<?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-5067842684185599927</id><updated>2011-12-05T11:58:32.256-08:00</updated><category term='kenya'/><category term='finances'/><category term='highly favored'/><category term='nation'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='movie theater popcorn'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='mission trip details'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='goodbyes'/><category term='inauguration'/><category term='Christmas cards'/><category term='God&apos;s awesomeness'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='star-spangled banner'/><category term='sex'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='missions'/><category term='progress report'/><category term='CHRIST'/><category term='deliverance'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='online dating'/><category term='holiday spirit'/><category term='red pen'/><category term='friends'/><category term='branching out'/><category term='DART'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='mission accomplished'/><category term='decorations'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='getting older'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='faithfulness'/><category term='new beginnings'/><category term='camping'/><category term='music'/><category term='faith'/><category term='healthy lifestyles'/><category term='bad attitudes'/><category term='dieting'/><category term='Biggest Loser'/><category term='food'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='daycare'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='God&apos;s providence'/><category term='history'/><category term='husband'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Life: Without the journey, you'll never reach the destination.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-673974689579915792</id><published>2011-02-14T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:24:19.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make.. Starting in the year 2000 when my college friends started getting married and eventually having kids, I used to go to weddings &amp;amp; baby showers &amp;amp; cry my eyes out afterwards.  Not because I was overjoyed for their new life or their celebration.. or even how great the cake tasted (haha) but because deep down inside I was bitterly sad, lonely &amp;amp; extremely jealous of what they had that I didn't have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to 2011: I went to a wedding last weekend &amp;amp; literally bawled my eyes out!  But the difference is that this time, I was truly happy for my friend!  Kimloan could truly be the spokesperson for a "The Best Things Come to Those Who Wait" commercial.  She was very focused on her studies from the get-go &amp;amp; always knew that she had one goal that she wanted to accomplish -- Medical School.  It wasn't easy, but Kimmy achieved that goal and she became a doctor this year!  (trust me, it was a long road).  She really never dated anyone in college - lots of guys wanted to date her but we all always knew that it would take a special kind of guy to handle Kimmy.  I mean, being a biology major and ultimately wanting to become a doctor.. there was definitely an intelligency factor that had to be taken into consideration.  Most guys are not up to the task so we both thought that she would NEVER find a guy like that.  She would grow old, surrounded by friends (because none of US were getting married either.. well, unless it's legalized here in Texas for some of our crew).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I sat in the cathedral last Saturday afternoon, eagerly awaiting the start of the ceremony, I realized that I had never felt JOYFUL at a wedding before.  One by one her parents &amp;amp; bridesmaids filtered down the aisle and in my mind I reminisced about old times with these people.  A smile came over my face.  THEN, the organ started the fanfare &amp;amp; the church doors opened &amp;amp; out walked my friend... the biggest smile on her face and long white dress trailing behind her... and I lost it!  My friend was all grown up!  The day we had talked about NEVER coming, was happening!  And I was so happy that I was moved to the point of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left the reception, she asked me "Did you ever think this would happen?" and I replied "No" - Then she held out her hand so that I could look at her wedding ring one last time.  BEAUTIFUL.  I write all of this to say that I have felt my heart was changed but this solidified it in my mind.  It is amazing to me how much prayer and understanding biblical truth can totally change one's perspective and outlook on life.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-673974689579915792?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/673974689579915792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=673974689579915792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/673974689579915792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/673974689579915792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-than-just-cake.html' title='More than just Cake'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-6084497995064617393</id><published>2011-02-07T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:15:02.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earlier I was at Starbucks studying since my house sometimes presents WAY too many distractions to get any quality reading in!  Some guys came in, sat down on the couches next to my table &amp;amp; started having a serious discussion.  Without even looking up, I know that one guy was single &amp;amp; the other married -- the single guy was a devout follower of Jesus AND I heard him say he "loved kids".  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head was so buried in my books that I didn't even look up... until they were leaving... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I gotta work on that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-6084497995064617393?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/6084497995064617393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=6084497995064617393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6084497995064617393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6084497995064617393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2011/02/earlier-i-was-at-starbucks-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-6603818277880632535</id><published>2010-01-11T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:16:58.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guidebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From today's daily devotional:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. (2 Timothy 3:16-17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unless we form the habit of going to the Bible in bright moments as well as in trouble, we cannot fully respond to its consolations because we lack equilibrium between light and darkness. -- Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-6603818277880632535?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/6603818277880632535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=6603818277880632535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6603818277880632535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6603818277880632535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2010/01/guidebook.html' title='The Guidebook'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-5781827500998980979</id><published>2010-01-04T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:44:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Obedience</title><content type='html'>From my daily devotional book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is God.  Because He is God, He is worthy of my trust and obedience.  I will find rest nowhere but in His holy will, a will that is unspeakably beyond my largest notions of what He is up to (Elisabeth Elliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Scripture:  Deuteronomy 30:2-3 ~ note the use of the word "when" throughout this section of scripture.  This tells me that these are PROMISES to rest on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-5781827500998980979?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/5781827500998980979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=5781827500998980979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5781827500998980979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5781827500998980979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2010/01/blessed-obedience.html' title='Blessed Obedience'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2690342931150865180</id><published>2009-10-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:11:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Minus 30 days.. and counting..</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or does it seem like time is going FASTER and FASTER lately?  It seems like it was just yesterday when the temperature was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HADES&lt;/span&gt; outside and no relief in sight and now it seems like we're into "fall" (which we all know really doesn't happen here in Texas) and it's been raining for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of days this month!  It also does not seem like Thanksgiving is 5 weeks away - which means Christmas is 10 weeks away!  Where in the world has 2009 gone?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kenya Adventure comes to fruition in 30 days!  