<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:11:51.131-08:00</updated><category term='Snow Trip 2007'/><category term='*Shibuya*'/><title type='text'>Alive in Christ... Training for Eternity!</title><subtitle type='html'>He who pursues righteousness and love finds life, prosperity, and honor.  Proverbs 21:21</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/5729613173230377594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=5729613173230377594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/5729613173230377594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/5729613173230377594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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The latest example is the 17th Retirement Confidence Survey, a comprehensive study of Americans' attitudes toward retirement and their preparedness (or lack of). Through the years, American workers have displayed an unrealistic confidence that they'll have enough money to retire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/8874259922276037726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=8874259922276037726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/8874259922276037726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/8874259922276037726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/06/workers-dream-but-dont-save-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-7762540334768836309</id><published>2007-06-04T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:14:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do my decisions today affect who I will become forever?Do I live today w/ an eternal perspective?  Do I like who I am becoming?some thoughts from last NOV..."I realized today that I have a hard time allowing ppl to love me, maybe b/c of pride or insecurity, I do not quite know.  I have a hard time allowing God to love me.  I mean, my life looks pretty good.  But as I am knowing the character of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/7762540334768836309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=7762540334768836309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/7762540334768836309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/7762540334768836309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-my-decisions-today-affect-who-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-7012118656872941926</id><published>2007-05-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:03:17.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is good... some amazing updates on James' health!4/30Dearest Ba b,I stayed in CCU with you for two days already.  I slept overnight on April 29.  The nurses told me that you were very restless and active at night.  They would like to see if I could stay to accompany you.  So Ba b, I was on duty from April 29-30 in CCU.  There were many improvements on this weekend:1.  On April 29, you could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/7012118656872941926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=7012118656872941926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/7012118656872941926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/7012118656872941926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-4711833981948045401</id><published>2007-04-21T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:24:25.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angela's 4/20 update on James...Dearest Ba b,I went to Auntie Kathy's house this afternoon (around 3pm) and took Joanna for doctor check up.  Thanks God. Her skin infection has gone and the doctor just told us to continue putting Cetaphil moisture cream on her skin.  I haven't seen Joanna for a week and she looked like she has grown so much.  She weighs 15 lb 12 oz now (last week she weighed 14 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/4711833981948045401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=4711833981948045401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4711833981948045401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4711833981948045401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/04/angelas-420-update-on-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-7563928243746803248</id><published>2007-04-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:49:11.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend James went through brain surgery for arteriovenous malformations (AVM) this past wkend.  He has remained sedated under careful watch for the past 6 days.  Everyday his wife has been updating us by sharing letters she is writing to James... my heart goes out to them.Dearest Ba b,This morning (April 19) around 11am, they finally had someone put the PICC line on your right arm.  They used </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/7563928243746803248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=7563928243746803248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/7563928243746803248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/7563928243746803248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-friend-james-went-through-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-3854793168224597678</id><published>2007-04-18T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:52:19.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dearest Ba b,I signed the consent form for injecting the PICC line (which is used for giving you nutrient) on your arm.  When I was there in the hospital (around 12 noon), the nurse told me that the neurosurgeon would not discuss the CT scan result (the one from this morning) with me today.  She was busy with other patients.  So I guess I cannot get the udpdate of your situation today.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/3854793168224597678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=3854793168224597678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/3854793168224597678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/3854793168224597678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/04/dearest-ba-b-i-signed-consent-form-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-1563960033367700672</id><published>2007-04-12T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:23:28.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 103:13-17As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.  As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.  But from everlasting to everlasting to the Lord's love is with those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/1563960033367700672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=1563960033367700672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/1563960033367700672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/1563960033367700672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/04/psalm-10313-17-as-father-has-compassion.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-1868496531217577666</id><published>2007-04-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:22:53.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zeal without proper knowledge of Christ results merely in good works, nothing more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/1868496531217577666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=1868496531217577666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/1868496531217577666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/1868496531217577666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/04/zeal-without-proper-knowledge-of-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-1364556045875737032</id><published>2007-03-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:06:38.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Trip 2007'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AL buried sledding on garbage can lids... Hot Chocolate! Figure Skating! Fifty pairs of shoes by the doorway Azteca eat in Tahoe ready for the mountain!say FOB!Yoga and Breakdancing... does the body GOUD-A! 20+ ppl in a snow fight... good times... crazy memories!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/1364556045875737032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=1364556045875737032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/1364556045875737032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/1364556045875737032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/03/al-buried-sledding-on-garbage-can-lids.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tFHTww_kwfo/RfQaLdyAjOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9Hl1unTPsUY/s72-c/IMG_5038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-3545662333678422841</id><published>2007-02-26T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:57:34.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Janet &amp; me ready to jump ship... HOsmurf &amp; Jimmy... good people!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/3545662333678422841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=3545662333678422841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/3545662333678422841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/3545662333678422841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/02/janet-me-ready-to-jump-ship.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tFHTww_kwfo/ReNwA8fjuRI/AAAAAAAAACg/r8vPBAsdDIM/s72-c/3M+conference+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-4514500870804466731</id><published>2007-02-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:21:05.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;3  HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!  &lt;3A few words of wisdom and maybe encouragement for those who don't like Valentine's Day...(i absolutely enjoy this holiday b/c it is another excuse for me to show my ppl how much i love them!)Seek out someone who is RIGHTEOUS... and not necessarily romantic. Romanticism can be learned, but righteousness not so much..."Do not arouse or awaken love until is so desires."