<?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-1120997290313712994</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:52:35.211-06:00</updated><category term='comedy'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='politics'/><category term='misc children'/><category term='biden'/><category term='health and beauty'/><category term='hair'/><category term='misc'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='obama'/><category term='sex'/><category term='mccain'/><category term='food'/><category term='craig ferguson'/><category term='family'/><category term='lips'/><category term='cosmetics'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='questions'/><category term='palin'/><category term='peeves'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Just a Little Bit...</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever randomness I feel like spewing out for you to read whenever and whyever I see fit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8029624313562772686</id><published>2009-06-03T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:59:34.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut-up and Drive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think we have everything ready to go. Planning to leave early in the morning on Friday and drive through to Destin that day. It's like 13hrs...yeesh! Motels are booked (at an avg. of $55/night!), bags are nearly packed, pets are taken care of, sunburns already out of the way...yeah, that about does it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343237240733633026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/Sib99fSRCgI/AAAAAAAAANo/6agccW0Wqqs/s400/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From 8:30 until 3:30 o Saturday, we sttod in the sun and watched our county firemen compete against eachother at their annual picnic. By the end of the day eveyone was purple with sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only request from you is that you pray it doesn't rain too much while we're there...cuz..it's supposed to. Everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount of money we've spent preparing for this trip is pretty unreal, I'm sure. I haven't added anything up, mostly because I don't want to know. It's better this way. We can go on our trip, worry free, then come home and go over everything and ...well, we'll need a vacation just to get over it! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll try to go ahead and post a few pics while we're away. All our motels claim to have high-speed internet in the rooms. We are crossing our fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll also post some restaurant/food comments as we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8029624313562772686?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8029624313562772686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8029624313562772686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8029624313562772686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8029624313562772686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up-and-drive.html' title='Shut-up and Drive!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/Sib99fSRCgI/AAAAAAAAANo/6agccW0Wqqs/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-6438672186408429008</id><published>2009-05-12T15:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:04:39.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy? Me? ...He started it first!</title><content type='html'>So...about a week ago, Kendle and I had fun taking pics...crazy, I know, but I thought I should share a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SgnjtKZ9qMI/AAAAAAAAANg/aCf-xH_txLg/s1600-h/102_5173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335045598623934658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SgnjtKZ9qMI/AAAAAAAAANg/aCf-xH_txLg/s400/102_5173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SgnjszWadQI/AAAAAAAAANY/YpkaJGUrn2s/s1600-h/102_5248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335045592435029250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SgnjszWadQI/AAAAAAAAANY/YpkaJGUrn2s/s400/102_5248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/Sgnjsv7TIhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CCkI3FEkqUY/s1600-h/102_5266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335045591515996690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/Sgnjsv7TIhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CCkI3FEkqUY/s400/102_5266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had more fun that you might think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-6438672186408429008?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6438672186408429008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=6438672186408429008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6438672186408429008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6438672186408429008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-me-he-started-it-first.html' title='Crazy? Me? ...He started it first!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SgnjtKZ9qMI/AAAAAAAAANg/aCf-xH_txLg/s72-c/102_5173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-5247099017164264024</id><published>2009-05-11T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:35:23.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters!</title><content type='html'>I love my sisters. Seriously. I got to thinking about that today after I realized that some people only quarrell with their siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That' off my chest now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the secret's out...I have lost 22 lbs since October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-5247099017164264024?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5247099017164264024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=5247099017164264024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5247099017164264024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5247099017164264024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/05/sisters.html' title='Sisters!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-749563035295111806</id><published>2009-04-15T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:31:16.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Atoka,+OK&amp;amp;daddr=MS-49%2FUS-49+to:Pensacola,+FL+to:Destin,+FL+to:Jacksonville,+FL+to:Savannah,+GA+to:34.125448,-94.130859+to:Atoka,+OK+74525&amp;amp;geocode=%3BFcrE4gEdumCp-g%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;mra=dme&amp;amp;mrcr=4&amp;amp;mrsp=6&amp;amp;sz=6&amp;amp;via=1,6&amp;amp;sll=33.008663,-91.07666&amp;amp;sspn=8.599372,14.0625&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=33.596319,-88.747559&amp;amp;spn=8.599372,14.0625&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;saddr=Atoka,+OK&amp;amp;daddr=MS-49%2FUS-49+to:Pensacola,+FL+to:Destin,+FL+to:Jacksonville,+FL+to:Savannah,+GA+to:34.125448,-94.130859+to:Atoka,+OK+74525&amp;amp;geocode=%3BFcrE4gEdumCp-g%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;mra=dme&amp;amp;mrcr=4&amp;amp;mrsp=6&amp;amp;sz=6&amp;amp;via=1,6&amp;amp;sll=33.008663,-91.07666&amp;amp;sspn=8.599372,14.0625&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=33.596319,-88.747559&amp;amp;spn=8.599372,14.0625" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Florida Vacation 2009&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-749563035295111806?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/749563035295111806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=749563035295111806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/749563035295111806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/749563035295111806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/04/view-florida-vacation-2009-in-larger.html' title=''/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7164817998983844613</id><published>2009-03-30T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:21:30.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>below 160...</title><content type='html'>So, over the past month I have tipped the scales at around 163-165. There have been a few days where I have weighed really early in the morning and hit as low as 159, but it doesn't last all day. One evening last week, (see my last post for all the exercise I did) I weighed in at 159. That should have had me jumping for joy, but I thought it would surely be back. Nope. I'm down to 158 yesterday, and I haven't even been eating responsibly for the past three days. That's all changing today. It's back to flounder(yum!), chicken, steamed veggies, and other varieties of healthy, yummy food.. No more chili, cake and icecream, or soda. (I only had one sprite all weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the weekend...Kendle was gone with the youth boys on friday night and all day saturday. Friday night was pretty cold, so I just snagged my blankets, comforter and all, off of the bed and curled up on the couch. Saturday morning, I had a funeral to go to. It was one of mine and Emily's friends from high-school...she was in Emily's grade and exactly the same age...even shared a birthday. (I'm sorry I didn't call you when I woke up that morn, Em. Wish you had been there.)&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, I rode up to Holdenville (in the snow!) with my in-laws for Braden's birthday party. It seemed really ironic....attending a funeral and a birthday party in one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-7164817998983844613?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7164817998983844613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=7164817998983844613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7164817998983844613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7164817998983844613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/03/below-160.html' title='below 160...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3730443637830665651</id><published>2009-03-24T10:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:02:17.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>I had a good spring break. I was able to get outside of my normal routine, which was boring, monotonous, and unhealthy. Now, I have already been trying to buy healthier foods, as most of you know. That helps, but you have to get there first, I'm still not there, but am working towards it quickly. We have added a lot of fish to our diet and have also begun to eat fresh or frozen vegetables more often than canned. Our portion sizes have decreased considerably over the past few months as have our $$ spent eating out. The much lesser, but still measurable decrease has been waist size. I am into a size smaller jeans than on January 1. I'm not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the battle is exercise and healthy activity levels throughout the day. This is where we fail most. As I stated before, this week was unusual. On St. Patty's day, I went out to Seth and Kim's on a whim [they weren't there=.( ] and rode 4wheelers for 3-4 hours with Roxy, Tommy and Drew. I was so sore. I was also bruised on my face(still am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between that and watching Ta'lea and Sydney the next day, I got quite a workout. Thursday, Friday and Saturday I stayed active enough, but didn't put out any real effort to go do anything. Saturday afternoon, Ashley came down. Us girls decided to got to Leslies and walk. We walked 2 miles, the first of which we walked 1min, ran 1min. It was so hard. Finally I had to beg out on her and we walked the rest of the way. About two hours later, we wound up playing tennis and did so again the following night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3730443637830665651?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3730443637830665651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3730443637830665651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3730443637830665651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3730443637830665651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8564297587957003166</id><published>2009-03-16T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:47:07.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is spring break. It feels more like spring ache. Srsly. I am hurting. Saturday, Kendle and I went and walked his dad's horses for about an hour. They are pretty eventempered, except after a few minutes, Dollar started trying to lead &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; around instead of the other way around. i coudn't be having that, so each time he started tugging, I'd have to stop, get a really short range on his rope, and start walking again. I guess he just wanted to go a little faster. He really wanted to trott a bit. He lifted his feet as high as they would go. If we were going too slow, he would lean over and snort at me or try to bite my hand. Eventually, he won. We walked as fast as I possibly could without running, though I felt that I almost was. I lost 10 lbs that day. Not really, but I should have.&lt;br /&gt;After the horses were back in their pen, brushed and happy, we helped Papa Nanney air up a tire on his stock trailer. Kendle likes to go a little crazy on the 4wheeler and tried to break my back taking off on our way back to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went out and gave the cows a bale of hay(= more 4wheeler-riding for me).&lt;br /&gt;Soon after all of this was done, we got a call to see if I would clean a house. X-hours later, we were done, exhauted, and we headed home. It was really an abnormal day for both of us, which was really refreshing. Anyhow, now I'm paying the price for my activities. I'm still not sure why the back of my leg feels so strained, but it's getting a little better this afternoon. Probably pulling that horse everywhichway coupled with the crazy fourwheeler rides. It was all fun at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8564297587957003166?