I can't believe it is almost here.  I feel like I have learned so much leading up to this point and can't visualize what else I am going to learn through actually traveling to and ministering to the children and families that are over there.  What have I learned so far?  Here are a few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Missions Support:  To be honest, right after my fear of disease this topic was the next one on my list of fears when it comes to going to Africa.  So many 'what if?' questions.. what if no one can help me?  will I have to find some money of my own to contribute?  what if i don't raise enough money?  does anyone really care enough to pray the team through this time?  etc.  I am happy to report that God is bigger than all of my fears and He has given me peace beyond my understanding in this area.  I sent out about 75-80 letters to let my friends and family know what I was undertaking and to ask for support both financially and through prayer.  My human side mentally went through that list as I was addressing the envelopes and said "This person is a prayer supporter" vs. "This one is a financial supporter." As I started receiving letters and checks in the mail, I realized that this was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a good way to show total trust in God to provide.  I received money from people that I had 'checked' as a prayer warrior and vice versa.  What is amazing is that God has still provided past what I thought would happen.  As of today, I have $1,600 in my account and another $1,000 that a few people have said is on the way.  God is faithful and will continue to be faithful because when He commands us to do something, he also provides the way for us to do that thing ~ even if in our small human minds we have tried to make our own plan or say that it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Travel Immunizations:  Whoa!  I learned really quickly that there is no formula for this and really everyone (the experts) all have their own opinions about which shots that you should get and which drugs you should take, etc.  It's also pretty costly (some of them) too!  I think that you have to have a "do it now so you don't suffer later" attitude about this.  In the past month I have had 6 shots (Hepatitis A &amp;amp; B, Flu, Tetnus, Meningitis &amp;amp; Pneumonia) and still have 1 more (Yellow Fever) to go.  Luckily, a lot of these last a long time so I won't have to get them again if (maybe I should just say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; cuz that's what it's looking like right now.) I get an assignment to go into the mission field again in the near future.  I learned that insurance does not cover the ones that are not routine and that there was one on my list that after doing the research on it, figured out that I could not afford it -- RABIES!  You are probably thinking, rabies? really? but yes, that shot is $750 TOTAL and since I cannot afford it, I will just have to take the necessary precautions to see to it that I don't get bit by any monkeys or baboons.  (apparently, monkeys are like house pets in Africa and it's possible that we will see some up close and personal!  fun times!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, those are the 2 main things that I have learned thus far and I'm sure I'll have much more to share as the time comes for us to leave.  I thank all of you again for reading this far and for continuing to support me in the ways that God has given you to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading, I'm sure this adventure is going to get A LOT more interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-2690342931150865180?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2690342931150865180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2690342931150865180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2690342931150865180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2690342931150865180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-minus-30-days-and-counting.html' title='T-Minus 30 days.. and counting..'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2521636157921959570</id><published>2009-09-21T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:11:23.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission trip details'/><title type='text'>Kenya: A few details</title><content type='html'>Many of you have asked for details about my upcoming mission trip: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dates:  November 20th-November 29th ~ I will probably fly out late Thursday night (the 19th) or Friday morning.  We will either be arriving back in the USA on Sunday evening (29th) or Monday (the 30th).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please begin praying for safe travel for the entire team.  Also, begin praying for our strength and endurance as we travel &amp;amp; come back** &lt;br /&gt;We will leave DFW &amp;amp; be on the plane for about 8 hours, stopping for a few hours in Amsterdam.  From there, we will go to Nairobi, Kenya (towards the center of the country) and then switch planes to fly to Mombasa, Kenya (on the coast).  THEN, we will take a bus approximately 2 hours to our actual location for the week.  As you can imagine, there will be LONG periods of time on airplanes and we will be traveling across soo many time zones.  When we get there, I probably won't even know what day it is (I think it'll be the next day.. but yeah..)!!  LOL  Luckily, when we come back, we will gain all of  our "lost" time back but we will be exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will be waiting for us when we get there?  We are staying in some cabins (from what I understand) at a site where the children who we will be ministering to will be staying also.  There is limited electricity (you have to bring adapters but even then, you might not have long periods of power) which means no air conditioning, no internet, no cell phones and no blow dryers (I've been struggling through the things that I will miss the most.)  I have been told that our sleeping arrangements will be with mosquito nets to help protect us from anything that might be a threat.  **Again, please pray that we will all make the adjustments and be able to be cheerful regardless of the circumstance or situations that we might find ourselves in.**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our primary purpose in Kenya will be to put on a Vacation Bible School type camp for these children for the week.  I have no idea what my role in this will be yet.  We are just starting to meet together as a team and will eventually start going over the ciriculuum and figuring out everyone's strengths so that we will be put to the best use of our talents.  **Please pray for the hearts of the children and families that we will be ministering to ~ I pray that their hearts will be prepared to receive what God wants to show them through our interactions with them.  The ultimate goal is to glorify God in all we do.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One last thing we are praying about (and I ask you to do the same) is the financial needs of the team.  The total cost per person for the trip is $3,000.  I am certain that God has willed this trip to happen and that He will provide these resources.  I ask that you prayerfully consider being a part of this journey financially.  If you are able to support financially, please make your check payable to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DENTON BIBLE CHURCH&lt;/span&gt; and write &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEGAN HOFFMAN KENYA TRIP&lt;/span&gt; in the memo line.  You can mail the check directly to me at the address listed below.  These donations are tax deductible.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked to start blogging about all of the trip preparations as they are happening so you will start seeing those over the next few weeks.  I thank you all again for always giving me the encouragement I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My address:&lt;br /&gt;Megan Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;6000 Ohio Dr. #1413&lt;br /&gt;Plano, Texas 75093&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-2521636157921959570?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2521636157921959570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2521636157921959570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2521636157921959570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2521636157921959570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/09/kenya-few-details.html' title='Kenya: A few details'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-3341014509713491885</id><published>2009-09-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:32:50.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s providence'/><title type='text'>The Box... has disappeared!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for accepting my challenge of being my blog readers &amp;amp; encouraging me on my journey of life!  Each one of you means A LOT to me (I think I have already said this before but just making sure that you know it..) and I hope you're prepared to be totally blown away by what I'm about to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really praying about what God might want me to be used for in terms of the mission field.  Am I called to go across the world or across the street to bring the Gospel to the lost?  Does He want me to work with children or with adults?  Things like that have been at the forefront of my mind.  