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/4514500870804466731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=4514500870804466731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4514500870804466731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4514500870804466731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/02/few-words-of-wisdom-and-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-4990305519332805207</id><published>2007-02-08T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:39:49.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Relationships can't be this easy... it's gotta be more complicated than this flowchart...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/4990305519332805207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=4990305519332805207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4990305519332805207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4990305519332805207'/><link rel='alternate' 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questions come up... what kind of dirt people wonder about me.  heehee.b) i want to see if anyone still reads this blog.c) i want just curious...BUT before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/414760423829908327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=414760423829908327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/414760423829908327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/414760423829908327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/01/borrowed-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-8201972670860656086</id><published>2007-01-26T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:27:52.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random pic fr Half DomeWynn Hotel in Macau, Asia's Las Vegas... looks just like the one in LVOnSen Theme Park @ Odaiba</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/8201972670860656086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=8201972670860656086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/8201972670860656086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/8201972670860656086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-pic-fr-half-dome-wynn-hotel-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tFHTww_kwfo/Rbm3KOxyBwI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5k5WAyR8to/s72-c/Half+Dome+2006+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-4808267193523412862</id><published>2007-01-19T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:00:39.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons fr 2006seems to me that 2007 took off without me... i did not return to reality until the second week of the month, and already we are past the midway point of this month. i find myself still wishing people a Happy New Years and finalizing my New Years Resolutions. every year I make them... and as I was thinking about them this year, i reflected for more than a few moments on 2006...The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/4808267193523412862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=4808267193523412862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4808267193523412862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/4808267193523412862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/01/lessons-fr-2006-seems-to-me-that-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-3603701470287724568</id><published>2007-01-17T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:01:48.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Shibuya*'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We were out the door at 5am to have some frrrrrrresh sashimi for breakfast at Tsukiji Market!We headed to Odaiba, a newly developed island, after our morning feasting at the fish market... we wandered around for a few hours before places started to open... we got there before 10am... Char, Dave, Bren, and James... where's Alex?View of the bridge to Tokyo fr Odaiba... there's also a miniature </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/3603701470287724568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=3603701470287724568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/3603701470287724568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/3603701470287724568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-were-out-door-at-5am-to-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tFHTww_kwfo/Ra6oAuxyBsI/AAAAAAAAABA/g6z5fzbVL3o/s72-c/image022+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115982258298362980</id><published>2006-10-02T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:56:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Instructions: Name 10 of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick 10 people to do the same.  Try to be original and creative; try not to use things that someone else has already used.10)  Playing tennis9)    Star gazing (as in, up in the sky)8)    a whole season of 24 on DVD7)    Hiking in God's creation6)   Doodling5)   Bear hugs!4)   "Religion that God our Father accepts as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115982258298362980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115982258298362980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115982258298362980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115982258298362980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/10/instructions-name-10-of-lifes-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115937927767565054</id><published>2006-09-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:47:57.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is love.  When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us.  This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we're free of worry on Judgment Day - our standing in the world is identical with Christ's. -I John 4:16-17The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115937927767565054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115937927767565054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115937927767565054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115937927767565054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/09/god-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115561991150713313</id><published>2006-08-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:31:51.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Language &amp; Cozy AirportAbout two or three years ago, a friend blessed me with a book about the five different love languages we give and receive as humans.  The book reminded me of Psych 101... the theory is something I innately knew, almost common sense, but never a formalized thought so clearly spelled out.  So the five love languages are physical touch, service, quality time, gifts, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115561991150713313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115561991150713313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115561991150713313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115561991150713313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-language-therefore-knowing-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115474695868693026</id><published>2006-08-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:05:42.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Italy...island of Capriitalian paninisMy PoPo is one happy woman... we are trying to write down all her crazy stories... maybe turn it into a book... or even a movie... vamos a ver... this year i thought i would have an intimate birthday party... and this is what i get... some things never change...Citizen Cake for me!Congrats to Leland Yee!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115474695868693026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115474695868693026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115474695868693026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115474695868693026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/08/italy.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115474374744304422</id><published>2006-08-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:09:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>praise God for...-my PoPo who makes me breakfast every morning-gelato, apricot flavor-digital cameras for crazy tourists like myself-Galatians-goldfish (original flavor)-jv4vandy, my fellow goofball for life-the luxury to dream-a bum shoulder so i am reminded of my limits-JTsui, for her rich friendship-Mr.Yamabe, for always being excited to hear my silly stories-opportunities i never even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115474374744304422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115474374744304422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115474374744304422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115474374744304422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/08/praise-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115455980118349898</id><published>2006-08-02T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:03:21.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Martin Luther on Galatians 2:5Since our opponents will not let it stand that only faith in Christ justifies, we will not yield to them. On the question of justification we must remain adamant, or else we shall lose the truth of the Gospel. It is a matter of life and death. It involves the death of the Son of God, who died for the sins of the world. If we surrender faith in Christ, as the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115455980118349898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115455980118349898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115455980118349898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115455980118349898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/08/martin-luther-on-galatians-25-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115436306116167483</id><published>2006-07-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:24:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The cross liberates me from the fellowship with the world, the law, and the self.