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8564297587957003166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8564297587957003166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8564297587957003166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8564297587957003166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week-is-spring-brek.html' title=''/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7888677639579419925</id><published>2009-02-09T10:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:54:26.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SZBf3w6_X5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/VMzLrdyFXcQ/s1600-h/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300842173044842386" style="FLOAT: left; 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The rotten thing is that I've only 5 minutes left before I must scurry off campus to do other things! Yippee! There goes 2 minutes of your time; I was celebrating. I paid for last semester today...yikes! $1,252.00.&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, I am loving college. I still need a job, though.&lt;br /&gt;So what's new in life? Well...and, um...I guess that's all. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret and, no, I'm not pregnant. I'm not telling anyone what it is. There are people who know, (Cilla's not one of them) but they don't know it's a secret so don't bother running around asking what my secret is. I'll tell you all in a few months. &lt;em&gt;Months?! &lt;/em&gt;Yes. I'm that mean. And put your fangs away. They don't suit you in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8072399569307717344?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8072399569307717344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8072399569307717344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8072399569307717344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8072399569307717344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-im-back.html' title='And, I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8671107416464158143</id><published>2008-12-08T09:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:36:37.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Fever</title><content type='html'>I bought a package of chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;breasteses&lt;/span&gt; the other day and, since then, we've had chicken most every night. Now, as some of you know, I'm not usually a huge fan of chicken. Particularly fried chicken. There is only so much I can handle before I'm ready for a steak, you know? But this chicken breast stuff is growing on me. I like it. maybe it's because I chop it up into smaller pieces and I'm not having to eat this huge chunk of chicken after every bite of whatever else I'm having. Whatever the case, I'm liking it and so is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kendle&lt;/span&gt;. So, it started with fried rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Fried Rice for Two&lt;br /&gt;1Chicken Breast&lt;br /&gt;cooked rice&lt;br /&gt;veggies*&lt;br /&gt;1egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; or soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;So, I just cook the rice(1cup uncooked = 3cups cooked) and the chicken. Remove chicken from pan. Put rice in frying pan on med-low heat. Add veggies then egg, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; sauce. Meanwhile, chop chicken into med-small pieces and then add to rice mixture.&lt;br /&gt;*I actually picked a few carrots, peas, and corn from a can of veg-all and diced the carrots a little. I put the remaining veg-all in a bowl for use the next day in (what I planned to be) a pot pie. Turned our that I made chicken and dumplings instead. So easy and so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah's Dumplings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1can cream of mushroom soup*&lt;br /&gt;1can cream of chicken soup*&lt;br /&gt;1Chicken breast, cooked, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1Can Veg-all&lt;br /&gt;1Can corn&lt;br /&gt;Milk to right thickness**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dumplings&lt;/em&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;1cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bisquick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;pepper(opt.)&lt;br /&gt;parsley(opt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* feel free to use both mushroom or both chicken soup...it all tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;**Maybe 1 1/2 cups? I don't measure it. Just remember that the soup will thicken even more after you put dumplings in it.&lt;br /&gt;***I make a double batch of this for extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dumplingness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring soup to a boil, stirring often. Reduce heat and immediately drop dumplings on top of soup with a teaspoon. (you'll want the blobs to be 1-1 1/2 inches in diameter....they grow) Do not just stir them in(esp in first 5 minutes), but make sure you don't scorch the bottom of the pan either. Cook on low for 10-12 minutes. Serve. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;note: these are original recipes. I did not get them out of books or on-line. I also made up the names all on my own. Thank you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...This is it...I'm in finals week and I am ready for the break!&lt;br /&gt;*happy dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8671107416464158143?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8671107416464158143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8671107416464158143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8671107416464158143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8671107416464158143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicken-fever.html' title='Chicken Fever'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3621607054374030328</id><published>2008-12-03T10:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:46:14.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 More days...</title><content type='html'>Until the finals officially begin! Aaaak! For some of us, they began Monday of this week with one big, whopping Chemistry test. Really, it shouldn't be all that hard. The only one I'm thinking about at all the American Government test. The rest should be really low-stress. My computer class is simply going to be our final unit exam, just like the rest of all the tests we've taken throughout the semester. My Chemistry test is a comprehensive, take-home test. Crazy, right? Ok...and I found out today that my psychology final is not going to be what we were originally told it would be. It will be 85 questions pulled from all of our tests throughout the semester (she told us this a few weeks back) and we &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; going to get our previous tests back today to study. We got to class only to discover that she would &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be returning our tests to us as a study guide. Instead she has decided to allow us to &lt;em&gt;use our books&lt;/em&gt; on the exam!&lt;br /&gt;   So have any of you seen&lt;em&gt; "Saving Sarah Cain"&lt;/em&gt;? It's a movie based on a book by Beverley Lewis. I got it on my Netflix this week. It was actually a good movie. It's about a girl who's sister was Amish and passed away leaving her as the legal guardian of 5 children. It's very family-appropriate and is also a neat story.&lt;br /&gt;   So...that's my day and a few of the things on my mind this week.&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, I forgot to mention money...whew-eee...Christmas is not good to be in December. Vewy, vewy bad montf to spend ze money...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3621607054374030328?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3621607054374030328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3621607054374030328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3621607054374030328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3621607054374030328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-more-days.html' title='5 More days...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-737778721071441755</id><published>2008-12-01T09:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:09:41.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The turkey runned away!</title><content type='html'>So...this year I didn't cook a turkey. I got in trouble for it, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I think Phil (my father-in-law) was pretty upset about it. Hehehe...I actually knew it would get a reation out of someone, but I didn't expect it to be him. I kinda felt bad, but it's not like I just have a million extra bucks floating around to spend on a turkey that I'm not even gonna be around to munch on. Nor did I have a lot of extra time. As it was I got behind on the pies and showed up late to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pies...ugh! Two of them turned out just fine. They were great, though I say so myself. The third? Horrible! I used a generic brand of pumpkin *cough*&lt;em&gt;bestchoice&lt;/em&gt;*cough* and it was disgusting! So I learned what I already knew, but (apparently) didn't trust: Libby's pumpkin makes the best pie. Pay the extra dollar per can. It's worth it. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-737778721071441755?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/737778721071441755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=737778721071441755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/737778721071441755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/737778721071441755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-runned-away.html' title='The turkey runned away!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-4085802365089179663</id><published>2008-11-24T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:05:10.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turkeys are Coming!</title><content type='html'>Growing up in a large family, there were few things that were sure to happen on a schedule. Plans were made and cancelled time and again. One thing remained true each year: we were going to have a turkey dinner on Thanksgiving and our parents were going to eat at the table with us. It was the most traditional holiday meal you could ask for and it was good down to the last bite of turkey sandwich three days later. We spent at least all day cooking and had the best evening meal of the year knowing through the whole thing that we better think what we were thankful for cause the question would come up in a few minutes and we wanted to have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the first time since I've been married that we actually had a turkey for thanksgiving at the Powell's. Sad, I know. Well...to me it is. They didn't think so, I guess. They've always just had ham with "hen" dressing ("hen" being chicken). I guess Southern traditions are so different from what I grew up with. I kind of like it. It's funny to me, though. And I miss my turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what changed last year? Me. I bought and cooked a turkey. Simple as that. I don't know if I will this year or not. We'll just have to see...and I guess I have today to make that decision if I want it to be thawed in time for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I'll have to be baking a few pumpkin pies and buying, or perhaps making, some good, old-fashioned eggnog. Either how, I'll be going to see the little bean boy very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272280495890306258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SSrnLWHDFNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k6kt625ZwPE/s400/deb-ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-4085802365089179663?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4085802365089179663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=4085802365089179663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4085802365089179663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4085802365089179663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkeys-are-coming.html' title='The Turkeys are Coming!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SSrnLWHDFNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k6kt625ZwPE/s72-c/deb-ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-4968567329492370109</id><published>2008-11-19T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:15:42.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happy Thanksgiving to all~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SSRJQagYGkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CgiWKbd7FE4/s1600-h/thanksgiving_turkey_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270418010272176706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SSRJQagYGkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CgiWKbd7FE4/s400/thanksgiving_turkey_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be sure that even if your turkey is non-traditional, you at least keep the tradition and&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;trukey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-4968567329492370109?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4968567329492370109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=4968567329492370109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4968567329492370109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4968567329492370109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-all.html' title='~Happy Thanksgiving to all~'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SSRJQagYGkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CgiWKbd7FE4/s72-c/thanksgiving_turkey_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7855081471033603080</id><published>2008-11-18T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:27:31.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan!</title><content type='html'>My newest nephew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyhafer.blogspot.com/2008/11/ethan-joseph.html"&gt;http://babyhafer.blogspot.com/2008/11/ethan-joseph.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so beautiful!...Err...handsome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-7855081471033603080?