A few weeks ago, I got my answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Erica &amp;amp; her family have felt a strong call to go to Africa for about 3-4 years now (since they became Christians).  From some of the things that God has revealed to them, I wouldn't be surprised if they went into FULL TIME missions in another country.  Since I came to grips with this reality about a year ago, I have sometimes had this weird feeling of sadness in my heart when I think about the fact that there might be a time when I don't get to see or talk to them on a regular basis.  I also had a few nights where I was in tears because I thought about the children (especially, Sienna, who will be 4 in October.) and how I wouldn't be able to watch them grow up.  I want more than anything to serve God in whatever capacity he sees fit to use me so we would joke about how since I really want to be a teacher anyway (I REALLY DO!)  That maybe I would get to come overseas with them to do children's ministry or even to home school the American kids so that they didn't have to go to a boarding school.  Erica was planning on going on a mission trip to Kenya in October but the plans fell through due to the fact that her husband's company needed him in a finance meeting (also out of the country) during the same week &amp;amp; they could not justify BOTH being out of the country at the same time.  But then God started revealing his awesome, mighty and perfect plan (and timing).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church bulletin had a note in it about a Short-Term Mission Trip to Kenya during Thanksgiving week.  Well, Erica saw this as her back-up to go do the work that she has been called to do in Africa.  The church was having an informational meeting a few Sunday afternoons ago and E asked me to go to the meeting with her -- for moral support.  I agreed and even read the blurb in the bulletin about it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN US THANKSGIVING WEEK TO TEACH CHILDREN IN KENYA..&lt;br /&gt;(hmm.. interesting..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to walk out of the church that Sunday morning towards the parking lot.  As we were walking, I was carrying the 3.5 year old (who absolutely ADORES ME, btw) and I see E &amp;amp; her husband start to talk in front of us.  The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica:  Guess what honey?  Megan is coming to that missions meeting with me this afternoon.  Right Megan?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Oh really? &lt;br /&gt;(they look at each other &amp;amp; start smiling some evil smiles and laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in my most defensive &amp;amp; sarcastic tone of voice):  *sigh* yes... I'm going to this meeting to learn about teaching children.. in Africa...and  ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't any more had those words out of my mouth before ~~~ I fell.. facedown FLAT on the ground.. the flat, no bumps, no nothing concrete that we had been walking on just moments before.  My first thought as I was laying there was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my goodness.. I have killed this child!  We are going to have to rush her to the hospital because she's cracked her head open or something!  I should hear her crying any second now...&lt;/span&gt;"  I looked up.. and she was already on her feet!  Pointing at her arm &amp;amp; asking "Can I have a band-aid?" AMAZING!  Me on the other hand?  I was not spared any injuries.  My leg (I was wearing a skirt) was bleeding down the side of my leg from about my knee to halfway down to my ankle... and starting to bruise.  My wrist was swelling out &amp;amp; a little scraped up.  Everyone stood amazed over me.  This little girl that I had been carrying had not been hurt at all &amp;amp; I was pretty banged up.  Frank (Erica's husband) even said: "It was like you just laid her out on the ground before you &amp;amp; allowed yourself to take the fall."  Something was up... I wasn't exactly sure what but I was pretty convinced that God had struck me down because I was mocking Him and his potential plans for me.  The whole time I'm thinking "God's trying to tell me something.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to later that afternoon when we show up at the meeting.  We walked in and had to sit at the back because we were a little late.  I immediately saw 2 girls from the singles group &amp;amp; thought "Wow.. they're here?  That's awesome that they want to go to Kenya."  As we sat there &amp;amp; looked at the pictures of where the trip was going and the dates of the trip itself, it dawned on me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1)  Those children are precious and they need people to come love on them.&lt;/span&gt;  and 2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanksgiving week?  I already requested those days off!  &lt;/span&gt;It's true.  In the week leading up to this meeting (that I didn't even know I was going to), I had asked my co-workers &amp;amp; my boss if they minded me taking the entire Thanksgiving week off.  No one objected and my time was approved.  I have no excuse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to go -- and given everything that had already happened to me that day, I was a little afraid to say NO (not a good thing to say to God anyway.. but you know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. this Thanksgiving, instead of staying around town and spending time with my family, eating wayy too much food and trash talking each other over card games.. I will be going to Kenya, Africa with a team of people to help teach a vacation bible school type program to about 100 children who live there.  :)  Am I nervous?  Am I scared?  Yes and YES.  But God tells us in His word in Jeremiah 29:11 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you..."  &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea how or how much I will grow through this experience but it is obviously something that God wants me to do!!  One of my biggest fears has already worked itself out -- telling my family.  They were all totally cool about it.  I think they see God's big picture too.  My next fear (which is continuously being worked through and out of me) is disease.  In Africa, mosquitoes are prevalent and they carry malaria.  Mosquitoes like to bite me therefore, I could be subject to malaria.  :(  I know that God will continue to give me peace with that fear though and if it's for His glory that I contract some disease, I guess we deal with it when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I would like to ask of you guys as I move forward on this particular journey:&lt;br /&gt;1)  PRAY, PRAY, PRAY!  Prayer for me and the team that is forming to go on this trip.  Prayer that all of the resources and skills needed will fall into place both here in the US &amp;amp; over there.  Prayer for the children in Kenya and all of the many people that we will minister to during our trip over there &amp;amp; during the week of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  If you feel led to support me financially, there are opportunities to do that also.  I will post an address where you can send funds in the near future.  Any contribution is tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that each of you are doing well and that you will leave notes or comments to encourage me as I keep you updated on my progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-3341014509713491885?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/3341014509713491885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=3341014509713491885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3341014509713491885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3341014509713491885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/09/box-has-disappeared.html' title='The Box... has disappeared!!!'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-3724315649601646530</id><published>2009-08-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:40:34.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The page is blank. The canvas has been wiped clean. The room has been cleared out. The proverbial walls have been put up mainly for protection; to keep the foolishness of this world out. Soon new wallpaper will be put up on those walls. It's already starting. A color and style that truly reflects the change that is... that HAS to go on inside of me. I want to be transparent. That starts with those closest to me though and keeps moving further and further out into the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start out this way because I realized something over the past few weeks or so that is still sinking in. Nevertheless, it is there. This whole year (2009), I have talked about "My life outside of the box". Granted, I have done some new things this year that I haven't regularly done in the past but these are all OUTWARD appearances and signs. But has anything changed on the inside? I can honestly say that SOME things have changed on the inside but mainly just a growth of knowledge and information. I don't feel like I have let a lot of this stuff really sink in to where my heart, mind and attitude are truly changed because of it. I just got a sick feeling in my stomach when I typed that which tells me that what I'm saying is the truth - conviction. Luckily, if I will allow God to help - I CAN CHANGE! *Sigh* This is not going to be easy. In fact, there are some parts of it that will be downright rough and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;treacherous. Remembering these 2 facts first and foremost will help me change (Taken from Beth Moore's Believing God): 1) God is who He says He is 2) God can do what He says He can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will elaborate more on these points in the near future and then ponder the 3rd one: I am who God says I am.