<?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-7205237719981384433</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:19:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Buena Vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales from the good life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-3279316590716957668</id><published>2009-07-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:50:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBTjIzkRYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h7_Uc8Jor7k/s1600-h/100_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBRDJUIfFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/72NvN7NqbMg/s1600-h/100_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBRDJUIfFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/72NvN7NqbMg/s400/100_3355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363876270680079442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a really busy and stressful week, Ryan suggested that we head to the Mississippi River (a few blocks from us) for some relaxation.  Considering that there are typically TONS of people out on Saturdays, I told him that fighting the crowds didn't sound too appealing to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that Ryan had found a "secret place" on the river in south Memphis!  We did have to drive there, but it was a little park that had, maybe, two other visitors! Here are some of our pictures from this  BEAUTIFUL spot.  I was able to get a good start on my new book, &lt;i&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/i&gt;. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are from Memphis, can you identify this place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBQV_QM8sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0Qob_P-m1Lo/s400/100_3361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363875494885126850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBRpUbXqhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1oRCZb5TZy0/s1600-h/100_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBTjIzkRYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h7_Uc8Jor7k/s1600-h/100_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBTjIzkRYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h7_Uc8Jor7k/s400/100_3359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363879019322557826" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-3279316590716957668?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3279316590716957668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=3279316590716957668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/3279316590716957668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/3279316590716957668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret-place.html' title='Secret Place'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SnBRDJUIfFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/72NvN7NqbMg/s72-c/100_3355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-6568616197326520547</id><published>2009-07-14T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:07:42.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Chicken</title><content type='html'>After driving past the Cornelia Crenshaw Public Library at least 20 times this summer, I finally decided to stop in.  Today.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, my husband Ryan tutored students at that library this past school year, but I have always, ALWAYS been afraid to go in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This library is the closest library to our house and is located smack dab in the middle of &lt;a href="http://www.commercialappeal.com/news/2009/feb/12/memphis-police-round-very-serious-violent-offender/?partner=RSS"&gt;Cleaborn and Foote Homes&lt;/a&gt;.  I have strategically avoided it (even while in grad school) because I am a coward.  Don't get me wrong...I spend most of my afternoons just a block away in a building that is much less aesthetically pleasing.  We live a mile from the library.  But the difference is  that there are people I know inside the building and there aren't people hanging around outside.  So, I've made excuses, "It's not safe to go in alone being a woman...I'm sure that it isn't a good library anyway."  What?  In broad daylight?  I go tons of places by myself as a woman.  It's a LIBRARY not a detention center.  Not a good library? Talk about judgmental...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....here it is.  Does it look that scary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/Sl0Plq0TtpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SXj4se1MGyo/s400/crenshaw2sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456271464019602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed,  THE LORAX by Dr. Seuss motivated me to get over my fears and visit the library.  I needed the book for &lt;a href="http://www.memphisurbanministry.com/summerdaycamp.html"&gt;MUM Summer Camp&lt;/a&gt; and could not bring myself to drive a long way to get it.  I also wondered what God was thinking of my unrealistic fears and lack of faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, God showed me a BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL place in the middle of the city.  Younger children were reading, older children were being tutored, the desk workers were very attentive, and...and you could check out Big Books (normal children's stories in a bigger book) which you CANNOT do at the main library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is, therefore, our task today?  Shall I answer: 'Faith, hope, and love?'  That sounds beautiful.  But I would say -courage.  No, even that is not challenging enough to be the whole truth.  Our task today is recklessness." -Kaj Munk (quote from Irresistible Revolution)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7205237719981384433-6568616197326520547?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6568616197326520547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=6568616197326520547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6568616197326520547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6568616197326520547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-chicken.html' title='Confessions of a Chicken'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/Sl0Plq0TtpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SXj4se1MGyo/s72-c/crenshaw2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-5808622845785030192</id><published>2009-06-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:06:38.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Grad School=Spring Projects</title><content type='html'>Well, this blog has become all but obsolete.  