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7855081471033603080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=7855081471033603080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7855081471033603080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7855081471033603080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/ethan.html' title='Ethan!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7064529027144886834</id><published>2008-11-12T10:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:35:05.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.debdprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.debdprecious.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, you ask, is that? Sweet Nothings. My new blog. It's gonna be full of neat ideas for the casa. I think you'll like it. I do... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-7064529027144886834?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7064529027144886834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=7064529027144886834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7064529027144886834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7064529027144886834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it.html' title='I did it.'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7899431178062017953</id><published>2008-11-05T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:34:45.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Drives Us</title><content type='html'>My greatest fear when I started college came true today. No, I haven't failed all of my classes, or jumped off of the Administration Building, nor have I lost my mind. It's much worse. I locked my keys in my car. I called Kendle and he is on his way over here. That is what upsets me the most. He just left work and didn't say anything about it. Of course, he'll probably tease the crap out of me tonight at church in front of as many people as what he can, but that's ok. My knight came to rescue me and that's what matters! I hope he doesn't read this. hahaha ;) Oh, and I think I just realized something. wow. I walked into the bookstore a few minutes ago and asked the little chattering group of workers and students if anyone had a slim-jim. Some shook their head "no" and all of them looked at me a little weird. One of the clerks said, "I get several up here from time to time, but I don't have one right now." I thanked her and left. I've kinda kept that in the back of my mind until this moment. I had been hoping someone would have one in their car, but why would a bookstore clerk "occasionally" have one, much less "some?!"&lt;br /&gt;now I have to laugh, though. They must've all thought that I was talking about slim-jim beef sticks! Oh, I feel so stupid! But, they should feel the same. If I were to go back and tell them again what I was talking about, they'd laugh themselves to scorn. Nobody, obviously in distress, walks into a bookstore and asks hopingly for a BEEF STICK! Well, if you ask them, one strange girl does...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-7899431178062017953?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7899431178062017953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=7899431178062017953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7899431178062017953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7899431178062017953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear-drives-us.html' title='Fear Drives Us'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1051111177831912153</id><published>2008-11-05T09:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:13:57.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To build or what to build, that is the dilema</title><content type='html'>So last night I as Kendle and I were talking about our house [future] plans, I realized that there are so many things I see that I would love to do. They pop up all the time along with a load of "insteads" (instead of using[item, color, shape] we could do ...) and there I am trying to describe what I see, which was a peice of what I saw...ugh...let's just say it's not easy for either of us to communicate what we're imagining. Thus, my plan. I will start collecting images of those things that really catch my eye. Be it a room theme, color, or an item that I would like to one day incorporate into my modern chic design. I'm trying to figure a plan where I can have sort of a collection of both web images on my computer--sidenote...my laptop is broken. The screen won't display anything and I think I need a videocard for it...end sidenote--and some magazine images that I can stuff away in my filing cabinet for when I want to dream. I know it may sound stupid, but somehow, I always know what I want until I need to tell someone, usually Kendle, and I think it would help if we could both see what we're talking about. BTW, feel free to shre anything with me that you think I might like, or that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think is neat. You never know who may wind up searching for their true love in my glorious jumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1051111177831912153?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1051111177831912153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1051111177831912153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1051111177831912153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1051111177831912153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-build-or-what-to-build-that-is.html' title='To build or what to build, that is the dilema'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1753931733624798783</id><published>2008-11-03T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:13:41.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, can we keep 'im?</title><content type='html'>So....is it bad luck if your &lt;strong&gt;black cat&lt;/strong&gt; has her kittens on Halloween night???&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and there are five of them.&lt;br /&gt;I will take pictures and then you can take your pick!&lt;br /&gt;*!~grin~!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1753931733624798783?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1753931733624798783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1753931733624798783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1753931733624798783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1753931733624798783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/11/daddy-can-we-keep-im.html' title='Daddy, can we keep &apos;im?'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8541789009654438817</id><published>2008-10-24T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:41:22.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food, wonderful food!...</title><content type='html'>[the vultures' song on IceAgeII...nevermind...]&lt;br /&gt;There is a point to that, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been COOKING! Like...every dish in my house is dirty, cooking. I plan to remedy that this evening. I just wish we could come up with a vaccination for that, you know? It could be called the ''anti-dirtydishariitis'' vaccine. Once again...nevermind... =)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though...it has been cooking madness at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Everything from Nachos, Chinese somethingimadeup with burger/rice, etc., to Pumpkin Pies and Custards. Oh yes. You heard me. I always knew that I liked baking. I even knew at one point that I liked cooking in general (thus my thoughts to go to culinary school...didn't last, but I thought about it.) but I haven't thought about it for a looong time! Why? Lack of time. Nothing more. We have been so busy, and sometimes we were just busy making ourselves busy, that we grew accustomed to eating out. I got to a point where I didn't &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;miss homemade food. Or at least, I didn't know that I missed it. I guess your tastebuds adjust after a while. Here's the deal, though. They don't. They get &lt;em&gt;used to&lt;/em&gt; bland, restaurant flavors. I discovered that they are easily re-awakened to real, fresh, vibrant flavors. I made some alfredo on Tuesday. I wish I had gotten a picture of it. It was heavenly. I'm not talking I bought a jar of Bertolli Sauce and poured it over my noodles. NO! I'm talking homemade from cream and a touch of milk(I think half-and-half would've worked, too) with parmesian cheese and butter. PERFECT! I need to go buy some chicken and do it again. I've never had better alfredo. And I eat the stuff every chance I get, so I know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I guess I'll get back to my school work now, and maybe I'll start sharing a recipe with you occasionally. I'm a really great cook! =)&lt;br /&gt;toot toot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8541789009654438817?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8541789009654438817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8541789009654438817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8541789009654438817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8541789009654438817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-wonderful-food.html' title='Food, wonderful food!...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-4397838733459912212</id><published>2008-10-09T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:03:25.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chritmas gift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...that keeps on giving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cliche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's FINALLY &lt;em&gt;true!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But don't just take my word for it; see for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255337142355259282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO61SXkAb5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/84asIEDu3ro/s320/Hot+Springs+%2708+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Years of fun for your loved one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255337146659186578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO61SnmJJ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/dV_TufbHGq0/s320/Hot+Springs+%2708+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the best part? It's free!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just leave me a comment with your email or web address...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These precious kitties will be ready just in time for you to make Christmas wishes come true!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[more pictures coming soon]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-4397838733459912212?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4397838733459912212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=4397838733459912212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4397838733459912212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4397838733459912212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/10/chritmas-gift.html' title='The Chritmas gift...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO61SXkAb5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/84asIEDu3ro/s72-c/Hot+Springs+%2708+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3895635353858018717</id><published>2008-10-09T15:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:46:20.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Summer, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO6tvjPSSNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WNMZUQEAPDM/s1600-h/FromK1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up COLD this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255329792448369138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO6umjBpkfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/A_gryYzFiJU/s320/100_4815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8MLyWGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HPgyw5HK08g/s1600-h/100_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255256496994932834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8MLyWGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HPgyw5HK08g/s320/100_4662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It got me to thinking just how much everything has changed! All of the beautiful, hot summer days are waving goodbye and bidding farewell. They're off to Cabo for the winter. =)&lt;br /&gt;With those days go many memories. A few of them were captured by photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8VnfmxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gjU-3CLoQKI/s1600-h/100_4661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255256499527064338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8VnfmxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gjU-3CLoQKI/s320/100_4661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darrell...it's the short game that counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8iVm_aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/owpAQ79uGok/s1600-h/100_4670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255256502941711778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8iVm_aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/owpAQ79uGok/s320/100_4670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cilla..they say you're supposed to swing a club like you would a water hose...and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8-KXs3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qrK_N3hXDiQ/s1600-h/100_4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255256510410765170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8-KXs3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qrK_N3hXDiQ/s320/100_4660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8-t9ccI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1SW140vYWSU/s1600-h/100_4670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255256510560039362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5r8-t9ccI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1SW140vYWSU/s320/100_4670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and the little one in the background is taking lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5l1JzJ92I/AAAAAAAAAFU/h7aHMIJ6r4E/s1600-h/100_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255249779025901410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5l1JzJ92I/AAAAAAAAAFU/h7aHMIJ6r4E/s320/100_4640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hole in one! [maybe, maybe not...it just souds like a good caption]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5l1Fnp6jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1xZY7W5Dyw4/s1600-h/100_4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255249777903921714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5l1Fnp6jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1xZY7W5Dyw4/s320/100_4644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddison...she's such a pro...we're boring her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5l1eu3ozI/AAAAAAAAAFk/U3D1PS2nuJI/s1600-h/100_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255249784645067570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO5l1eu3ozI/AAAAAAAAAFk/U3D1PS2nuJI/s320/100_4650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Man Himself...need I say more...