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-3724315649601646530?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/3724315649601646530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=3724315649601646530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3724315649601646530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3724315649601646530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/08/page-is-blank.html' title=''/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-6517040111291553846</id><published>2009-08-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:19:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Out &amp; Pruning</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, you are part of a select few people that I am going to allow to read my thoughts on this blog and hopefully give words of encouragement or words of exhortation (when needed) from here on out.  I value each of you as my friends &amp;amp; really you guys are closer than family so I hope that you will accept the challenge -- because I know it will help me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that are new, this is my blog!  I started writing off and on again about a year ago &amp;amp; hope to utilize more of the webspace that I have been given moving forward.  My reasons for going private vary but primarily because I have noticed lately that I have some things that are weighing pretty heavy on my heart that I have wanted to write or talk to you all about... but didn't feel like sharing with the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  If you would like to be removed from my list, please let me know.  There will be no hard feelings and I totally understand since this is a responsibility that I have asked you to take on by reading and holding me accountable to a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A journey of a thousand miles, begins with the first step" -- Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-6517040111291553846?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/6517040111291553846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=6517040111291553846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6517040111291553846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6517040111291553846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/08/cutting-out-pruning.html' title='Cutting Out &amp; Pruning'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-6755255175123612962</id><published>2009-07-07T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:55:53.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Vacation (A Much Needed Break)</title><content type='html'>Last week I took my first "real" week of vacation since I started working at my job almost 1 year ago.  I say "real" week because yeah, we had a week off for Christmas break in December but EVERYONE else was off that week too!  This was a week where my co-workers were still at the office &amp;amp; I was out and about in freedom doing whatever I wanted to do!  I think I started to realize how long it had really been since I had had a significant amount of time off during the middle of June.  I started getting really irritated with some people &amp;amp; some things that were going on &amp;amp; actually at one point broke down in front of my co-workers when I tried to explain how I'm feeling.  It is something that I try to avoid at all costs but it was inevitable.  I just don't like to be totally transparent with the people I work with (until I really get to know them) because I have been burned by this flaw in my personality too many times in the past.  When people know too much about your personal life, sometimes they use it against you.  NOT COOL but it's the world we live in so... it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I started off my 12 days of freedom by going to the Rangers Game.  The Rangers totally KILLED the Padres that night (love it when the Rangers win!) and the fireworks display afterwards was really good too.  The next day was our Annual Community Band Performance in Red Oak.  It was sooo much fun!  I am a complete and total band nerd (for those of you who didn't know) and I have a blast when I get to sit around with my friends and play music that most of us are sightreading &amp;amp; trying to make it sound decent.  Then came Monday: our Hurricane Harbor outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time I was at Hurricane Harbor it was 1999.  I remember the basic set up of the park &amp;amp; most of the rides so of course, I wanted to ride it all!  Needless to say, my 21 year old body back then fared a whole lot better than my 31 year old body did this time around.  On Tuesday and Wednesday, I was SOOOO sore from walking up the stairs and ramps to get to the rides &amp;amp; basically from just being out in the Texas sun all day that day.  Also, I think I needed a whole day to recover from some of the things that I SAW at Hurricane Harbor.  Imagine the things that we used to see on DART (Dallas) x 200!  It amazes me at how many people have no concept of their appearance or how they look &amp;amp; act in public.  If you have seen me, you know that I am not a bean pole by any means (maybe some day LOL) but there were girls that were MY SIZE in string bikinis!!  No Joke!  The worst suit we saw that day was a dude in some shorty shorts (2 words.. banana hammack, if you catch my drift).  I have never seen so many tatoos on people in all my life either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend brought with it a trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas for the Annual Hoffman Family Reunion.  My aunt has a lake house on Beaver Lake and hosts this event every year.  I think we had about 50 people this year.  Some people drove from as far away as Florida!  Basically, this is chill time.  Hang out, talk, play games, catch up with the family, swim in the lake, go on the boat, jet ski, etc.  Pretty much whatever you want to do.. you can do.  Whenever I hang out with my extended family though, there is always a conflict that arises in me.  Please don't get me wrong on what I'm about to say - I am by no means perfect or saying that I am "holier than thou" but most of you know that I live my life for Christ &amp;amp; Christ Alone.  My family however, does not.  A lot of these people spit in the face of God which makes it very hard for me to live my life out in front of them because there is always a little bit of fear that they are going to ridicule me or worse yet that I would be tempted &amp;amp; fall into their pit of destruction.  In this environment, beer is put back like it's water, there is an unlimited supply of cigarettes (I think one might be able to get lung cancer from one sitting of all the second hand smoke) and the language factor is out of control!  Luckily, through much prayer, I was able to share my testimony with a few people there and felt like I was at least able to let them know where I stand as far as the way I live my life.  I will just keep praying on them that some of them will realize the error of their ways - that life is too short to be in a conflict with someone in your family and that there is more to life than beer, cigarettes and God knows what else some of them were smoking!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work today and surprisingly the time went by really fast.  I think my co-workers learned to appreciate all of the things that I do so they don't have to and that maybe things will change a bit as far as how they treat me on down the line.  I think they realized some of the stress and flat out foolishness that I have to deal with on a daily basis (yes, even Pastors give me foolishness sometimes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I know at this point.. I am going to make a real effort to write more in this thing (if I can pull myself away from the Sorority Life &amp;amp; Restaurant City on Facebook..LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it one Adventure at a Time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-6755255175123612962?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/6755255175123612962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=6755255175123612962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6755255175123612962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6755255175123612962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-much-needed-break.html' title='Vacation (A Much Needed Break)'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2905722652808475297</id><published>2009-06-22T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:28:19.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Relaunch</title><content type='html'>The blog is about to undergo some changes over the next few weeks -- starting with the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help though.  What should I call this thing?  Out of the Box just doesn't apply that much anymore because I am already in the habit of doing things that are totally unlike me.  So.. HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-2905722652808475297?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2905722652808475297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2905722652808475297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2905722652808475297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2905722652808475297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-relaunch.html' title='Blog Relaunch'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-7445969377508610432</id><published>2009-06-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:37:52.