I've discovered that my life isn't really that interesting, but now and then I have a few things to share.  This spring I had a lot of goals/projects in mind: (1)build some window boxes for our patio (cheaper than buying them!) (2)make a flower bed in backyard (3) sew some things with my grandmother's old machine&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what was accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1) Window boxes (one of them)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SkqhAeoFOHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ydLt572WT7k/s320/100_3025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268136676505714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boxes mounted with Wave Petunias--my favorite--on the inside of the patio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SkqiVSnRhGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3vxdQiA5v3Q/s320/100_3083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353269593740772450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) Flower-bed--it was HARD WORK to dig up all of the grass!  The bricks were salvaged from an abandoned property behind our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/Skqhi9iM48I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5vgMucInhYg/s320/100_3032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268729088893890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished product! All of the annual flowers (not bushes) were bought from Lowe's from the 70% discount area...I added a little Miracle Grow, watered them well, and they look great now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SkqkIXO2UwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zlelv7sl9j4/s320/100_3085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353271570665460482" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SkqliRWhrRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oQhhwMiBkeY/s320/100_3086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353273115275275538" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3) Sewing (My new favorite hobby!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A preppy "tie" onesie, bib, burp cloth for a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/Skqmo7LzP3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/url6BwlW1EU/s320/100_3141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353274329095421810" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is here!  Now on to summer projects and creativity... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7205237719981384433-5808622845785030192?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5808622845785030192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=5808622845785030192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/5808622845785030192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/5808622845785030192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-grad-schoolspring-projects.html' title='No Grad School=Spring Projects'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SkqhAeoFOHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ydLt572WT7k/s72-c/100_3025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-6714912877394530950</id><published>2009-02-24T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:24:08.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSJXnTfq0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sWpDEBSkDo0/s1600-h/101_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSJXnTfq0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sWpDEBSkDo0/s320/101_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306517299730033474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L to R:  Grandma Lloyd and MaMaw Richardson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both of my grandmothers are excellent, southern cooks.  I have yet to attempt any of my MaMaw's specialties (hen and dressing, sweet potatoes, jam cake), but I put my neck out there to create my grandma Lloyd's carrot cake--twice--in the past few weeks.  &lt;div&gt;1st-  My sister's birthday weekend in Memphis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd- Ryan's dad's weekend visit&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely a keeper.  Here is the DELICIOUS result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSLdzWWMLI/AAAAAAAAADE/bDJQxMcxjiM/s320/100_2914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519605065691314" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Lloyd's Carrot-Nut Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 cups all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 t. baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 t. cinnamon (I used pumpkin pie spice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 t. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 1/2 c. vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 cups grated carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup chopped pecans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup raisins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mix dry ingredients.  Add eggs and oil and mix well.  Add carrots, nuts, and raisins.  Bake in two (9in.) greased and floured pans for 30 minutes at 350 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cream cheese icing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1  stick butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 8oz pkg cream cheese softened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 lb. box confectioners sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup chopped pecans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 t. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cream butter and cheese until light and fluffy.  Gradually beat in sugar.  Add vanilla and pecans.  Spread on cooled cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most time-consuming part is shredding the carrots (minimum 15 minutes):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSOMTq6_vI/AAAAAAAAADM/-t3lueH4FQE/s1600-h/100_2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSOMTq6_vI/AAAAAAAAADM/-t3lueH4FQE/s320/100_2939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306522603039162098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it is well worth the wait!  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSPChCIoGI/AAAAAAAAADU/5DhM1A--H1I/s1600-h/100_2913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSPChCIoGI/AAAAAAAAADU/5DhM1A--H1I/s320/100_2913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306523534339121250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7205237719981384433-6714912877394530950?