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115436306116167483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115436306116167483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115436306116167483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115436306116167483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/07/cross-liberates-me-from-fellowship.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115395052801291501</id><published>2006-07-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:48:48.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you had those times when you look down at your watch/phone and realize that time flew by... you know, like when you are spending time with your best friend or that special someone... feels like you just met up and it's already time to go and there is still so much more to talk about... i had one of those mornings w/ the Lord today... twas sweet!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115395052801291501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115395052801291501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115395052801291501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115395052801291501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-you-had-those-times-when-you-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115392433811952373</id><published>2006-07-26T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:32:18.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attn to the plank in your own eye?  How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?"  Matthew 7:3-4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115392433811952373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115392433811952373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115392433811952373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115392433811952373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-you-look-at-speck-of-sawdust-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-115052759213154211</id><published>2006-06-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:59:52.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is the difference between grace and mercy?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/115052759213154211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=115052759213154211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115052759213154211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/115052759213154211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-difference-between-grace-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-113703281872759535</id><published>2006-01-11T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:26:58.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently I have felt like a stranger in my own life... I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize the face oddly staring back at me.  A moment ago I reread an entry from January of last year.  I could feel the enthusiasm I had at that time, but the truth is that that enthusiasm dwindled by the end of 2005.  I long to have that same excitement in my life... to once again have that confidence in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/113703281872759535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=113703281872759535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/113703281872759535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/113703281872759535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2006/01/recently-i-have-felt-like-stranger-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112854301551509027</id><published>2005-10-05T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:10:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. -Anonymous</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112854301551509027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112854301551509027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112854301551509027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112854301551509027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/10/though-no-one-can-go-back-and-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112771488865505235</id><published>2005-09-25T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:08:08.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IntegrityHumilitySelf-confidenceSelf-controlDisciplineHonestyTruthTrustVulnerabilityBalanceLife Grace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112771488865505235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112771488865505235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112771488865505235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112771488865505235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/09/integrity-humility-self-confidence.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112734680651149287</id><published>2005-09-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:53:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know life is good when i am playing tennis on the week nights!  oh yeah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112734680651149287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112734680651149287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112734680651149287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112734680651149287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-life-is-good-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112682957523240387</id><published>2005-09-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:12:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,Uttered or unexpressed,The motion of a hidden fireThat trembles in the breast.-James Montgomery</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112682957523240387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112682957523240387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112682957523240387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112682957523240387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/09/prayer-is-souls-sincere-desire-uttered.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112633692494336823</id><published>2005-09-10T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:22:04.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marginless is being thirty minutes late to the doctor’s office because you were twenty minutes late getting out of the hairdresser’s b/c you were ten min late dropping the children off at school b/c the car ran out of gas two blocks fr the gas station – and you forgot your purse.Margin, on the other hand, is having breath left at the top of the staircase, money left at the end of the month, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112633692494336823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112633692494336823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112633692494336823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112633692494336823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/09/marginless-is-being-thirty-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112611513167554050</id><published>2005-09-07T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:45:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James 4: 13-14“Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow.  What is your life?  You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”It’s not that God does not allow us to dream and have great vision… but often we are not mindful of His place in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112611513167554050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112611513167554050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112611513167554050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112611513167554050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/09/james-4-13-14-now-listen-you-who-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112573817051545689</id><published>2005-09-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:02:50.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humility begins by emptying ourselves of ourselves.  It is about coming to God without agenda and without reservation.  If you are still relating to God through negotiations, you have not yet found the path of humility.  If your question is still “how much can I keep?” you are still at the pool of Narcissus.  The quest for honor begins with a humility that leaves us empty.  This is NOT an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112573817051545689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112573817051545689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112573817051545689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112573817051545689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/09/humility-begins-by-emptying-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112463487197487139</id><published>2005-08-21T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T07:34:31.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stillness.Keeping a Quiet HeartElisabeth ElliotStillness.  Perfect stillness.  It is very great gift, not always available to those who would most appreciate it and would find joy in it, and often not appreciated by those who have it but are uncomfortable with it.  External noise is inescapable in many places – traffic on land and in the air, sirens, horns, chain saws, loud voices, and, perhaps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112463487197487139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112463487197487139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112463487197487139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112463487197487139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/08/stillness.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112455350485864909</id><published>2005-08-20T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:58:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He was handsome beyond description.  