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Facebook Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;min⋅is⋅try&lt;/strong&gt; [min-uh-stree] &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; –noun, plural -tries.; def: &lt;em&gt;an act or instance of ministering; ministration; service.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic has been on my mind quite a bit lately so I thought I'd share with you all &amp;amp; entertain your thoughts on the subject.  I think that a lot of times we put this word into such a formal, organized and very methodical context when in reality, it doesn't have to be formal at all.  Yes, pastors and church staff are on church payroll and their whole job role is centered around a particular service to individuals or to an entire church but we (you and I) can be "ministers" at our jobs, in our families, in our communities, etc.  The possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really came into light for me last night at my women's bible study.  I love these ladies dearly and have already made a few friends in just 3 weeks of going there.  However, as I look around the room, I see that I am one of the youngest people there!  That may be intimidating for some people - I know it kind of was for me at first because I'm thinking "What could these women POSSIBLY learn from me?  They are more mature and wiser.. blah blah.. etc."  One of our activities last night was to have a scavenger hunt among ourselves with this pre-printed list of likes, dislikes, activities.. whatever.  We had to go around the room and find people who could sign next to each thing helping us find out a little more about them.  Well, one item on the list said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoys Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and let me tell you that once one person found out that I enjoy it.. they all wanted me to sign next to that and started asking me a TON of questions!  Opening up avenues of things to talk about other than kids, husbands or whatever they have that I don't have - it really helped me find a common ground with these women that I can take with me further in the next few weeks to start strengthening the bonds of our friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point of my story is this:  I feel like a lot of older individuals tend to look at technology and social networking, etc. as something that is taking our society further and further down the path of destruction by opening our minds to all sorts of things that we never even had to think about or worry about before.  While this may be partly true, I feel that social networking (Facebook/MySpace) can be very effective ministry tools if they are used the right way.  What do I mean by "ministry tools"?  Things that you can take advantage of to assist you in serving another person or a group of people.  I have joked for a while about my "Facebook Ministry".  I use this site as more than just a place to connect with people or play games or what have you.  There are opportunities to help people and make huge impacts in this world through using the connections that Facebook provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of personal examples that I have to close this out:  First of all, a lot of you know that I was not a Christian as a teenager or even in college.  I have reconnected with so many people who knew me in my past though and their first question is usually "When did you become religious/spiritual/Christian?"  I feel like this opens up a huge door for me to share my story with them on where I was, where I've been, and what it all means to me now (if they will hear.. some are not open to it..)  Secondly, I have a way to stay updated on people's lives and circumstances so that I know how to pray for them and I am able to "take prayer requests" sometimes too which helps ME know what to pray for but also can show others that might be reading my wall or status, what they can pray for also.  Prayer changes lives.. that one is HUGE to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I just thought I'd share a little of what is going on in my world right now.  I encourage you to pray &amp;amp; seek God's face in realizing where He might be asking you to step out and serve him - even if it is just smiling at that neighbor that you walk past every morning (another friend of mine was EXTREMELY blessed by just being able to do something that simple a while back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time (which hopefully won't be 2 months from now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-7445969377508610432?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/7445969377508610432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=7445969377508610432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/7445969377508610432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/7445969377508610432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook-ministry.html' title='Facebook Ministry'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-1160561917369696754</id><published>2009-04-28T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:53:52.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Just not my thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Camping is in the air! I guess it's because it's getting to be spring (maybe, even though it already feels like summer out there) but last weekend my 2 singles groups that I am apart of went on camping trips. Since I can't be in 2 places at 1 time, I had to choose between them and ended up choosing the one through my church a) because I am really making an effort to get to know these people more than just on Sunday mornings and b) because there was no cost. I have never been a huge fan of being outdoors. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate nature and everything that goes along with it - birds, trees, grass, dirt, wind, bugs, snakes (well, maybe not snakes), other wild animals (well, maybe not those either..), etc. being outside is just not my PLHO (Preferred Location for Hanging Out). But.. since 2009 is all about getting out of the box, I sucked it up.. packed a few necessities in a bag, grabbed my pillow &amp;amp; some blankets (yeah, I don't have a sleeping bag) and set out for my adventure! It took us about 2 hours to get to the campsite from Plano (I met a girl at the DART station where I left my car &lt;gasp!&gt;I know.. but it was really easiest). Once we pulled up, the owner of the house where we all parked (a guy in our class' dad) piled all of our stuff into his truck &amp;amp; DROVE us about 1/4 a mile down the road to the campsite. Everything was set up really nicely - tents on the side (but not too close to the trees), picnic tables to eat or play cards, campfire was going with plenty of seats to sit around it &amp;amp; enjoy being outdoors. We just had a good time hanging out with each other and enjoying each other's company. Several potty break trips up to the house were made for us girls so that we didn't have to do our business all out in the woods (and there were boys around too so you get the picture). Everything was good and well... until it was bedtime. I guess I should say, until some people decided they wanted to go to sleep. My tent actually stayed up pretty late - 1:00am these girls were ready to hit the bed. I was fine with that - I thought I probably wouldn't do much sleeping anyway because the ground is hard and there are all sorts of noises outside that you just don't hear in the comfort of your own bed at home! I laid down and had just shut my eyes when I heard chaos breaking loose outside my tent. Folks had been talking about pulling pranks on other people all night long so I started praying "Please don't let them be doing something to me or my tent!". I was just laying there on this hard ground, looking up at the top of the tent and seeing shadows and hearing whispering and talk of "saran wrap" and "are you sure this is the right place?". My first thought was.. "They are saran wrapping me in this tent!" After I saw/heard the camera flashing and the cheering coming from outside the tent, I decided I'd better make sure that nothing had happened - AND at this point I was thinking "yeah.. guess I'm pulling an all-nighter tonight". One of my tent-mates beat me to it though.. she jumped up out of bed &amp;amp; unzipped the door &amp;amp; went outside &amp;amp; started going off on people for being loud and shining flashlights while people are trying to sleep, and so on.. I was actually glad she did that! Then I could see that WE WEREN'T LOCKED IN THERE!! Praise the LORD! I just might survive after all! LOL I did, however, have to go to the bathroom (again) though so I had to go find someone to walk through the cow pasture with me (dodging cow patties the whole time) or someone to drive me to the house. I found a volunteer &amp;amp; he drove me to the house. When we got back, I decided I needed to try to sleep a little - I think I managed maybe 1 hour of sleep, if that. Ate breakfast the next morning (or same day, however you look at it) &amp;amp; had a nice time of prayer by the campfire before we headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OH, and in case you were wondering about the saran wrap - they wrapped a guy in his car because he was the first one to go to sleep!