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6714912877394530950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=6714912877394530950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6714912877394530950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6714912877394530950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2009/02/cake.html' title='The Cake'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SaSJXnTfq0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sWpDEBSkDo0/s72-c/101_0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-7175240031940848421</id><published>2009-01-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:15:52.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valleys</title><content type='html'>This past week was a difficult and trying one.  Not such a great start to the New Year.  I'm a bit more emotionally stable today, but I covet your prayers.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funeralplan.com/images/fhimages/4/4_0000112309.jpg" height="175" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday of last week, my father called to let me know that a dear friend of our family's had lost his struggle with depression and taken his own life.  Kevin moved to Columbia, TN when he was a college grad and I was in junior high.  He had been hired to be a sports writer for Columbia's paper.  He instantly became "youth minister #2."  He was athletic (which the guys loved!), encouraging, patient, genuine, and funny.  When he asked you how you were, he genuinely wanted to know.  Kevin always wanted to have a family, and a year before Ryan and I married, Kevin met and married the love of his life, Denise. :) They had two boys, Reed and Cannon.  Please pray for the family and ask for healing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v108/134/96/71004509/s71004509_31424259_7358.jpg" alt="" class="UIPhotoGrid_Image" onload="this.fb_loaded = true;" title="Angela says she came to support our team, but I think she just wanted some watermelon." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Angela moved to the big city of Memphis in 2004 when she didn't know a soul.  In many ways, she "paved the way" for Ryan and I to move here.  She genuinely cares for people and is forced to do many things on her own because of her choice to be here.  On Thursday, Angela called to let me know that she had been in a one-car wreck which totaled her car.  A car swerved into her lane causing her to over-correct.  The bad news was that two weeks prior to the wreck, she had let her insurance lapse.  Because she was driving un-insured, her car was impounded by the city at the charge of $30 a day, it was un-fixable, and she had no form of transportation.  God is good, and things are working out, but how much stress can a woman take?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v99/5/65/71004454/s71004454_31277675_4018.jpg" alt="" class="UIPhotoGrid_Image" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { this.fb_loaded = true; });" title="Ana (con Isabela), Yo, y Gloria.  Ellas son guatemaltecas.  ¿Por qué no me avisaron del rosado?" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana (left) and Gloria (right) were good friends of mine when Ryan and I were at the Spanish-speaking church.  They were both very patient with my Spanish and called upon me to help them with different "translation tasks."  Ana called me when Isabela was born (on left) and Gloria asked me to go and interpret when her son was having cleft-pallet surgery (on right).  Since this picture, both have had additional babies--one boy, one girl--and they were born in the same month (September).  On Friday, Ana's baby girl died while at childcare.  The cause of death is still unknown and the police are investigating.  The funeral is tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v363/5/65/71004454/s71004454_32613569_7178.jpg" alt="" class="UIPhotoGrid_Image" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { this.fb_loaded = true; });" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday afternoon, Ryan and I finally put our Christmas stuff away.  Ryan took down the outside lights with the help of two boys from our neighborhood, Jaquez and Kion.  After they were finished, we invited the boys in for a snack.  When Ryan and boys headed back outside, someone had stolen Jaquez' bike!  Within a 5 minute time span!  We felt awful, as did he.  SEVERAL things have been stolen from the outside of our home since we moved here, but to steal a kid's bike?!  HOW LOW CAN YOU GO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a lot of brokenness in my world.  A lot of sadness and despair.  With the Lord's help, I  am trying to come to grips with how to comfort those that have lost loved ones, be supportive to those without support, and demand justice for wrongs done on this earth.  Trying to be His hands and feet.  I am so glad that this is not my home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-7175240031940848421?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7175240031940848421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=7175240031940848421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/7175240031940848421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/7175240031940848421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/valleys.html' title='The Valleys'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-6893895649693530828</id><published>2008-12-14T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:36:58.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SUXP5_Hh8BI/AAAAAAAAACs/8XfzmmdS4ko/s1600-h/100_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years I have been an A+ graduate student, an A-/B+ Spanish teacher, and a D/F wife, daughter, sister, and  friend.  Well, that is all about to change!  This past Friday (12/12) I graduated with my M.Ed. from Freed-Hardeman University.  I would have had no interest in walking, had it not been for my sister who received her B.A. in the same ceremony!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SUXLPPkGmOI/AAAAAAAAACc/DHm3DRxgt7E/s320/100_2777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279849600898210018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations Laura Beth!  She is working as a youth minister for the Skyline Church of Christ in Jackson, TN.  We are 2.5 years apart in age and have always been 3 years apart in school.  It was a unique experience to graduate together.  I am glad that she will be living so close to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although my graduate program was not that difficult, it was time consuming and I am SO THANKFUL to my husband who was supportive through the whole two years.  He is fantastic!  