No, maybe for him it would be right to call him beautiful.  Just past sixteen years old and a magnet for affection and desire, if he had lived in our time, he would have certainly graced the screens of theaters across the world.  He wasn’t just beautiful in the eyes of the beholder; he was a picture of perfection.  His list of suitors was countless and his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112455350485864909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112455350485864909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112455350485864909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112455350485864909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-was-handsome-beyond-description.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112455291272575356</id><published>2005-08-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:48:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Begin each day as if I'm doing it on purpose.Do I live a life as a Christian with character?Change requires courage.My soul, wait silently for God alone, For my expectation is from Him.Psalm 62:5</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112455291272575356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112455291272575356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112455291272575356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112455291272575356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/08/begin-each-day-as-if-im-doing-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-112296624130073151</id><published>2005-08-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:06:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been ages since I last dropped by to holla at y'all...what's up?!been wondering...why do i seek achievement and success?why do i stay up late?why do i want that new pair of trendy shoes?why do i serve in small group?where is my identity?what is my purpose?why do i crowd my life with nonsense with no eternal legacy?do i limit God? too much.have i been humbled this year? more than i would like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/112296624130073151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=112296624130073151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112296624130073151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/112296624130073151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/08/been-ages-since-i-last-dropped-by-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-110783335171708709</id><published>2005-02-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:29:11.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Success is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm." -Winston Churchill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/110783335171708709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=110783335171708709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110783335171708709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110783335171708709'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/110723708900698893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=110723708900698893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110723708900698893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110723708900698893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/01/ready-set-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-110679803161038722</id><published>2005-01-26T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:53:51.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, i am back.  back from my hiatus... back from asia... back from being tired... two thousand and five is here, and i am excited for all it promises to be... yes yes... lots have happened since the postings of quotes and random tid-bits.  many have asked me to post about HK and the craziness of the trip... the title of that entry shall be: "The Power of Satan, and the Greater Power of God"... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/110679803161038722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=110679803161038722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110679803161038722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110679803161038722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-110192540144248951</id><published>2004-12-01T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:25:09.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today in History Today in 1955, a black woman named Rosa Parks refuses to give up her seat on the bus to a white man, sparking the beginning of the American Civil Rights movement.Bumper Sticker of the Week "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING OUT OF BED" Hump Day Quote Heaven goes by favor, if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in. -Mark Twain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/110192540144248951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=110192540144248951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110192540144248951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/110192540144248951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-in-history-today-in-1955-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109967630937194335</id><published>2004-11-05T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:38:29.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Gender Difference...Again  A Woman's Conversation About a HaircutOh!  That's so cute!Do you think so?  I wasn't sure when she was gave me the mirror.  I mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking?Oh goodness no!  No, it's perfect.  I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide.  I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I think.Are you serious?  I think your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109967630937194335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109967630937194335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109967630937194335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109967630937194335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/11/gender-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109950878524521903</id><published>2004-11-03T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:06:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hump Day Quote No one can make you feel inferior without your own consent. - Eleanor Roosevelt Today in History Today in 1928, The Mickey Mouse Club debuts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109950878524521903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109950878524521903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109950878524521903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109950878524521903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/11/hump-day-quote-no-one-can-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109889522284181417</id><published>2004-10-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:40:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hump Day Quote Only two things are infinite. The Universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.  -Albert Einstein</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109889522284181417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109889522284181417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109889522284181417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109889522284181417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/10/hump-day-quote-only-two-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109786019470259215</id><published>2004-10-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T10:09:54.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Today in History Today in 1951, I Love Lucy premieres.  = )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109786019470259215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109786019470259215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109786019470259215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109786019470259215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-in-history-today-in-1951-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109770433821757410</id><published>2004-10-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:52:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hump Day Trivia What was Woody Woodpecker’s hometown ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109770433821757410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109770433821757410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109770433821757410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109770433821757410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/10/hump-day-trivia-what-was-woody.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109725399695995802</id><published>2004-10-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:46:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am only afraid of people who cannot think.-Winston Churchill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109725399695995802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109725399695995802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109725399695995802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109725399695995802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-only-afraid-of-people-who-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109708082203904690</id><published>2004-10-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:40:22.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hump Day Trivia Which country’s flag is made up of one solid color?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109708082203904690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109708082203904690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109708082203904690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109708082203904690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/10/hump-day-trivia-which-countrys-flag-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109657543864948692</id><published>2004-09-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:17:18.