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Summer Days, we'll all miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255312900915399026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO6fPVKXCXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xGUmNWDe0r8/s320/09-10-08la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this has nothing to do with this blog, but I have to throw it out anyhow... I think my cat is a who'...if you know what I mean... I think she's pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del&gt;I could kick her out.&lt;/del&gt; I &lt;em&gt;SHOULD&lt;/em&gt; kick her out!!! But I'm too nice...I do have an idea...but that's for another blog. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3895635353858018717?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3895635353858018717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3895635353858018717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3895635353858018717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3895635353858018717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-summer-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh, Summer, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SO6umjBpkfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/A_gryYzFiJU/s72-c/100_4815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1329671255869742192</id><published>2008-10-03T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:50:15.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sgtandmrshub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; was talking about things that she wished she had a snapshot of and suggested that we share our snapshot memories. I have a few myself, so I'll share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Valerie walk into the office yester-morning with all the chatter sort of drifting in her direction as she passed by, laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faces and voices of my co-workers as we sat together as such for the last time having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes well up with tears, but those buggers don't escape. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is more of a video than a snapshot. Alanna and I were leaving Mazzio's and there was a lady walking her dog through the parking lot. She had one of those retractable leashes and was carrying a plastic bag and trying to control the length of the leash, but wasn't fairing too well. We got in the car and as we started to back out Alanna said, "Well that's a really cute outfit, but that face ruins it." She'd kill me if she knew I'd told you that! We laughed as we started backing up. The woman did look like she could be homeless and was acting sort of weird. Then we noticed what the woman had in her bag. It was a miniature wooden rocking chair with a mirror in the back of it. She stopped a couple of high-school girls on their way out of the store, and we thought she was trying to sell it to them. This made us only laugh harder. I thought we we're in Mexico for a minute. She set the chair, legs sticking out of holes in the sides of the bag, on the curb, handed the dog leash to one of the girls and walked into the store to, we assumed, get her food. The girls looked so stunned and then started laughing, obviously wondering what was going on. Just before we pulled out onto the highway, we saw the woman come back out of the store with a new bag for her chair. All that drama just for a bag. Those couple of moments made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share your "wish I could've captured it" moments with me! I want to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1329671255869742192?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1329671255869742192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1329671255869742192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1329671255869742192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1329671255869742192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/10/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1252602524117193830</id><published>2008-10-02T10:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:43:31.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, for the last time, I walked to the kitchen at work for a moring cup of coffee. It's kind of sad. I discovered yesterday that it's also a little bit...liberating. I won't know that again until next week. Possibly Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just talked to Kendle on the phone. He said that his mom called and that his mom's uncle may have just passed away. We're waiting to hear back from his mom for the final report on that. I really don't like funerals, given a choice. Unfortunately, we don't always have a choice, do we?&lt;br /&gt;[update] The funeral will be a private, graveside ceremony with only the wife and children/gradchildren. Say a prayer for them...today is his grandson's 13th b-day. I don't have to say anything more about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1252602524117193830?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1252602524117193830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1252602524117193830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1252602524117193830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1252602524117193830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-for-last-time-i-walked-to-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-6010205639066418258</id><published>2008-09-25T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:10:25.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintain composure at all costs.</title><content type='html'>And I do. Most times. I also owe you all an apology. I don't want to talk about it. Yes, you deserve to know. That still doesn't make me &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to talk about it. Oh, and to top everything off, I lost my cellphone sometime on Saturday. I was certain that I had it on our way to Sherman, but it's nowhere in the car and I didn't take it in anywhere we went cuz I knew it was dying. Yes, I went ahead and called all of the places, but with no luck. =( It makes everything worse somehow. But, back to the original subject. I've held onto this since Tuesday, not knowing how to say it. &lt;em&gt;I also didn't want to have to say it.&lt;/em&gt; I've only told three people (it's looking as if that problem will soon be resolved...) and Kendle told the church staff in their meeting on Wednesday. Other than that, nobody knows.You see? I'm letting you in on a little secret. I hope you feel special!&lt;br /&gt;I've been "let go" from my job. I &lt;del&gt;like&lt;/del&gt; can handle that term a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; better than "fired" when it's me we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I cried, ok? Not uncontrollably, nor for very long, but I cried. I told myself I wouldn't. I just didn't plan for Denise being the one to tell me. I guess I just had it in my head that it would be different. I had daydreamed of someone else getting flustered and telling me to pack up and go. I knew it wouldn't be legit that way. My little way of escaping reality. Ha. Yes...that works every time, right? So what's the story? I could tell you, but you already know that I don't want to talk about it. Ok, ok! You're hurting my arm.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening Denise dropped by my office and asked if she could talk to me for a minute before I left for the day. I finished up my stuff, shut down my computer, and then made my way to her office. I knew. I really knew. But I pushed that though almost completely aside. Defensive strategy, you know? If you expect the best, you won't be all nervous and you'll take even the worst with more dignity.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't stop the tears. Not when you've invested two years of your life in something that you love. It's a bit of a personal insult to me. I knew I wouldn't be the very last, but I also &lt;del&gt;knew&lt;/del&gt; thought that I'd be somewhere in the middle. But, first? Yes, I understand that I'm going to college and am only here part-time. But if you're looking to cut costs, wouldn't that help you? I know there was more than downsizing going on. It's not needed this soon. I'm not saying that arrogantly, either. I just know a lot about how the hens have been playing since the rooster has been out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know more about all of this as it pans out. I have talked to a few other people about jobs and I know that I'll get the one that God has in store for me. I guess my last day will be sometime between Wednesday and Friday. Like I said, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-6010205639066418258?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6010205639066418258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=6010205639066418258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6010205639066418258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6010205639066418258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/09/maintain-composure-at-all-costs.html' title='Maintain composure at all costs.'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1186943249837832315</id><published>2008-09-25T13:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:29:01.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeves'/><title type='text'>In reply to Nichola's bloggery...which was a reply to elsewho's bloggery...</title><content type='html'>Thank YOU! &lt;em&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/em&gt; Now, go read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peachfarmerswife.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuse-me.html"&gt;http://peachfarmerswife.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuse-me.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so sick of "How's the sex life coming along?" Ok, they never say &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, but I still think that sums it up pretty well. In my personal situation, I got married at, yes, a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; young age. At the time we were "too young to get married," and yet it only took about 4 months for those doom and gloom people to start asking if I had gotten pregnant on my honeymoon. Again, a (this time only slight) paraphrase. Who's logic are they using? If I'm too young to begin building a lifelong relationship/commitment with a man, then how in this world am I ready to raise a child with him? &lt;em&gt;Or at all&lt;/em&gt;, for that matter? If I am incapable of having a relationship, what are the reasons? Is it immaturity? Undeniably, yes. If this is so, then how am I going to raise a child up and teach h(im/er) maturity? It's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; possible. Oh, and yes, I know what comes next. "Well, you can't wait until you're ready. You'll never be ready." Really? Cuz I could argue that, too. For the sake of time, though, I'll stay on subject and simply argue that you're taking what I said completely out of context. I didn't say, "When everything's perfect and when we're mature enough, we'll have children." I don't think that. Not at all. I simply asked why people think that they know what you should do, when you should do it, and even &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt;, if you catch my drift. My point is the same as Nichola's. Mind your own beeswax! Let people make their own lives unique. Your misfortune may make someone else's life heavenly. Likewise, your fortune may be their hell on earth. Oh, and just one more tidbit...I know people who are having trouble getting pregnant. No, I'm not talking about Kendle and I. I saw that look on your face. But here's the deal, pressure from family and friends &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; very hurtful. Imagine every time you get a cold people are teasing you about being pregnant. It happens to me, yes. I laugh it off. But some wish they were and you're hurting their feelings. Lay off a bit. Let people have sex (or not, if they prefer) without you sticking your head around the corner to see what's going on. (see, I didn't say anything mean there, but I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; thought about it.) If I'm being too graphic forgive me. It's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog. Bug off! Feel free to comment. By the time I read your comment my steamy mood will be long gone and I won't tear you to shreads. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1186943249837832315?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1186943249837832315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1186943249837832315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1186943249837832315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1186943249837832315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-reply-to-nicholas-bloggerywhich-was.html' title='In reply to Nichola&apos;s bloggery...which was a reply to elsewho&apos;s bloggery...