When I had to go to the main campus, he was my "car companion" and he picked up a lot of my responsibilities. A lot of things went undone while I was in school, but he was rather patient and understanding.  He took the below picture one Saturday while I was in class to show how much I was behind on laundry (please also notice the layer of dust on the dresser).  I came home and cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SUXNQ2923DI/AAAAAAAAACk/-ld1RXN24ZI/s320/100_0910.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279851827678338098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents have also been a great support.  Both of them have chosen careers of service (teacher and social worker) and they had a great influence on my career choices.  Thanks Mom and Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SUXP5_Hh8BI/AAAAAAAAACs/8XfzmmdS4ko/s320/100_2774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854733264285714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to see what I can accomplish in all of my "free time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-6893895649693530828?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6893895649693530828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=6893895649693530828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6893895649693530828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6893895649693530828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SUXLPPkGmOI/AAAAAAAAACc/DHm3DRxgt7E/s72-c/100_2777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-558419274457953335</id><published>2008-11-01T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:10:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HWJV:  How Would Jesus Vote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;I was impacted by the words of Elizabeth Alvarez in her article &lt;i&gt;Out of Africa: How Would Jesus Vote? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.wineskins.org/filter.asp?SID=2&amp;amp;fi_key=186&amp;amp;co_key=1590"&gt;http://www.wineskins.org/filter.asp?SID=2&amp;amp;fi_key=186&amp;amp;co_key=1590&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A wise man once told her that Christians cannot be comfortable with any political party, but that they choose what is important to them and make a choice. Some Christians may say that choosing a president is about “what is important to God,” but does God care more for the unborn child or for the impoverished child already living?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More for the international safety of America or for the thousands being killed to ensure it?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More for affordable transportation or the protection of the environment?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;For me and many other Christians, voting is not so “cut and dry.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;There has been an influx of extreme, indecent, and slanderous &lt;a href="http://sacramento.craigslist.org/pol/900217338.html"&gt;e-mails&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=36793941306&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;letters&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://focusfamaction.edgeboss.net/download/focusfamaction/pdfs/10-22-08_2012letter.pdf"&gt;propaganda&lt;/a&gt; by Christians within the past few weeks—all targeting Barack Obama.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all indicate that voting Obama is a one-way ticket to the end of Christianity in the U.S. and some propose that Christians must vote for McCain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me make two things clear:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, Christianity does not depend on the state of the United States.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our Lord is not American.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christians belong to a more powerful kingdom and have the Most Powerful Leader who can work through even the weakest of presidents.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, deeply held convictions of faith may mean that Christians are voting differently and that is okay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I trust that we are all prayerfully applying the Word as best we can.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not okay however, that Christians continue to slander each other and elevate the “Christianity” of one candidate over another.&lt;a href="file://localhost/Desktop/forward.doc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;My vote was cast on Thursday after waiting in line for two and ½ hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On that ticket I voted for Republicans, Democrats, and Independents.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These were the issues that were important to me:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Abortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe in protection of life (not just the lives of the unborn)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Roe vs. Wade has not been overturned for 30 years so why should I be confident that it will be overturned within the next four years (it did not happen during Bush’s presidency, even in light of the nominations of John Roberts and Samuel Alito)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abortions can be prevented if women are financially able to care for their young and/or if they are properly educated on family planning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Same-sex marriage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Bible teaches that homosexuality is a sin (Leviticus 18:22, Leviticus 20:13, Deuteronomy 23:17, I Corinthians 6:9-11, etc.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe that marriage is a holy covenant with God as the third-party (Malachi 2:14-16, etc.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The laws of God concerning homosexual marriage speaks higher than any definition of the government &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;McCain defines marriage as a relationship between a man and a woman, but will leave the definition of the term to the states&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/issues/issues.samesexmarriage.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/issues/issues.samesexmarriage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obama opposes same-sex marriage, but supports civil unions that allow equal rights to same-sex couples as those of married couples &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/issues/issues.samesexmarriage.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/issues/issues.samesexmarriage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tax policies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2008/06/09/ST2008060900950.