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion that I have come to is that CAMPING is... just not my thing! To each their own in this - if you invite me camping with you, please know that I will always consider your request but don't be offended if I say no. Just like if I ask you to watch High School Musical I, II &amp;amp; III marathon all in one day - I know it's just not your thing so I won't be offended WHEN you say no! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-1160561917369696754?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/1160561917369696754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=1160561917369696754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1160561917369696754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1160561917369696754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-not-my-thing.html' title='Just not my thing..'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-6292962192698889704</id><published>2009-04-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:39:08.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>April Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I apologize for slacking on the updates this month. I honestly don't know how the time has gotten away from me. It doesn't seem like it should be almost the end of April. It doesn't seem like I have been at my "new" job for going on 9 months. It doesn't seem like... I could go on but you get the picture. time is FLYING by!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a small problem right now.  Clothes.  My clothes are too big.  Before you say "That's a good problem to have" like everyone else that I have talked to, let me fill you in on why this is not totally a great thing for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New clothes require money to purchase them.  I don't have a whole lot of extra funds right now to replenish my wardrobe.   I had a lot of really cute stuff the last time I got down to this size (I am actually smaller now than even then..) but after I gained it all back, I donated a lot of my clothes to charity or gave them away to other people because I just didn't have room in my closet for them.  I kept a few things around but styles DO change!  So my dilemma at the moment is that some stuff is wayy too big and some stuff either smaller than I can wear right now or just simply out of style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem - let me disclaimer this first of all by saying that it may be too much information for some of you to handle but never the less, an issue - is that my waist seems to be the only thing that is getting smaller.  When I was a certified bra fit specialist, one of the first questions that we were trained to ask to help someone figure out why their size might have changed was "gained or lost weight".  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My girls just don't fit the mold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Gain weight = (insert size here) -- Lose Weight = (insert the SAME size here).  I don't understand it at all.  Buying new pants is not an issue but buying shirts - especially when I like to wear button down shirts for work and stuff - I run into the problem of having to buy bigger so that I'm not busting out the top of the shirt (while that serves a purpose in some social settings.. work, at least my current job, is not one of them!) BUT buying a bigger size means that the bottom of the shirt is baggy defeating the purpose of being able to be proud of this accomplishment of the smaller waist that I have worked so hard towards.  Dresses are just simply out of the question.  I honestly am at a loss here and don't know what to do!!  I thought I had it figured out back in the day by wearing minimizers but the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; minimizer that I have ever been able to find that I like wearing doesn't work with every shirt...among other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there is a time and a place for everything but putting the girls on the 90% off rack on a daily basis, in a business atmosphere, around older married men, is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; something that I want to make a habit of (or ever do at all!).  :)  There has to be some other remedy for this problem and I KNOW I have some readers who have dealt or are currently dealing with this issue.  As always, all feedback is appreciated -- and be sure to include your name (so I can either throw a flip flop at your head or thank you later!)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepin' it real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-6292962192698889704?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/6292962192698889704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=6292962192698889704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6292962192698889704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6292962192698889704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-musings.html' title='April Musings'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-391321254538203927</id><published>2009-03-27T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:07:39.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Blessed and Highly Favored: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time for Part 2:  This event has really been instrumental in shaping me and has influenced the person that I am today.  Don't get me wrong, I have NOT arrived.. but this is just another step on the pathway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Anyhow, about a year ago, the church that I was attending at the time stopped regularly doing something that I felt was EXTREMELY important in bringing followers of Christ together in worship and more importantly in bringing us into a deeper fellowship with Christ himself.  It was not one of those ritualistic things where we needed to do it this certain specific way but a regular and consistent practice was really all that I was looking for.  To completely eliminate and have no explanation as to why was a concern of mine.  I talked with the person in charge in passing at first, and then waited a few months to see what would come of it.  NOTHING.  Nada.  Zilch.  I knew that I would have to go back and address the issue again with this person in a more specific way and honestly that in itself scared me to death.  During these few months, I had seen several others who were really good friends of mine leave the church because they challenged something and it was not well received.  I didn't know WHAT was going to happen.  So I shared my concern with said person after much prayer and consideration.  He seemed open to my thoughts and concerns and I really thought that a change was going to happen.  I kept praying over the situation and located some scripture to make sure that I was dealing with everything in a biblical way.  (Matthew 18: 15-17).  I had decided to give it 30 days and see what my next step would be.  Day 28 - and still NOTHING had changed and no mention of change either.  Hmmm.. interesting, I thought.. I'm going to have to go back -- and this time take someone else with me!  So I prayed on it and located the person who would go with me &amp;amp; asked them if they would pray about going with me to talk to this person.  So the next day we get to church, and come to find out we didn't have to address the issue -- everything was set up and ready to go for what I had been asking for.. GREAT!  But then I started to question -- was this because of God changing this person's heart OR was this just being done to appease me and lead me to think that things had changed??  To this day I honestly can't answer that question for you.. but it really doesn't matter anymore at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on about my business for the rest of the summer.  Oh, one thing I forgot to mention is that I had started going to several bible studies at other churches during this time to gain different perspectives and really to see what other churches were doing and to learn more outside of the 4 walls of the church where I was on Sunday mornings.  There was tons of opposition because of that... I was learning and growing at these other places though and my only explanation for it was GOD.  At this point, insert the last blog I wrote here in my time line, read about how I was on cloud 9 after the struggles that I had been through in THAT situation!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the fall came and a few things in my schedule came up that shouldn't be major issues!!  First of all, my final class for my MBA fell on Wednesday nights which meant that I had to sacrifice going to a weekly home fellowship/small group meeting for 16 weeks to finish my Master's Degree.  I also was asked to start leading worship for a hospital ministry on Sunday afternoons which kept me from being able to go to bible study at my home church due to scheduling.  As a result, I decided to sign up for another bible study at another church that met on a different night of the week - to make sure that my cup stayed filled and that I was still immersed in God's Word other than just on Sunday mornings!  All 3 of these things brought up looks, comments and outright verbal opposition towards me which, in my opinion, is uncalled for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you think that everything was all roses for me on my end outside of these other people and their junk -- let me just tell you that God and I had it out many, many, many, many times over these issues.  