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get busy living, or get busy dying...-Redd when he is finally free, Shawshank Redemption</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109657543864948692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109657543864948692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109657543864948692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109657543864948692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/09/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109544181650726608</id><published>2004-09-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:23:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came out of the stale test center yesterday afternoon, holding a single sheet of paper which says, "Congratulations!  You passed!"yet another praise!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109544181650726608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109544181650726608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109544181650726608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109544181650726608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-came-out-of-stale-test-center.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109512597578025057</id><published>2004-09-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T18:39:35.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> more gems Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.-Ralph Waldo Emerson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109512597578025057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109512597578025057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109512597578025057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109512597578025057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-gems-do-not-go-where-path-may-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109469733946634804</id><published>2004-09-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:35:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a workman who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth. II Timothy 2:15</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109469733946634804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109469733946634804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109469733946634804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109469733946634804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/09/do-your-best-to-present-yourself-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109351002950250872</id><published>2004-08-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:47:09.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> DayDreaming... I am incapable of conceiving infinity,and yet I do not accept finity.I want this adventure that is the contextof my life to go on without end.- Simone de Beauvoir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109351002950250872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109351002950250872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109351002950250872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109351002950250872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/08/daydreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109347373607510227</id><published>2004-08-25T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:42:16.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hump Day Quote "It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them—the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas."  - Fyodor Dostoyevsky</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109347373607510227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109347373607510227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109347373607510227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109347373607510227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/08/hump-day-quote-it-is-not-brains-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109339278055469232</id><published>2004-08-24T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:13:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two down one to go...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109339278055469232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109339278055469232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109339278055469232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109339278055469232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/08/two-down-one-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109329055132222934</id><published>2004-08-23T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T13:45:47.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm... Can/is emotional immaturity (be) the same as commitment phobia?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109287499284712610</id><published>2004-08-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T21:55:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>United Under God I was out having a jolly good time down in the SouthBay one Thursday night when I received The Phone Call. I had just buckled my seat belt when the usually pleasant chime of my cell phone knelled dolefully. After a night decorated with smiles and giggles, the bad news came. Dad called to tell me PoPo took a hard fall on the stairs and the wind was knocked out of her. With blood</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109287499284712610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109287499284712610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109287499284712610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109287499284712610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/08/united-under-god-i-was-out-having-jolly.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109294027188065595</id><published>2004-08-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T15:09:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Totally Bummed Out I was all excited yesterday when i found a roundtrip ticket fr SFO to STL for just 165 buckaroos... emailed my buddy out there to double check that the flight schedule would work... my inbox was empty until this morning... when the email finally came back to give me the go, i went back online to book the flight... to my dismay, the ticket price rose to 223 overnight! argh! i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109294027188065595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109294027188065595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109294027188065595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109294027188065595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/08/totally-bummed-out-i-was-all-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-109151255097705234</id><published>2004-08-02T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:55:50.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Street Fighter II Just the other day I challenged DShih to an arcade game of Street Fighter II... Most times I don't just talk the talk without backing it up... but this time i was throwing myself into shame... or so i thought.  haha.  I guess growing up w/ an older brother and a big cousin helps when it comes to arcade/video games.  I took DShih out w/ me using Ken and him w/ Ryu... upper-cut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/109151255097705234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=109151255097705234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109151255097705234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/109151255097705234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/08/street-fighter-ii-just-other-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108999691341205117</id><published>2004-07-16T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T09:57:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakfast   Recently, I started on a health kick... eating healthily, staying active, sleeping more, and most importantly, eating breakfast.  i don't think i have eaten breakfast on a regular basis since middle school.  and even back then, i did not like eating breakfast... it's not that i don't like breakfast food b/c i actually love eggs, orange juice, english muffins, and oatmeal... but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108999691341205117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108999691341205117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108999691341205117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108999691341205117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/07/breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108916032303479698</id><published>2004-07-06T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:32:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> FOOD! I was just thinking about some of my favorite foods... here it goes:-Goldfish... original flavor-GummyBears... the clear ones that are pineapple flavored-BBQ Ribs... Dad's recipe!-Bok Choy, Chinese Broccoli, and most Chinese veggies!-ShangHai Dumplings-PepperJackCheese-Dark Chocolate... i have very good self-control though!-French Onion Soup-Green Apples... i like most fruits, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108916032303479698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108916032303479698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108916032303479698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108916032303479698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/07/food-i-was-just-thinking-about-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108872724960191934</id><published>2004-07-01T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T09:13:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the Real WorldI just told a coworker that he is the worst person I know.  I don't know if that was such a good thing to say.  