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2008/06/09/ST2008060900950.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;McCain has proposed to cut taxes, especially for the upper class, in hopes that the upper class will create jobs and stimulate the economy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately this “trickle down” effect has not happened during the past few years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The 2002 census statistics show that the top 1/5 of American society held 49.7% of the nation’s income while the bottom quintile had only 3.5%&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(top fifth has 14.3 times more income than the bottom fifth)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://factfinder.census.gov/servlet/DatasetMainPageServlet?_program=ECN&amp;amp;_lang=en&amp;amp;_ts=125490903938"&gt;http://factfinder.census.gov/servlet/DatasetMainPageServlet?_program=ECN&amp;amp;_lang=en&amp;amp;_ts=125490903938&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritage.org/Research/Taxes/bg1791.cfm"&gt;http://www.heritage.org/Research/Taxes/bg1791.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;McCain has called Obama’s tax plan “socialism,” but when did paying taxes and receiving tax breaks become socialism?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obama has proposed to increase taxes for those making $250,000+ while decreasing taxes for the middle and lower class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;Matthew 19:23, 24—“it will be hard for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven..easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;Luke 16:19—“there was a rich man, clothed in purple and fine linen who feasted sumptously every day.  And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus full of sores who desired to be fed with WHAT FELL from the rich man’s table; moreover the dogs came and licked his sores….the poor man died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom.  The rich man also died and was buried and in Hades, being in torment, he lifted his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus in his bosom….”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;Matthew 19:21—to the rich young ruler: “You lack one thing; go, sell what you have and give it to the poor.  Then you will have treasure in Heaven.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;Luke 4:18-19 (my favorite because Jesus hand-picked what Scripture to read from Isaiah during worship in the synagogue in Nazareth) “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.  He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners, and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, and to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Choices&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;McCain served our country in the military&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obama served our country through community organization &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;After his first wife was severely injured in a car accident, McCain cheated on her with a wealthy, beautiful heiress to a Budweiser fortune.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A month after divorcing his disfigured wife, he married woman #2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;McCain has admitted that their failed marriage lies on his shoulders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://articles.latimes.com/2008/jul/11/nation/na-divorce11"&gt;http://articles.latimes.com/2008/jul/11/nation/na-divorce11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obama has been married to the same woman for 19 years and they are raising two daughters—together &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;McCain chose a Vice-President who knows little about leading a country that is a prominent world power&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:1.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level2 lfo1;tab-stops:list 1.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;o&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She had never traveled outside of the United States until July 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:1.25in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/30/us/politics/30veep.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/30/us/politics/30veep.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:1.25in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list 1.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;o&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you EVEN SEEN the Katie Couric interview?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:1.25in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=palin%20and%20couric&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wv"&gt;http://video.google.com/videosearch?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=palin%20and%20couric&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wv#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-width:0%"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obama feels that it is important that we restore America’s reputation around &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:.25in"&gt;the world and has a logical, global perspective &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:.25in"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/news/politics/AP/story/732322.html"&gt;http://www.miamiherald.com/news/politics/AP/story/732322.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:.25in"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-558419274457953335?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/558419274457953335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=558419274457953335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/558419274457953335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/558419274457953335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/11/hwjv-how-would-jesus-vote.html' title='HWJV:  How Would Jesus Vote?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-6961601532233391796</id><published>2008-10-26T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:25:21.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the past couple of weeks Ryan and I celebrated three, wonderful years of marriage, my grandfather had a severe heart attack, and I stayed by myself while Ryan attended the &lt;a href="http://www.ccda.org/"&gt;CCDA Conference&lt;/a&gt; in Miami.  Because it fell during homecoming week and not Fall Break, there was no way that I could attend this year.  (Secretly, I just wanted to dress up like a hippie for a day...