I didn't like having my whole Sunday being taken from me to serve in what seemed like total rejection sometimes when we would go to that hospital... But God said, keep going.. I didn't like driving 45 minutes to an hour (in traffic) to bible study on Tuesday evenings to study the bible with women that I didn't know AT ALL.. But God said, keep going and showed me at least one reason for me to be there EVERY SINGLE WEEK THAT I WENT!  The more that I went and studied and learned and formed these relationships, it was obvious that I was missing A LOT in my spiritual life.  Finally, God said "Leave and Go to the place that I have shown you".. and I was fearful of what this meant for me.  It meant starting over, meeting new people, making new friends, unplugging from one place and plugging in at another.  It meant stepping completely outside of a box and into territory that I had faced before -- but this time I was facing it as a Christian..(huge difference). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left.  I contacted everyone that needed to know that I was leaving due to my service obligations and commitments.  I said goodbye to a lot of friends and a lot of people who had grown to be my family... and moved on.  I won't use the internet to air a bunch of dirty laundry about certain people and their opinions of all of this (specifically) but I will say that this decision -- one between me and GOD -- was NOT well received by most.  It is one that is still being questioned today (either behind my back or in some peoples' minds.. guaranteed!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I questioned my decision?  ABSOLUTELY.  Have I looked back?  OF COURSE.  BUT GOD had a plan for me and my life and when He speaks -- our only choice is to obey Him.  I guess my reason for writing all this out is to say that becoming immersed in this new church and culture has really been the thing that has given me closure on the situation.  Now it's official:  I'M NOT LOOKING BACK AND I'M NOT GOING BACK!  I dont' have any reason to!!  When you eat steak for many meals in a row there's NO WAY that you would want to go back to eating sardines!  That's how I feel about this... I have come into my own -- I found a ministry that I absolutely LOVE (choir) and am ready to give my all to that ministry however God allows me to do.  I also feel like I am making friends -- SINGLE FRIENDS -- to help me learn how healthy friendships between men &amp;amp; women are supposed to look and to be connected with people who are in the same boat as me -- SINGLEHOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my faithful readers: THANK YOU for sticking it out to the end of this blog!  I truly appreciate you!  I hope you are able to see after reading these 2 posts that the God I serve is REAL and AWESOME!  I can't wait to tell you more as He continues to show Himself to me!  :)&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/5067842684185599927-391321254538203927?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/391321254538203927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=391321254538203927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/391321254538203927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/391321254538203927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessed-and-highly-favored-part-ii.html' title='Blessed and Highly Favored: Part II'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2368927866987278123</id><published>2009-03-25T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:02:39.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deliverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highly favored'/><title type='text'>Blessed and Highly Favored!  Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With the end of March just around the corner, I just realized that 2009 is 25% of the way over.  Time is going by so fast and I am really making an effort to keep up with everything and everyone so that I don't miss anything.  That being said, I think is really important from time to time to take a step back and really evaluate where it is that you are in your journey and to reflect on some of the events that helped shape that reality.  If you have read or heard me tell the stories that I'm about to tell - great - but if not, please take a moment to reflect on my path with me - be prepared though.. this ride gets kinda bumpy at times.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined my church choir (more on this later) last week and we are singing this song this week that I thought I would share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He brought me through hard trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; He brought me through tribulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never let a day go by and not realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Had not been for the Lord who was on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back was against the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He looked out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He heard my cry and rescued me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Never let a day go by and not realize we are blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't take it for granted that we are here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just know that we're blessed and highly favored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just know that we're blessed and highly favored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As I look back through the years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's amazing how He kept me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; What the devil meant for evil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; God turned it around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Turned it around just for my good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that I am blessed and highly favored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just know that we're blessed and highly favored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare to sing this Sunday, our director asked us to take some time over the next few days to think about time(s) when God has come through for us and shown Himself and his power to us.  Below is my first example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I will start with my career right now.  I am BLESSED beyond belief by this company and the people that I work with and am CONSTANTLY reminded of how BLESSED I am on a daily basis.  I start this part of my story back in February 2007.  The economy was just starting to take its nose dive and the first thing my company did in preparation for that was to lay people off.  I was spared though and even promoted to another position in the company.  The new position carried with it TONS of job flexibility, the opportunity to truly help people who were struggling and the potential to advance up the corporate ladder into positions of leadership --- &lt;strong&gt;OR SO I THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt;...  After about a month or 2 of being in this position, the corporate culture at the company started to take a complete 180 degree turn.  The position went right back to being exactly like the position that I had been promoted &lt;strong&gt;FROM&lt;/strong&gt; and the consensus at that time between all of us there was "Look for a new job.. and fast!".  So I started doing that.  I went on interview after interview for several weeks and received nothing but rejection.  I thought.."this is the end all be all.... I will be here forever!"  After a while I just gave up on the search and went back to dealing with where I was and what I was doing at that time.  the cycle went something like this:  1) *sigh* I still have a job 2) weeks of job interviews 3) no results 4) repeat.. this continued on over and over again for the next 18 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of July 2008, it had been 6 months since I had made any of the "goals" that the company had set forth for us.  Mind you, the goals changed sometimes on a daily basis AND I was still being asked to make the goal the world's way so that management and the company would look good on paper regardless of whether or not the customer was actually helped.  In the back of my mind, I always knew that termination was a possibility but I think that reality became evident on July 9, 2008 when I got a text from my friend Miss Dallas to tell me that one of our boys had become a casualty of war -- Duane.  I could not believe it!  I was on vacation at the time and the only thing I could think about until I went back to work the next Monday was.. "surely if he was let go, my time is a-comin'".  Upon returning to work, I noticed that the whole atmosphere in our little corner of the office had changed.  None of us understood the "why" of the situation -- just that it had happened and that we could be next.  The very next day - Tuesday, July 15, 2008 was the turning point for my part of the story.  I worked for that whole day and about 4:30pm I get called into a meeting with one of the supervisors (not my own, he was out on paternity leave by this time) and the head of the department.  You can already guess what this meeting was about -- yep, my failure to make the goals for the past 6 months.  I was given a write up &amp;amp; an action plan and it didn't sit well with me AT ALL.  You have to understand something about me:  I don't get in trouble and I don't get written up.  All my life, since I was a kid, I was the model child.  All the teachers wanted 20 more just like me.  All of my employers wanted people who would be reliable, hard-working... well, you get the picture.  