He took it as a compliment, so of course that got me even more fired up.  I guess in the real world the way people joke is by making condescending comments, which is not the same as friendly banter.  He made some comments that stabbed at my ego... I probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108872724960191934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108872724960191934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108872724960191934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108872724960191934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/07/welcome-to-real-world-i-just-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108671189407248049</id><published>2004-06-08T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T09:26:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> June, baby!  June is my favorite month of the year... not only because it is the month of my birthday... it always marked the beginning of breaking up the regularity of the school year... and now that i am temporarily out of school, it still brings some sort of refreshing energy... the start of summer... the more consistent blue skies... the long days of daylight... the craziness of birthdays,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108671189407248049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108671189407248049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108671189407248049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108671189407248049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/06/june-baby-june-is-my-favorite-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108568296377905076</id><published>2004-05-27T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:36:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> To HIM be the glory! Can I get an AMEN?!! Hey y'all, I am writing y'all to share with you some exciting news... YES!  After a year of dragging my feet and beingdistracted, I finally got my act together to go take theSeries 7 test yesterday... and by the Lord's grace, Ipassed!  While taking the test, I got a little bored andrestless, but all that matters is that i am done now!  Letus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108568296377905076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108568296377905076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108568296377905076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108568296377905076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-him-be-glory-can-i-get-amen-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108509722055807987</id><published>2004-05-20T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T16:53:40.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Checking Out I always seem to get these wonderful ideas for blog entries when I am half awake in the mornings... I formulate beautiful sentences and come up with incredible expressions... but of course I forget it all by the time I am fully awake... and the only thing I am left with is remembering I had some brilliant idea that really does not exist.For now, since I have nothing of wit to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108509722055807987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108509722055807987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108509722055807987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108509722055807987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/05/checking-out-i-always-seem-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108455490838699164</id><published>2004-05-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T10:15:08.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am tired, very tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108455490838699164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108455490838699164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108455490838699164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108455490838699164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-tired-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108423710552696542</id><published>2004-05-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:58:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Cheating The System Hiding assets to qualify for government subsidy is highly illegal, and yet people have no shame in doing it.  When people enlist my help to work the system, I lose respect in him.  In my line of work, people have approached me and tried to pick my brain to "help them out".  Yeah right!  That is just not cool.  Besides the fear of babyboomers eating up all of Social Security</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108423710552696542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108423710552696542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108423710552696542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108423710552696542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/05/cheating-system-hiding-assets-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108421447627042387</id><published>2004-05-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T11:53:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Outdoor Ed I found one of my fifth grade girls crying her eyes out yesterday when she was supposed to be w/ the rest of the rugrats on stage singing "Mommy loves me this I know" and "Who is on the mom's side?"  At first, I thought perhaps she had stage fright or was sensitive to the clique-e-ness of the other girls... only to find out later that those tears were derived from anxiety driven by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108421447627042387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108421447627042387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108421447627042387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108421447627042387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/05/outdoor-ed-i-found-one-of-my-fifth.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108395772698435810</id><published>2004-05-07T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T12:28:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Great Expectations An excerpt from the article Great Expectations by Polly Shulman, a freelance writer in NYC:“Marriage is not supposed to make you happy. It is supposed to make you married,” says Pittman. “When you are all the way in your marriage, you are free to do useful things, become a better person.” A committed relationship allows you to drop pretenses and seductions, expose your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108395772698435810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108395772698435810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108395772698435810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108395772698435810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/05/great-expectations-excerpt-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108300350079239446</id><published>2004-04-26T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T12:03:50.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Email Blackout When email came about and caught on with the general public about 10 years ago, relationships as we knew it in the old school days were redefined and reshaped.  Prior to the popularity of the internet, relationships were mainly built upon face to face interactions and written correspondence via snail mail, and eventually on gabbing over the phone.  With email as a new function </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108300350079239446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108300350079239446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108300350079239446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108300350079239446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/04/email-blackout-when-email-came-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108276635819182736</id><published>2004-04-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:31:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hoverboard I was just reading an article about Hovercrafts... an expensive and impractical high speed toy... traveling up to 60mph on water or dry land.  So I let myself reminisce back to Back To the Future II... I used to dream of having a Hoverboard... zipping around town and dodging traffic... haha.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108276635819182736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108276635819182736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108276635819182736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108276635819182736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoverboard-i-was-just-reading-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108256746174685547</id><published>2004-04-21T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:58:39.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> James Learning from the book of James this month... considering how in this book from the New Testament the emphasis on proving one's faith (1:3, 1:12) appears contradictory to other teachings in the Bible and why even people like the great Martin Luther at one point considered the book useless.What I have learned so far... this book is written by James the Just, the oldest child of Joseph </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108256746174685547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108256746174685547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108256746174685547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108256746174685547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/04/james-learning-from-book-of-james-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108189574588261250</id><published>2004-04-13T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T15:39:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In You You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in You.  My soul yearns for You in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for You.  