/s72-c/AnneLamott.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-7632798809738826099</id><published>2007-05-10T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn’t know there would be so much tagging involved with blogging. It’s fun though.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always liked tag. Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.teawithtiffany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of this game:&lt;br /&gt;Each person starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their eight things and post the rules. At the end of your blog, tag eight people and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are 8 random things about me. (It’s funny that my blog’s name is It’s NOT About Me. Just keep in mind it’s God who’s weaving together the seemingly random details of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Montana is my birthplace and was home until I went to college in Spokane, WA. Even though I feel very at home in Colorado, I will always call MT “home.” Boating on the Missouri River is a favorite activity when visiting my parents. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMf2LJzMNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZHVem3k_XBM/s1600-h/2006+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062925421661860050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMf2LJzMNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZHVem3k_XBM/s200/2006+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was younger I wanted to be an architect and interior designer, or an equestrian. I traveled to England after I graduated from high school to shadow a professional, which opened my eyes to the positives of a career in journalism. Now instead of horses, I ride bikes and sit on inanimate sheep statues. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMgIbJzMOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xBABIa_qkjQ/s1600-h/April+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062925735194472674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMgIbJzMOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xBABIa_qkjQ/s200/April+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My dream job since college has been to work for Brio magazine for teen girls. I thought freelancing for them would be a good in. Then I thought Focus on the Family Institute would be a good in. Neither of these have landed me a job, but I’m thankful for these experiences. God has me where I am for a reason (I just don’t quite know what it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My first car was a Buick Century, which I bought with money I made from selling my cow. Seriously! When it broke down (the car, not the cow) I got a Buick Skylark. It had this weird quirk where it would stall at a stop light and lurch through intersections. The paint started chipping, so we peeled it all off thinking we’d paint it some day. My dad fixed the engine and still drives the unpainted car. (It actually doesn’t look too bad). I got fed up with it and acquired my first car payment in 2003 for a 1999 Subaru Outback. I loved that car for its functionality and versatility. I payed it off and it kept me safe in a bad accident, but was totaled in Dec. 2006. Now I have Jade. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMgWrJzMPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/16nL58uvXvM/s1600-h/2006+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062925980007608562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMgWrJzMPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/16nL58uvXvM/s200/2006+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to test the limits, push the boundaries, try new things, and be adventurous. A goal in this arena is to go skydiving this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMgpLJzMQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Eaui_YWT5mc/s1600-h/009_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062926297835188482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMgpLJzMQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Eaui_YWT5mc/s200/009_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love photography and camping and would like to do both more often. Photo credits: KLerch &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMg9LJzMRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ekvB895i56s/s1600-h/018_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062926641432572178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMg9LJzMRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ekvB895i56s/s200/018_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ve hiked three fourtneeners in the four years I’ve lived here: Uncomagre, Elbert, and Pikes Peak (which I’ve hiked three times—each of which was miserable, yet memorable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sprint triathlons are super-fun and I’m training for some this summer. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMhMbJzMSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6u5CJRGD1n8/s1600-h/swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062926903425577250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMhMbJzMSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6u5CJRGD1n8/s200/swim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo credit: Jennifer Janis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-7632798809738826099?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/7632798809738826099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=7632798809738826099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7632798809738826099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/7632798809738826099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-random-things.html' title='8 Random Things'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RkMf2LJzMNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZHVem3k_XBM/s72-c/2006+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17159712.post-667271281319812027</id><published>2007-05-22T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:57:52.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nellie grad weekend pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMFpX6N8fI/AAAAAAAAALc/LemS-R99naQ/s1600-h/marakeshmeandbell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067400214072914418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMFpX6N8fI/AAAAAAAAALc/LemS-R99naQ/s200/marakeshmeandbell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMDBH6N8bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Rx-M9kPGz_k/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067397323559924146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMDBH6N8bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Rx-M9kPGz_k/s200/Nellie+2007+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMESX6N8dI/AAAAAAAAALM/BsDUpJCXPZg/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067398719424295378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMESX6N8dI/AAAAAAAAALM/BsDUpJCXPZg/s200/Nellie+2007+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMCO36N8aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VX8NrbAIGQ4/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067396460271497634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMCO36N8aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VX8NrbAIGQ4/s200/Nellie+2007+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMD_n6N8cI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tm89ABji75Q/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMD_n6N8cI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tm89ABji75Q/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067398397301748162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMD_n6N8cI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tm89ABji75Q/s200/Nellie+2007+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMD_n6N8cI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tm89ABji75Q/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMD_n6N8cI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tm89ABji75Q/s1600-h/Nellie+2007+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17159712-667271281319812027?l=carjoson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/feeds/667271281319812027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17159712&amp;postID=667271281319812027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/667271281319812027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17159712/posts/default/667271281319812027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carjoson.blogspot.com/2007/05/nellie-grad-weekend-pics.html' title='Nellie grad weekend pics'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11624302304831246838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbF3dC4L70k/RlMFpX6N8fI/AAAAAAAAALc/LemS-R99naQ/s72-c/marakeshmeandbell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>