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SQUg7crNvtI/AAAAAAAAACM/mDshD1tdJhM/s320/82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647945334111954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hardingacademymemphis.org/"&gt;Homecoming&lt;/a&gt; at Harding is really fun and interactive.  Sophomores-Seniors stay on campus EVERY night from after school until 9:30 p.m. decorating their halls, creating skits, and creating mini-Spring Sing shows called "walk-ins."  Every student, in every grade, participates.  It is an exhausting week, but where else would you see such "camaraderie" in high school?  It is an exhausting week for teachers, but I am thankful that God placed me there.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHILE Ryan was in Miami, I was in my first car accident:  an older woman made a left turn into my driver's side.  She was thankfully not hurt and I am only bruised and sore.  Thank-you to the Memphis City Police Department who dropped me off at work on the morning of the wreck (can you imagine getting out of the back of a police car while scores of high schoolers look on...) and to my dear friend Katie Wells who drove me home.  Needless to say, that was not my best teaching day.  We are still awaiting the verdict on the car....totaled or fixable.  Thankfully the other driver did have insurance.  I will keep you updated on the status.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will leave you with one of our favorite places these days: the front porch swing.  You can't beat a Tennessee fall!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SQUk7raEXkI/AAAAAAAAACU/Vn7rDfDZgbE/s320/PIC-0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261652347335237186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/7205237719981384433-6961601532233391796?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6961601532233391796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=6961601532233391796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6961601532233391796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/6961601532233391796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch-up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SQUg7crNvtI/AAAAAAAAACM/mDshD1tdJhM/s72-c/82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-5205973088001368856</id><published>2008-10-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:25:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions...</title><content type='html'>There are many things that terrorize me: wasps, a ring in the toilet bowl, substitute teaching without lesson plans, a gas tank on empty, being victimized... just to name a few.  On a serious note however, I must admit that my fears, often make me act and think in shameful ways.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I were eating a dinner at a downtown restaurant yesterday (I am on Fall Break and Ryan took a week of vacation!) and our booth faced the street.  Before we had even ordered, I noticed a man on the street who had planted himself outside of our restaurant and was approaching every single pedestrian who walked by.  His eyes wandered "up and down" each person as they came near him---assessing their material worth, I assumed.  I was becoming more and more irritated as I wondered what I would say to him as we came out (Ryan is a master at talking with panhandlers!) and irritated that he would be bothering people as he was.  After eating, we headed out and were approached by a well mannered SHOE SHINER who wished us a good evening after we said that we weren't interested in the $1 shoe shine.  No wonder he was looking people "up and down"--he was checking for shoes AND was trying to make an honest wage.  I felt ashamed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I was planting flowers outside, a man who said that he was homeless asked if I could go inside and fix him a sandwich.  My gut told me that he was not homeless (no entourage of belongings and most of the homeless that I've met don't "volunteer" that information), so I just said, "well...I'm sorry" and he walked off.  All day today, I have grieved over my response.  If it was a woman, a child, or one of the regular homeless in our neighborhood would my response have been different?  Was I wrong?  Why was I so uncomfortable and so unprepared to answer him?  Was it lack of faith that God would protect me if he had tried to take advantage of me?  Was it lack of compassion?  Was it selfishness?  All I know is that I feel really inadequate/unsure sometimes...and today was one of those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, "I believe; help my unbelief!" Mk 9:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-5205973088001368856?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5205973088001368856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=5205973088001368856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/5205973088001368856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/5205973088001368856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/10/confessions.html' title='Confessions...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-7266890415155830534</id><published>2008-09-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:26:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Block Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWwk4UCoZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7awK-eZ6_eI/s1600-h/100_2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWwk4UCoZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7awK-eZ6_eI/s320/100_2565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248295088408404370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm still not finished with my list of 25 things to do at 25, but at least one goal was accomplished tonight: our neighborhood block party.  With the help of some neighbors, Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and I organized a get-together with the houses on our block.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We live in &lt;a href="http://www.memphisflyer.com/memphis/Content?oid=oid%3A37147"&gt;Uptown Memphis&lt;/a&gt; and are four blocks from the trolley/bus station, five blocks and a bridge from Mud Island, and two blocks from St. Jude Hospital.  Our six months here have been adventurous and wonderful.  We daily interact with children from our neighborhood, daily see a homeless person, and daily make the "trek" out of, and then back into, the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here are a few shots from our Block Party tonight.  They very adequately reflect the diversity of our community:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setting up for the evening.  