Lord, You establish peace for us; all that we have accomplished You have done for us.  Isaiah 26:3,9,12</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108189574588261250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108189574588261250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108189574588261250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108189574588261250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/04/in-you-you-will-keep-in-perfect-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108118211896392025</id><published>2004-04-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T09:25:44.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> If You Build It, They Will Come... Yes, today is the first day of Baseball Season!  And we all know that life is always just a little bit better during baseball season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108118211896392025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108118211896392025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108118211896392025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108118211896392025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/04/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108086275191353230</id><published>2004-04-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:42:45.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Jade Plant A client brought me a plant today just to say 'thank you' and show her appreciation.  This gesture was unnecessary since my help to her is all part of my job, nothing out of the ordinary or out of my way really.  Nonetheless, she appreciated my time and research and assistance.  Whenever I appreciate someone for his time or her support or his idea or her smile, I try to let him or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108086275191353230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108086275191353230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108086275191353230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108086275191353230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/04/jade-plant-client-brought-me-plant.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108025502392921874</id><published>2004-03-28T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:39:13.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> GOSSIP I never fully understood the intrigue, the negativity, the brokenness, the selfishness, and the lack of grace that goes along with GOSSIP until I started working.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108025502392921874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108025502392921874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108025502392921874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108025502392921874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/gossip-i-never-fully-understood.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108033770306802646</id><published>2004-03-26T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:53:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Designer Children The Case Against Perfection by Michael J. SandelSandel writes on the issues of genetic engineering and the unconstructive effects it may have on our society.  This article is a good read, thought-provoking and well-argued.  If you would like to borrow my copy of The Atlantic Monthly, you know where to find me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108033770306802646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108033770306802646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108033770306802646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108033770306802646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/designer-children-case-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-108015719817708469</id><published>2004-03-24T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T11:57:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAF OFTNAfter a bad day of work and a non-informative group meeting, she scurried out of the office, only to step into an unembracing gust of wind.  As she fought this invisible force to walk up the San Francisco hills, she let out a wimpish cry, for her calves throbbed and her biceps ached from a two-day old work-out.  Following her cry, thoughts of denying her age entered for but a moment, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/108015719817708469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=108015719817708469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108015719817708469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/108015719817708469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/laf-oftn-after-bad-day-of-work-and-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107937818309607038</id><published>2004-03-15T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T12:03:16.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHIRLWIND A buddy in Seattle, Jesper,had asked me for my snail mail address last week... and so I was expecting a box of flaming poop, given our constant friendly banter-like friendship.  To my disappointment, he chickened out on the flaming poop and sent me a wedding invitation.  For the past few months I thought this girlfriend person who soon became his fiance was not only fictitious but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107937818309607038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107937818309607038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107937818309607038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107937818309607038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/whirlwind-buddy-in-seattle-jesperhad.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107904589428817244</id><published>2004-03-11T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T15:01:19.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SPECIAL!My friends love me!  Thanks y'all.(more about  last night later...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107904589428817244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107904589428817244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107904589428817244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107904589428817244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-special-my-friends-love-me-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107872528260951834</id><published>2004-03-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:57:43.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Job Searching... So weather like this past wkend is what makes me think I am at the wrong job... seriously, if I could do anything in the world and not worry about financial responsibilities, I would play tennis everyday... okay, maybe I could open a tennis school and get a little cash flow teaching rich munchkins tennis... but yeah, friday i was sitting inside at my desk staring out at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107872528260951834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107872528260951834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107872528260951834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107872528260951834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/job-searching.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107792397638297498</id><published>2004-03-01T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:07:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Big Fat...You have:  My Big Fat Greek Wedding...... My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance... (&lt;-- check out that website, it's hilarious!)I have:My Big (Fat) Blue Whale  (&lt;-- just think eight years older and none of the fancy schmancy leather interior, navigator system...)So I was thinking today... when and if I ever have kids, I am not going to have that thrill of being the "soccer mom" in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107792397638297498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107792397638297498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107792397638297498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107792397638297498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-big-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107792162832188658</id><published>2004-02-27T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T14:50:35.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Is This World Coming To? "every single great civilization in the world has fallen within one generation of a sexual revolution"... could this be happening to the U. S. of A?What is this world coming to?-Barbie leaves Ken for Aussie Boy-Child Sex Abuse amongst Catholic Priest-More Scandals in the Market-On News fr South Korea re Embryo Cloning and Breaking News on Embryo Cloning-How</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107792162832188658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107792162832188658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107792162832188658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107792162832188658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-is-this-world-coming-to-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107773297862501967</id><published>2004-02-25T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T10:19:04.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> PASSION (courtesy of Danny)Some notables in the four Gospels... 1.  after the crucifixion, Matthew reports that the some dead people arose and came out of their graves -- Matt 27:52, 532.  Pilate's wife makes her only appearance in Matthew 27:193.  there's an obscure naked young man wearing only a linen sheet in Mark 14:51-52 (I know, I did a double take here, I must have missed this in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107773297862501967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107773297862501967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107773297862501967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107773297862501967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/02/passion-courtesy-of-danny-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107708558986242516</id><published>2004-02-17T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:29:06.