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3949276956400045983</id><published>2008-09-18T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:14:17.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craig ferguson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biden'/><title type='text'>"...you've got Biden, who's all 'Bideny' there."</title><content type='html'>So...Seth's blog question was answered by a long, long comment from Deborar. When I was ending it, I remembered about this little video that I saw a couple days ago. I thought I'd share it with you. Stick with it even though it's a tad long. It's worth one or two laughs and might spur your pea-brain to think a tad. Yes, I can say that. It's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog for Pete's sakes! Ok. Watch this and let me know what you think.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdRVQ4xwwmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdRVQ4xwwmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feel free to call me crazy only &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; you watch the entire video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3949276956400045983?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3949276956400045983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3949276956400045983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3949276956400045983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3949276956400045983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/09/youve-got-biden-whos-all-bideny-there.html' title='&quot;...you&apos;ve got Biden, who&apos;s all &apos;Bideny&apos; there.&quot;'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-5987782027183573687</id><published>2008-09-18T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:20:49.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school...my favorite subject</title><content type='html'>I took two marvelous tests this week and have another one on Monday. They would all come at the same time. The study guide my Chem teacher gave us on Friday was about 6-8 pages long, so I was pretty nervous about that test until I got to class on Monday and he told us that there were only 26 Questions on the test. I already knew it was multiple choice, but I thought it was going to be more like 50+ questions. I found out yesterday that my unofficial score is 78. That's a little worse than what I expected after taking the test, but I'm not too surprised. He said that there will be a curve, but doesn't know how much yet. I'm praying that it's 14 points. He said that's what it was sort of looking like on Wednesday, but the girls who are good in this class were taking the test that day. He said he may do the curve based on percentage if there are only one or two people who ace the test.&lt;br /&gt;Enough on Chemistry and on to Psychology!&lt;br /&gt;I am very confident that I made a 95+ on that test! Was I worried about that one? Oh, YES! I had four chapters worth of vocabulary to learn. It was about 15 words per chapter and about 5 other questions about different people, etc. I went to my glossary and wrote out every word and studied all day yesterday. I didn't know whether it would be multiple choice or if we had to write definitions out or match words to definitions or what. I guess this caused me to study harder. Turns out, It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; test, but it was multiple choice. I wouldn't be very surprised if I didn't miss any of them. I guess, English is my stronger subject, though. Now that I think about it, I usually do fine on vocabulary tests. It's just that I usually have words a that I'm a little bit familiar with. Some of these were crazy. They were terminology more than just words. I can tell you what gender is, but behaviorism and social theory? I could make a stab at a good guess. Anyhow, I blew through that sucker, re-checked a few questions and determined that I had done my best, turned that baby in and got back to town by 12:50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;! And then I went to Pizza Hut and got one of those delicious Chicken Alfredo Pastas...YUM!&lt;br /&gt;American Government Test on Monday, here I come! (25Questions, multi-choice...meh...not so bad...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-5987782027183573687?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5987782027183573687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=5987782027183573687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5987782027183573687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5987782027183573687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/09/schoolmy-favorite-subject.html' title='school...my favorite subject'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8593102736317775434</id><published>2008-09-04T15:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:37:51.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillac:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as I typed the word in my last blog I was wondering if Cadillacs were named after that ridiculously small, yet oh-so-important part of the exhaust system. Were the two words even spelt the same as one another? Of course they were. What a dumb thought. From now on, I'll have to pay closer attention to my little gut. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, fine, it's not little. not yet, anyhow.- It would do me well to look things up and to research what I say on here. I guess I just see &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SMBVGjWUE6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/glu8pLvL-TQ/s1600-h/Track.Runner+Silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283537315664802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SMBVGjWUE6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/glu8pLvL-TQ/s320/Track.Runner+Silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it as wasting time that should be spent working. It's twisted logic, I know. I use the time I "saved" going back and fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;del&gt;think&lt;/del&gt; &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that i need to be getting up earlier in the mornings and fixing breakfast/exercising/etc. You know how you read all the time on exercise websites and motivational e-mails that "if you really want get/stay motivated, sign up for a race... run a 10 K..." and it seems like something for people in another world, you know? But I just found out that our bank is going to have a "Fall Furry Race" on October 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. They're doing a 10(6.21mi)K and a 5K(3.10mi). I am thinking about running the 10K. I am going to start training next week (or maybe tomorrow) and will make a decision soon. If I think I won't be ready for it in time, I'll go for the 5K. I'll keep you posted. &lt;em&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless Trivia: I used to be afraid of running. I had really bad knee problems for several years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8593102736317775434?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8593102736317775434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8593102736317775434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8593102736317775434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8593102736317775434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/09/cadillac.html' title='Cadillac:'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SMBVGjWUE6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/glu8pLvL-TQ/s72-c/Track.Runner+Silhouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-2734059222560468899</id><published>2008-08-28T10:48:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:06:24.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot has happened since my last spew...</title><content type='html'>We said goodbye to Craigory on Thursday. I miss him. I was fine until I started hearing the normal shuffle in his office (next to mine and basically separated by paneling) this morning and realized that it wasn't Craig, but Bruce. Craig's been my flatmate for about a year, now, so we always talk a little smack when one or the other gets here in the morning. He's always given everyone a hard time. He's the kind of guy who still (at 50yrs old) shoves you into the wall in the hallway as he passes by and laughs like he's in middle-school; anything to herass. (yes, I misspelled that on purpose.) He can pick out your insecurities (usually ones you didn't even realize you had) and turn them into the biggest stinking joke ever.&lt;br /&gt;And still, we all love him. Why? There are plenty of reasons. He's the Wednesday-morning donut guy! You can't hate a guy like that! Enough about Craig or I'll get sad. -er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening was also the blood drive for Clay Ortega (a boy from our church who has been diagnosed with Burkitt's lymphoma) &lt;a href="http://www.saveclay.com/meet-clay-ortega"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little too stressed to give blood. I think I'll give on the 18th when Kendle goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Kendle's truck broke down, also. The breaks seriously had some issues and locked up on him going down the road. It's scary to be driving along and be thrown 45degrees to the left. It's worse when it happens to you and not your wife. No, I'm not upset that he never listened to me, but I'm kind of like, HUH! So you believe me now? heheheee... So, yeah...that's what he did on Friday. He wound up having to replace the entire wheel base. It's crazy, really, but he was able to get some of the parts from a friend who had rolled his truck. I think he'll be finished with it tonight. He needs to fix his &lt;del&gt;cadillac&lt;/del&gt; catalytic converter, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a house full this weekend. Jerry and Emily brought Justin down and stayed Saturday night to go to Pat's b-day party (which didn't really go as I had planned) on Sunday. They went ahead and stayed Sunday night and Jerry and Patrick went fishing yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I stayed up until 1am cleaning house. It's still not all done, but I did a few loads of laundry and cleaned the living/dining rooms and Kendle did dishes. I need to clean my bedroom, wash the stove, and an endless list of other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you can't even put away one thing without opening a cabinet that just has to be straightened up before you can add anything to it. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! I got to talk to Chris and Lenny last night. Yay! It made me happy. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SL10oNlkmiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TwuJy_CoJ9U/s1600-h/2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SL10oNlkmiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TwuJy_CoJ9U/s320/2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241473775519963682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SL10xr043tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Rp0PYRIwne0/s1600-h/MEnLENNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SL10xr043tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Rp0PYRIwne0/s320/MEnLENNY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241473938256092882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it made me sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is amazing today. Just had to throw that in there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-2734059222560468899?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/2734059222560468899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=2734059222560468899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/2734059222560468899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/2734059222560468899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/08/lot-has-happened-since-my-last-spew.html' title='a lot has happened since my last spew...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SL10oNlkmiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TwuJy_CoJ9U/s72-c/2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-6458905098222611190</id><published>2008-08-21T08:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:54:03.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go, "hmmmm..."</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogland. I miss you. But I don't have time for more than a quick update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school on the 15th, so I guess my first week is gone and we're on week #2. So far, all is going well. My teachers are, for the most part, agreeable enough. I'm not having problems learning from any of them, thus far. Mr. Gregoli is probably the hardest simply because he talks in a monotone about things that are above my level of understanding and beyond anything we'll learn in the semester. It's hard to pay attention long enough to dig through what he's saying and see what is relevant, but at the same time, It usually helps me if they bring in the more advanced concepts and examples. It causes me to question and think beyond the here and now. It can also help me to catch something later on that wouldn't have really clicked with me had he not used a particular example. OK, so enough about Chemistry. Wait, one more thing: He skipped class today. Heheehe. I think his dental appt. ran later than he expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else of college...umm...oh, The BCU. I went to Monday-night service this week and met a ton of people. No Joke. It was fun. I'm not really sure what to think yet, though. I got there early and Ronnie (the director)and I talked for a little bit. He said that we're going to be starting a study on John 3:16. I though he was going to be speaking from that scripture. When service time came, he holds up the book by Max Lucado called 3:16 The Numbers of Hope &lt;a href="http://maxlucado.com/316/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and says that we're going to start doing a study on John 3:16. He then holds up a tract that comes with the books and explains that after we complete the training, we'll all be able to lead someone to Christ with the tract. &lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I won't say anything. Like I said, I'm not sure what to think yet.