Our house is the yellow one in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuBu-mftI/AAAAAAAAABc/WwxfIf_Khd4/s1600-h/100_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuBu-mftI/AAAAAAAAABc/WwxfIf_Khd4/s320/100_2561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292285583883986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan fixing his plate as Ms. Ruby chats in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuB9b54kI/AAAAAAAAABk/atihAX54vWk/s1600-h/100_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuB9b54kI/AAAAAAAAABk/atihAX54vWk/s320/100_2571.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292289464885826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our neighbor Katey brought out the sidewalk chalk and the kids had a blast!  I just had to snap a shot of Tacasia's work! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuCERGGAI/AAAAAAAAABs/HfvJiAgiSjA/s320/100_2566.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292291298596866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;As the night came to a close, a few of "the boys" were still hanging around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuCUrjTFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SLvUd_dADdQ/s1600-h/100_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWuCUrjTFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SLvUd_dADdQ/s320/100_2573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248292295704530002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-7266890415155830534?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7266890415155830534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=7266890415155830534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/7266890415155830534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/7266890415155830534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-block-party.html' title='Our Block Party'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SNWwk4UCoZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7awK-eZ6_eI/s72-c/100_2565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-7073653309220679663</id><published>2008-09-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:16:32.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things To Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not finished yet, here is the beginning of a list of things I hope to accomplish this year:&lt;div&gt;1. begin blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. sell some things online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. throw a neighborhood block party (one scheduled for this Saturday 9/20!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. learn to decorate cakes (finished the first class of three in August along with my friend Angela)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  put window treatments/curtains in each room of the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  go to the dentist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  exercise regularly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  memorize 10 scriptures in English and Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  travel to Latin America with Ryan (this may be impossible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  write more notes/letters to those that I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. landscape our front and back yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.-25.-----------still to come-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of our neighbors "Pooh," Kiara, and Jada who LOVE hanging out with Spencer, "the neighborhood dog."   We hope that they will be at our neighborhood party on Saturday with their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SM75_LOvi8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/C3nqrri0UUg/s1600-h/PIC-0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SM75_LOvi8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/C3nqrri0UUg/s320/PIC-0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246405479674907586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-7073653309220679663?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7073653309220679663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=7073653309220679663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/7073653309220679663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/7073653309220679663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/09/25-things-to-do.html' title='25 Things To Do...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SM75_LOvi8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/C3nqrri0UUg/s72-c/PIC-0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7205237719981384433.post-3899722088787646444</id><published>2008-08-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:32:20.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 25...</title><content type='html'>        Well, today was the day!  The big 25th birthday.  I've been wanting to blog for awhile, so I thought that today would be better than any other!  Although my life is quite boring, I am hoping to keep a log of things for myself if no one else!&lt;div&gt;        Today we spent the day in worship with our family at iglesia de Cristo and then Ryan and I were honored by the church with a lunch of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pupusas con repollo.&lt;/span&gt; In addition to it being my birthday, it is also our last day with iglesia de Cristo.  After much thought, prayer, and decision making we have decided to begin worshipping with the Downtown church beginning in January.  We are excited about being a part of that church family and are looking forward to worshipping in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm in the process of creating a list of 25 things to do while I am 25 and look forward to sharing that soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7205237719981384433-3899722088787646444?l=emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3899722088787646444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7205237719981384433&amp;postID=3899722088787646444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/3899722088787646444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7205237719981384433/posts/default/3899722088787646444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylloydfowler.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-25.html' title='The Big 25...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633154169359772994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBXevsS4Mvk/SLH__e2ah0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S8aqAXyPdYI/S220/100_1242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