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You Never Know What to Expect on Airplanes... The first leg of my travels home from my visit with JV in Virginia was on a jet carrying no more than 40 passengers.  Steve, the lone flight attendant, attempted to crack jokes as the plane departed the gate 45 minutes behind the scheduled departure time.  The jokes did not do it for me - the delay already got me irritated, and I feared missing my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107708558986242516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107708558986242516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107708558986242516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107708558986242516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-never-know-what-to-expect-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107678678983933622</id><published>2004-02-14T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T11:29:01.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Just My Scattered Thoughts... Is there a word, perhaps _____phobia, for fear of seagulls and pigeons?The other work day I grabbed a take out lunch and headed for the pier... the sun gladly shared its warmth with me as I contently sat on a lonely bench by the water.  The feeling inside was one like that of a young innocent child receiving a chocolate chip cookie straight out of the oven... I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107678678983933622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107678678983933622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107678678983933622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107678678983933622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/02/just-my-scattered-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107637641565566395</id><published>2004-02-09T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:29:20.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shared the story I blogged about in my last entry w/ Brent and Mead last week when i was over at their place for dinner... they reminded me that though i may have slipped up, my boss at least can see that Christians are not perfect... that as a Christian i have faults and make plenty of mistakes as well.  that was comforting. JURASSIC 5 and DE LA ROCA! been a long time since i let myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107637641565566395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107637641565566395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107637641565566395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107637641565566395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/02/shared-story-i-blogged-about-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107553045593304804</id><published>2004-01-30T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:32:33.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> They are watching YOU When I stepped into what you would call "the real world" over a year ago, I turned to my left and I turned to my right, and then I thought to myself: "This is not that bad.  Living Christ-like at work is not so difficult."  I conciously thought about how I carried myself, how I spoke, how I interacted with co-workers, and how the Lord would either be disappointed in or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107553045593304804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107553045593304804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107553045593304804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107553045593304804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/they-are-watching-you-when-i-stepped.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107541846334176789</id><published>2004-01-29T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T15:23:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Chasing the Great Paradise The following verse just about sums it up for me:"Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which soeasily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance therace that is set before us, looking unto JESUS, theauthor and finisher of our faith."  Hebrews 12:1-2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107541846334176789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107541846334176789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107541846334176789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107541846334176789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/chasing-great-paradise-following-verse.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107532827297153636</id><published>2004-01-28T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:20:02.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Patriots v. Panthers Is the SportsIllustrated jinx really real?  Will one of the teams watch the supebowl slip away just because  SportsIllustrated fated them from a chance of victory by featuring them on the front cover?Personally, I would have liked to see the Titans here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107532827297153636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107532827297153636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107532827297153636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107532827297153636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/patriots-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107527031968592751</id><published>2004-01-27T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:30:54.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Coming Up I am looking forward to:*The Passion for The Christ (Feb.25)    more info*a journey to Vietnam in Four Souls*digging into Genesis*roadtrip/short vacation President's Day wkend*Dine About Town w/ the high school buds this Saturday*some more good tennis*Casting Stones by Rita Brock*sunnier days and days i can still enjoy the warmth of the sun after work</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107527031968592751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107527031968592751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107527031968592751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107527031968592751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/coming-up-i-am-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107482267165854068</id><published>2004-01-22T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:29:15.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What is Life Reflections of Trey Sklar in Four Souls after a few days with a Guatemalan familia:"The way Salomón and Mery's family functions seems to be totally unique.  They do not hold on to what is theirs in the way that most people do.  They hold their possessions loosely, as if they had just been entrusted to them temporarily.  They do not insist on what is due them, even in regard to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107482267165854068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107482267165854068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107482267165854068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107482267165854068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-is-life-reflections-of-trey-sklar.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107006378988583052</id><published>2004-01-16T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T11:10:18.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What a Guy Wants... What a Guy Needs... Recently a dude, yes, one from Seattle, challenged me to draft a piece on what I think a guy looks for in a girl.  I'm not so sure I am qualified to accept such a task, but here goes nothing more than opening up a can of worms or even worse... inviting for some harsh schooling...No doubt, the animal side of man desires for a luscious woman with a body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107006378988583052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107006378988583052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107006378988583052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107006378988583052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-guy-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107363076758951920</id><published>2004-01-08T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:47:50.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Quotable Quotes "Do what you will wish you had done when you are old.  It goes beyond just the doing or not doing, though.  If you decide in favor of doing and it turns out to be good, do a lot of it.  You never know how short the supply might be.  Some things in life are just so sweet- and sweet is not really strong enough- I mean, so soothing and delicious that sometimes the memory of them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107363076758951920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107363076758951920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107363076758951920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107363076758951920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/quotable-quotes-do-what-you-will-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958954.post-107351537224251739</id><published>2004-01-07T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T14:44:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Vocabulario bling blingcrunkicecheddaryojanky</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/feeds/107351537224251739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958954&amp;postID=107351537224251739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107351537224251739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958954/posts/default/107351537224251739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui502.blogspot.com/2004/01/vocabulario-bling-bling-crunk-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