&lt;br /&gt;They did ask me if I wanted to sing with them. I'm willing to do that. I just can't be very committed to it. I've just been put over the youth p/w at the church and Kendle and I are about to start a college care group, so I'm not really sure how much time I'll have for extra stuff and still get all of my studying done. I'll just have to feel it out and see where God leads. It's hard to know how much can be crammed into time and still remain sane in areas of relationships with God and your spouse. Oh, and to where does the time for blogging run away? Things that make you go, "hmmmm..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-6458905098222611190?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6458905098222611190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=6458905098222611190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6458905098222611190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6458905098222611190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go, &quot;hmmmm...&quot;'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-4753282925804306944</id><published>2008-08-13T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:02:59.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Dinner and such *deliciousness*</title><content type='html'>I cooked Lasagna last night. It was very good. I did have one small problem. I cooked waaay too much. I should've posted an invitation to all of you for dinner at my place! It was good, though. But I said that already. I think it could have stood to be a little more saucy and a little less meaty, but it was plenty CHEEZIE! Yes, that's right. Cheese. Mmmmm. If I could find my camera, I'd've taken a picture of it and posted it on here for you to drool over. Oh, and I also made summer/zucchini squash to go with. Just sliced it and added a tad of olive oil and about 1/4 cup water, put the lid on the skillet and let it do its deal. Come to think of it, I cooked it in the same pan that I made my sauce in, so there were a few bonus flavors in that dish. It actually complimented the lasagna really well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-4753282925804306944?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4753282925804306944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=4753282925804306944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4753282925804306944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/4753282925804306944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-dinner-and-such-deliciousness.html' title='Of Dinner and such *deliciousness*'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8974731912617780253</id><published>2008-08-12T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:24:26.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>college endeavors...and then some...2</title><content type='html'>So, school starts on Friday. I went out there this morning and enrolled in all of my classes. I love it there. The campus is the bomb. I just lied (at least I'm honest about that). The people seem really nice, though they aren't into volunteering information. I had to ask a LOT of questions to get what I wanted, but that's ok. I just thought they'd be a little more helpful. I drove around Tish for 30 minutes looking for the campus and then spent another 15 driving around the camups searching for the administration building. I finally saw a grounds-type guy on a golf cart and asked him where it was. He said, "It's right over there." *points to a cluster of 5+ buildings* I gave him gind of a perplexed/are-you-seriously-joking look and he finally said, "go to the bookstore right here where that pavillion is and ask them. They'll tell you." So, I waltz into the bookstore I just lied again...I tried opening the wrong door. The lady at the counter just looked at me so I tried again. Pop quiz: When there are two doors that appear to open from opposite diections, which do you go through?&lt;br /&gt;A: The one you push open.&lt;br /&gt;B: The one you pull open.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the answer is C: The one that's not locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get in the store and ask the lady (who is still thinking that I'm-...we won't go there...) where the registrars office is. She told me that it was "in the administration building right next door(!!! The doofus on the golf-cart could've told me that! We were almost in front of it. Now this lady probably thinks I'm completely-...) First office down the stairs to your left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...once I got there I had to run all around campus getting this and that and seeing this person for enrollment and then in this building is where I get my ID and so forth. Funny thing...I ended my visit with another stop at...the Bookstore. I had to go see the books I needed. Ithink I'll wind up getting all of them for no more than $125. I found two online for $5, one for $15 and two for around $40-$50. I also have a friend who went last semester and said she may have some of the books I need. I'll check with her today, and place my order online in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to the meat of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule will be MWF. 8am - Computer Application (sounds like it'll be easy), 9am -American Fed. Govt. (Just hope I get a good teacher...Karen says he's fair enough), 10am - break, 11am - Chem. (I love science. Doesn't mean I'm always good at it...), 12pm - Intro Psych. (I'm gonna try to diagnose myself! Yes! Oh, wait...) Mondays I'll have a lab from 2-5pm. It's pretty late...I won't be working those days, that's for sure. -Why did I have to have a pervert for a Chem teacher in HS? I would've had much better grades had his momma taught him a lil' bit o' respect fo' da laydeez. Plus, no one told me that a C-D average would affect my college career. I might've played his game and gotten an A if I knew that. *barfs*&lt;br /&gt;FYI-he was a flirty perv, not your typical grab-girl-in-the-hall perv, but still gross...and &lt;em&gt;OLD&lt;/em&gt;. *barfs again*- So there you have it. Oh, and My Blackboard is working, now. I was having problems with it yesterday, but I think they just didn't have my stuff in the computer yet. Who knows. I think I'm gonna like it, though. I need to find out whether my FAFSA is going to pay for me or not. They haven't told me anything. I think I'll wind up having to go to the F-Aid office and turn in my new information for this year. I'll only be working part-time. As in 22-27 hrs per week. That's half my current wages. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I also stopped by the Little Country Store and got some cheese. I also found a HUGE (1 liter) bottle of vanilla! Oh, yes! 7 dollars. I could've bought on for $4 in Mexico a few years back, but this was fine. They got it from Mexico. =) It's really great. Srsly. I'm kinda proud of me. It was a great find. But, I'm good at those, so what am I talking about? Hehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8974731912617780253?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8974731912617780253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8974731912617780253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8974731912617780253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8974731912617780253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/08/college-endeavorsand-then-some2.html' title='college endeavors...and then some...2'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1574416051499321284</id><published>2008-08-06T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:26:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>college endeavors...[edit] and then some...</title><content type='html'>I called the college yesterday to see what else I needed before I enrolled in classes. They said that they had not received a Student Data Form, so I asked where I might find that, and got it filled out. I also asked to see if they had received my ACT scores. She told me that they weren't requesting those from me. *???*! So I told her that I had a copy of my HS transcript and she said that they didn't need that either. I'm a bit confused. I pd. 30 bucks for my ACT scores. That's a bit much for them to say they don't need them now... And I thought they said in the last letter that they needed my HS trans, too. Oh, well...I don't have any experience dealing with colleges, so I don't have any idea what to expect or what I need to be doing while they're waiting on my other stuff. If you know, oh blog-reader, please tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...what else happened yesterday...? Ah! We had wonderful sirloin hamburgers. Yes. I went to see my nephew. Patrick hadn't seen him yet and none of us had gotten to hold him, so we took the evening to go visit our little Justin. He's so big. I realized while I was holding him, though, that I'm used to big babies. I held Tim's little guy when he was a few weeks old and I thought I was going to break him because he was so tiny. In reality, he was a very normal-sized guy, but I've always been around 8.5-9.5ers as a general rule. I do have to wonder how big Cil's baby will be. If you look at the ratio of baby to momma with Emily, Ethan may pop out at a whopping 10.5 lbs! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing...pray for Kendle and I. We have a LOT of changes happening and things being presented. Just pray that we know what ones to go with, what can wait for later, and what needs to be turnned down completely. *song plays in head* ch-ch-ch-changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be overwhelming if I were to stop and think about any of it...I made that mistake a few days ago...haha...we won't be doing that again... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an old photo for your viewing pleasure [prom 2004]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJnQntATbaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hll0jnmoDd4/s1600-h/prom2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJnQntATbaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hll0jnmoDd4/s320/prom2004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441822681886114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1574416051499321284?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1574416051499321284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1574416051499321284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1574416051499321284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1574416051499321284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/08/college-endeavorsedit-and-then-some.html' title='college endeavors...[edit] and then some...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJnQntATbaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hll0jnmoDd4/s72-c/prom2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3138507050305803679</id><published>2008-07-31T15:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:37:26.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset...</title><content type='html'>It rained last night. We really needed it, so I am very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;I was awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;I also happened to be holding a camera.&lt;br /&gt;I know. You're wondering about my photography skills,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll let you know now that you should brace yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIfu8XdJUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/prx_6VoXLGs/s1600-h/sunset07-30-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIfu8XdJUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/prx_6VoXLGs/s320/sunset07-30-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229277008669517122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIf_f8JWtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txLiBB3Fuu0/s1600-h/sunset07-30-08a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIf_f8JWtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txLiBB3Fuu0/s320/sunset07-30-08a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229277293096557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIgJrmd5gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sohvK5I8E0s/s1600-h/sunset07-30-08b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIgJrmd5gI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sohvK5I8E0s/s320/sunset07-30-08b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229277468025546242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I rock.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;Click on the images to see my (ok, God's) awesomeness even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3138507050305803679?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3138507050305803679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3138507050305803679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3138507050305803679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3138507050305803679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunset.html' title='Sunset...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SJIfu8XdJUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/prx_6VoXLGs/s72-c/sunset07-30-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-5085603325331688589</id><published>2008-07-30T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:14:10.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes!</title><content type='html'>Normal Day[week]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - get up&lt;br /&gt;7:45 - go to work&lt;br /&gt;noonish - go eat lunch with co-workers, kendle, or whomever&lt;br /&gt;5 - off work, meet Kendle&lt;br /&gt;6ish - run errands (ie: WalMart, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;7:30ish - ask "are you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;7:45ish - "it's too late to cook and I'd have to go to the store and then..."&lt;br /&gt;so we get home around 8:30-9:00 and ate a late dinner and spent 15-20 bucks. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;And, thus goes each day in my week...more or less...(add friends, church, and &lt;br /&gt;waiting on Pat to get off work to the mix and there is no going home early.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abnormal Day[week]:&lt;br /&gt;I have cooked at home three times this week. &lt;br /&gt;Monday, I got off work and went to the grocery store. $83.89 later, I was home putting a week-and-a-half worth of meals away. (I already have hamburger and some stuff for sides at home [all frozen or canned...and has been there for months...] so that saves a bit...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Tacos on Monday, then went home and had Nachos for lunch yesterday. Last night I cooked Tilapia and rice. I also made deviled eggs. I'm getting to be so domestic... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very hydrated. I know you don't care, but I went pee like....no less than 10-15 times in a two-hour period last night. Yeah, I ate too much watermelon. I cut it up and put it in a bowl to go it the fridge, but only 3-fourths would fit, so I just munched on what was left. And then it was gone. And then I had to pee. Haha. I was watching a movie and had to leave every 5-10 minutes for a potty break. I kind of got annoyed at it and Kendle was really sympathetic. "Well, I guess you shouldn't have drank so much watermelon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, I'm going to bed and feel a little fatigued, so I drink some water. My bladder fills within seconds. I was confused for a split second and then realized that I was definitely NOT dehydrated. I just smile, put the water down immediately, and head for the restroom. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-5085603325331688589?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5085603325331688589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=5085603325331688589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5085603325331688589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5085603325331688589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-9137530597687358147</id><published>2008-07-21T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:08:14.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to say anything else. It's a ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;I will buy the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;I will cry again.&lt;br /&gt;I will make you watch it.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-9137530597687358147?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/9137530597687358147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=9137530597687358147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/9137530597687358147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/9137530597687358147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-8596025388795644406</id><published>2008-07-15T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:00:52.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccQ9GOVhzS8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccQ9GOVhzS8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kendle and Seth made this. Great job guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-8596025388795644406?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8596025388795644406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=8596025388795644406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8596025388795644406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/8596025388795644406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-and-kendle-made-this.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-9220208860582636181</id><published>2008-07-09T16:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:05:11.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and beauty'/><title type='text'>I'm addicted!</title><content type='html'>This is real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blistex.com/lip%20infusion.htm"&gt;http://www.blistex.com/lip%20infusion.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not love, but I am definitely addicted. $1.90 -ish at WalMart.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;I also hear that there is a cherry flavored one. I even saw it. It smells sooo, so good.&lt;br /&gt;It's now on my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Um...I also saw a tube of Aquafina Lip Oil at the dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.happiface.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/aquafina-hydratinglip.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.happiface.com/whats-new/water-for-your-lips/&amp;amp;h=367&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;sz=63&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;sig2=z8BxIYqORKKQ8uVdIS78vw&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=gqVepsqfixycgM:&amp;amp;tbnh=122&amp;amp;tbnw=66&amp;amp;ei=ojF1SLGtBYaWigHuz7SGAQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Daquafina%2Blip%2Boil%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den"&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.happiface.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/aquafina-hydratinglip.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.happiface.com/whats-new/water-for-your-lips/&amp;amp;h=367&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;sz=63&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;sig2=z8BxIYqORKKQ8uVdIS78vw&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=gqVepsqfixycgM:&amp;amp;tbnh=122&amp;amp;tbnw=66&amp;amp;ei=ojF1SLGtBYaWigHuz7SGAQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Daquafina%2Blip%2Boil%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about getting some, but I was there for someone else and didn't feel like digging out my wallet for a dollar on a check card.&lt;br /&gt;.'-\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have lost 5 lbs this last week. They were 5 out of about 8 that I had gained the two weeks before, but they were lbs. nonethe less. And! I am NOT buying more jeans. One of my two pair has a hole beginning to form on the inner thigh. I will not stand for that! I will decrease the size of my thigh and stop the damage! I will then continue to decrease the size of my thigh and buy a new pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;To bed by 10 and up by 6! I must work OUT!&lt;br /&gt;Or in, rather... I will be indoors on my treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;I will also eat breakfast by 7:00 and be ready to leave home by 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been late. Quite a bit, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crud!&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to drive the truck tomorrow. Oh, well... It will simply continue my work out. That clutch likes to goof with my calves and knees. But they need that. I also need water. I got dehydrated last week and got a few charlie horses. Bad ones, too. I still had a bruise yesterday from a horse on Friday morning. I told you it was bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-9220208860582636181?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/9220208860582636181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=9220208860582636181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/9220208860582636181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/9220208860582636181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m addicted!'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3740115707059372956</id><published>2008-07-08T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:03:59.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cilla - here is your e-mail...</title><content type='html'>"So...my job has probably less than a month to go. I probably can't get into school before January, though I haven't had time to try Murray yet. Also, I don't know what the crud I'm gonna do. I'm thinking about Physical Thereapist Assistant. Two-yr program, not too bad. *sigh* To be a PT takes about 3-4 more years than that, I think. But, that would be awesome. I would really love doing that. I thought about it several years ago. Gosh, I got so lazy. I knew I should've gone to college, but I just didn't have anything together for it and I just thought I would be ok. But, I realize now that I'm not satisfied with a job. Simply because it never is a job. It's this one, and then another and another. I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;See? I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I would still like to do hair, but I could make better at something else. I want growing room. I don't think that I should have to wait on my paycheck each week. Not that we do now, but this isn't good enough for the rest of my life. And after I took that test at the VoTech, I realised that I really am getting rusty. I don't want to be lazy-brained. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Woops. I just spilled, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should blog this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3740115707059372956?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3740115707059372956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3740115707059372956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3740115707059372956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3740115707059372956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/cilla-here-is-your-e-mail.html' title='Cilla - here is your e-mail...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3492846308083060703</id><published>2008-07-08T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:37:43.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That is why it is called present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just a random quote I saw today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3492846308083060703?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3492846308083060703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3492846308083060703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3492846308083060703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3492846308083060703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-history-tomorrow-is.html' title=''/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-5383153882825792466</id><published>2008-07-07T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:25:21.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Warning:</title><content type='html'>So, um....my hair is different. I look &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;, if you were wondering. I will have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, I hope. I am loving it. Yay Tori! You are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-5383153882825792466?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5383153882825792466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=5383153882825792466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5383153882825792466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5383153882825792466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning.html' title='Warning:'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3499257257506071625</id><published>2008-07-02T15:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:13:35.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOD:</title><content type='html'>Grr. So...what is all of this mumbling and grumbling about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really don't want to know, but since it's my blog you get what I throw out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty uncertain about which way I'm going in my career. I had it all figured out just a month ago. But everything has changed since then. What are the pros and cons in the hair field? Well, pros are pretty positive: hair always grows, open up your own shop, flexible hours, being a mom wouldn't be that big of a deal when the time comes, good pay, etc. Overall, it's not a bad idea. But...then there's the cons: building a buisness and a name for yourself takes time. And money. Lots of it. If you move, you lose everyone and you have to build up again. And last but not least, I didn't get into the class this year, so what am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;I called today and asked when I might be hearing back about my application and she said that it should be pretty soon and transferred me to another gal. I explained to her who I was and she said, "Yes, but you applied in June." ("but" what? Had I done something wrong...by applying in &lt;em&gt;June&lt;/em&gt;? What the cow?) "Yes, that is correct." "Well, the class was filled in May, so -..." (HOLD UP! Why the &lt;em&gt;CRAP&lt;/em&gt; did you guys not &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; me that in &lt;em&gt;JUNE&lt;/em&gt; when I &lt;em&gt;applied&lt;/em&gt;?!! Am I ticked? Oh! YES!) "Oh. Ok...so I can't get in this fall..." "Well," ( Such a sharp tone. It grates all the way down my spine. She's so...curt.) "we aren't going to know that until classes begin and we find out who all shows up." (So you're tellin' me there's a chance!) "Oh, so there might be a chance-..." "We have a very &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; waiting list..." (So you're telling me there's a -...) "...I'll go ahead and leave your name on it and I would say that you probably won't get in this fall and not January either. If you don't get a call by &lt;em&gt;next April&lt;/em&gt;, you might call and see if your name is still on the list." (Ok. I'm numb, now.) "Ok. Thanks." "Have a good day." *click* (sure will...thanks for ruining it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking the other day (again) about if I should do nursing. But I had hair to look forward to...maybe this is a sign. I'll just have to pray about it. Leave your thoughts. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those...nights...I think church will help. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3499257257506071625?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3499257257506071625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3499257257506071625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3499257257506071625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3499257257506071625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/07/mood.html' title='MOOD:'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-1365154053449584802</id><published>2008-06-30T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:20:21.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unashamedly Oblivious  =)</title><content type='html'>So, the youth group is doing a firework stand for a fundraiser. Obviously, I have been helping run it some. Last night Kendle and I closed up so that Jeremie could go home a little early. I suppose it will be one of the only nights that he does that this week. Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;At some point during the evening, I heard Kendle talking to Jeremie about something or other "...at the youth's firework show on Sunday, we should..." -blahbla...&lt;br /&gt;In my head I'm thinking that &lt;em&gt;this will be cool...boy I didn't even know the youth were having one, but that makes sense...&lt;/em&gt;blahblah&lt;em&gt;...I wonder where they'll have it...oh, well, I'll find out between now and then...ope! there's a customer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I help them and then go chit chat with whoever and Kendle comes up 20 minutes later and says something about the show on Sunday night and, "Oh, by the way, it's gonna be at our house."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the youth at our house? Of course that's fine. But I have to CLEAN!!! Ah! And who knows who all will show up...adults, etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; I had &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; better clean!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went home last night and I....went to bed. Ah. So nice and peaceful. Hey. I was tired, ok? Ok. Oh, and you're all invited. Bring 5-10 bucks if you can and let's have some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-1365154053449584802?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1365154053449584802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=1365154053449584802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1365154053449584802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/1365154053449584802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/unashamedly-oblivious.html' title='Unashamedly Oblivious  =)'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3299587319052841583</id><published>2008-06-27T11:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:37:27.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Looking Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUXihxIEII/AAAAAAAAACY/XdTpgV56XH8/s1600-h/My+Prom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601625325998210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUXihxIEII/AAAAAAAAACY/XdTpgV56XH8/s320/My+Prom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601290424939954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUXPCKfdbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yCgyI1HvYvc/s320/My+Prom3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; reminded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slimmer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you smile at the pun? Or do you cry at the reality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm all about compromise...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fun times... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601925241679938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUXz_CmMEI/AAAAAAAAACg/xTrx5FYJGxI/s320/My+Prom4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUYQ3ep_XI/AAAAAAAAACo/MIfCGiKyUd4/s1600-h/My+Prom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602421428092274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUYQ3ep_XI/AAAAAAAAACo/MIfCGiKyUd4/s320/My+Prom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                     Gosh, we looked like little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602800522544994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUYm7t0R2I/AAAAAAAAACw/61c2iNwg7TU/s320/My+Grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, we were, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, but I digress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, wait. No I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am still perfectly on subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Too bad, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I always like saying that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3299587319052841583?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3299587319052841583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3299587319052841583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3299587319052841583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3299587319052841583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-looking-back.html' title='I Was Looking Back...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SGUXihxIEII/AAAAAAAAACY/XdTpgV56XH8/s72-c/My+Prom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7267742314828642272</id><published>2008-06-24T15:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:04:13.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>It Happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt; happened? Everything. Both good and bad. First of all, I have my COFFEE POT!!! I said I would like a red one, but knew that it would most likely be black. It's RED. Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a delicious cup of coffee made just how I like it and didn't even leave the privacy of my own office. Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question: What makes one betray the trust of another?&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one: Why do people feel the need to ruin other people's lives? Just out of the blue...make a decision to destroy a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-7267742314828642272?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7267742314828642272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=7267742314828642272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7267742314828642272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7267742314828642272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-happened.html' title='It Happened.'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-6209530266214791784</id><published>2008-06-20T16:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:50:45.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Weekend for Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the wedding rehearsal. I'm excited to see Chris. He got in last night. I'm curious to know what Diana did as far as the decorating and I'm ready to see how that turned out. I'm also REALLY ready for the rehearsal dinner. Oh, yeah! Steak and taters. Wut, wut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may get a chance tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go to the lake with one of my friends and hang out there for about half of the day. That would be amazing. The wedding is at 7, so I think we'll be able to party for most of the day. YES! My mayonnaise-white legs need a touch of sunshine. Yup, they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We'll be in Durant for morning service. That will be weird. I have never been to a Sunday service in Durant, nor have I missed one in Atoka since Kendle started his job at the church. And now for the real reason why I brought that up: Seth and Kim and Kendle and myself are being set in as Care Pastors for Atoka. It's a big step. I'm a little nervous, I'll admit, but I think that it will grow us a lot. What am I going to wear?!! I'll be on camera!&lt;br /&gt;-wait! What am I going to wear to Chris and Lindsay's wedding?! Aack! I'm panicking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-6209530266214791784?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6209530266214791784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=6209530266214791784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6209530266214791784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6209530266214791784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-weekend-for-me.html' title='No Weekend for Me...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-6284138743868330234</id><published>2008-06-20T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:34:46.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coffee Pot...</title><content type='html'>...already shipped. I got an e-mail about it this morning with a tracking number. I think it will be here on Monday. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-6284138743868330234?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6284138743868330234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=6284138743868330234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6284138743868330234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/6284138743868330234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-coffee-pot.html' title='My Coffee Pot...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-3146258639279101952</id><published>2008-06-19T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:14:03.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it...</title><content type='html'>"Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."&lt;br /&gt;James 4:7&lt;br /&gt;~Your ability to resist Satan is proportionate to your amount of submission to God.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-3146258639279101952?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3146258639279101952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=3146258639279101952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3146258639279101952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/3146258639279101952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-5953896934906587022</id><published>2008-06-18T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:37:28.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>So...call me crazy...</title><content type='html'>...but I got one of those e-mails - you know the kind "ENTER TO WIN A FREE* COFFEE POT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and I did it. I filled out the little survey about blah blah blah...and the thing comes up and says, "you have qualified for our offer." $15 for shipping and nothing else. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SFl50dFnEpI/AAAAAAAAABs/YNCJKnJ_EtI/s1600-h/Coffe+Pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213331985726378642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SFl50dFnEpI/AAAAAAAAABs/YNCJKnJ_EtI/s320/Coffe+Pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Maybe I am a sucker for salesmen, but I think I won't regret this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready to get the little booger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;, huh? Well, it's normally a $70 machine plus shipping and I get it with a few coffee pods and a cool little canister to keep my coffee in "for freshness" and all I have to do is pay shipping. I'll take a real picture of it (and possibly one of me drinking a yummy cup of coffee) when I get it and I'll let you know how I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, I'm going to keep drinking the nasty, off-brand coffee from the office kitchen. Not that it's made poorly, it's just an off brand and I can't drink it without plenty of liquid Coffee Mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. I should get back to work now. I do get paid for that, you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-5953896934906587022?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5953896934906587022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=5953896934906587022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5953896934906587022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/5953896934906587022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/socall-me-crazy.html' title='So...call me crazy...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SFl50dFnEpI/AAAAAAAAABs/YNCJKnJ_EtI/s72-c/Coffe+Pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120997290313712994.post-7662449124574431644</id><published>2008-06-18T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:43:37.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess...</title><content type='html'>I'll start by telling you just a little bit about me. I'm crazy! I love God. People are my life. I have a wonderful husband to whom I have been married three years. They have been the best three years of my life so far... We have no children as of yet and don't plan to for a couple more years. People ask when we're going to have kids and I always tell them, "Oh, maybe in about two years..." I'll let you in on a little secret...I've been saying that for three years now, and it's still holding them off, so I must be pretty good. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21 and he's 22, so I don't think we're in any huge rush. Well, what more do you want to know? That's my life. I'll feed you just a little bit more about it later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120997290313712994-7662449124574431644?l=debdpowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7662449124574431644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1120997290313712994&amp;postID=7662449124574431644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7662449124574431644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120997290313712994/posts/default/7662449124574431644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debdpowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-guess.html' title='I guess...'/><author><name>deb-orar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07987938773758830529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao1xYQW8-4c/SaWEVpP4eAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iOX1UQbBCbk/S220/102_5092a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