There was now a write-up in my file and I didn't like it!!  My fate was sure - if the goal was not met in 30 days there was a very real possibility that I would be terminated.  Bottom Line.  I went home that day (on the train) on the verge of tears with the write-up still in my hand.  I actually didn't break down until I got to my best friend's house to go to bible study that night and even then I was going to hide it from her until she asked "What's wrong with you?  You look like you're about to cry.."  (gotta love BFF's -- I sure do love mine!)  Our lesson at the study that night was over Psalm 128.  The first verse says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are all who fear the LORD, who walk in his ways.&lt;/span&gt;   There it was - God's promise that He would take care of me.. why?  Because I feared the LORD and walked in His ways.  I walked in to work the next morning with a peace about me that I hadn't felt in the longest time.  I cleaned my cubicle up that day, threw away all of the old training books and notes and materials that I knew I wouldn't need anymore.  Packed all of my personal belongings on that desk in a box (well, condensed it to one box) and put that box under my desk.  If I was going to be walked out of there for doing things GOD'S WAY; I wanted to be prepared!!  It didn't take people long to notice that I had done this.  Many of them asked me what I was doing.  I didn't really have an answer for them - just that something big was about to happen and that I needed to be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch that same day, I decided to work on Project GTFO a little and applied for two positions during that hour.  Both of them were non profit, ministry positions.  The next morning I got calls to schedule interviews with both of them .. I went to both interviews but one position stood out above the other one.  The CEO of this company had agreed to meet with me at 7am for my interview because he saw the importance of me getting to work at my job by 8am when I was supposed to be there.  The interview??  Not your typical interview.  I think the only question that he asked me was to "Tell him about myself.." - the Holy Spirit took it from there.  He said he would call me within the week.  The Vice President of the company called me the next day to do a phone interview and I had a job offer by Friday.  It gives me chills to type this but the verse on my Bible Verse Calendar on the day that I got the job read:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the LORD comes deliverance. &lt;br /&gt;May your blessing be on your people.&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 3:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUIAH!!  HE IS WORTHY TO BE PRAISED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't stop there in revealing to me what His good and perfect plan had looked like from the beginning of all of this.  Would you believe that THE WHOLE time that I was struggling through this thing -- 4 people in an office of 6 were preparing to retire??  The reason for me to go through the fire was to learn what I needed to learn about the industry, to become more spiritually mature, to witness to countless others about Jesus AND (last but not least) to wait until these other people were out the door and retired so that where I needed to be was ready and available for me!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to apply this principle to other areas of my life especially the singleness and my finances.  I constantly have to think back on this when I start to get frustrated or discouraged in all of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II of this post will be coming soon -- a little harder to write but you'll read it when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments and encouragement if you like.  :)&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/5067842684185599927-2368927866987278123?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2368927866987278123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2368927866987278123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2368927866987278123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2368927866987278123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessed-and-highly-favored-part-i.html' title='Blessed and Highly Favored!  Part I'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-1792449393499844783</id><published>2009-03-03T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:03:57.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red pen'/><title type='text'>Date? Me?</title><content type='html'>You all know that my motto for 2009 is "Get Out of The Box" and I hope that you are already seeing the changes in me through this blog. It seems like I am deciding to do something different every month but since there is already SO MUCH that I am not doing -- I think there is LOTS of room for branching out. Today, I want to talk about an area that is COMPLETELY uncharted territory. I mean, this is like the pilgrims landing at Plymouth Rock &amp;amp; having to make nice with these people (Indians) that seemed like a whole other species to them. Dating &amp;amp; relationships that could lead up to marriage are something that are actually pretty foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went on 2 dates in High School. One was to Homecoming my sophomore year: this guy asked me if he could get me a mum because his long time girlfriend had broken up with him (and honestly, I think his mom had told him to find someone to give the mum to so she wouldn't have wasted her money!). I was in band so we didn't really get to do the whole 'Homecoming' experience. We still had to sit with our instruments in a formation &amp;amp; got to go out &amp;amp; have fun after the football game. I remember my mom drove us to Bennigan's for dinner (with some other people) and this guy proceeded to drink umpteen Dr. Pepper's just because -- he could?!? I didn't quite understand what THAT was all about but I think at that point I realized that I was not going to go out with him another time so it was settled. :D The rest of high school was pretty blah in the boy department. ALL... and I mean ALL of my guy friends were either gay or taken. I had fun with them though ~ I think I was totally convinced that their happiness was much more important than mine so I was always helping them find someone whether we were on a trip out of town or at the club (gay clubs). If you've ever watched Will &amp;amp; Grace, I am totally Grace (except for the Jewish and promiscuous part). SHE even likes CAKE too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my other "date" was prom &amp;amp; I paid for EVERYTHING including his tuxedo (since I had asked him) AND since he was 2 yrs younger than me. But we were such good friends -- he was still really young.. and had a curfew.. and didnt' get to go to the after party with my friends and I. I wish I had a scanner so I could show you all our prom photo because one look at it will give you a clue about what I'm about to tell you... After high school (about a year) I was walking in the Cedar Springs/Oaklawn area here in Dallas when I hear my name being shouted down the sidewalk at me. No!! It can't be!!! Sure enough, my date was GAY and to look at his pictures now, I honestly dont' know how I didn't see it! (he majored in DANCE and is now on tour with someone famous, I'm sure.. still hot as all get out though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward from 1997 (then) to 2009 (now). I have been to college (twice). I have held 4 jobs in 8 years. I have been to and a part of more wedding showers and weddings than I care to mention (oh wait, there was cake there.. that makes it worth it!). I have become a believer in Jesus &amp;amp; stepped out in faith in soo many other areas that He has asked me to trust Him in. I'm having a really hard time with getting comfortable with building relationships with the male species. I can carry on conversations with any one of my friends' husband's for considerable lengths of time but feel like I would be speechless if I was one-on-one with someone that I really didnt' know all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why I'm bringing this up is because I have been thinking about taking a step that is SO UNLIKE ME. MORE SO than the other ones!! I keep hearing these ads for these dating services (some of them Christian -- I wouldn't do it any other way!) and my interest has been peaked. There is a huge cost for some of them though and I am not one to just drop money on something at the drop of a hat without doing extensive research (up to and including ripoffreport.com LOL). I have been hearing about one on the radio for several weeks now &amp;amp; today decided to go check out their site. I watched the video tour that they have up there and it seems legit. The cost for a profile listing is reasonable AND they say they donate some of the money that you pay to Christian charitable organizations. I am waiting to get a response back from them because I emailed the 'contact us' link on the site to ask probably the most important question that I could not locate on their site. 'What is a Christian?' (yeah, that's probably pretty important to understand before signing up on a Christian dating site). Mind you, I KNOW what a Christian is however the world has strayed away from giving a true definition of Christianity so I want to see what their statement of faith says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  I received this response back from the "support team" at said dating service.  Most of you who know me will be able to pick up RIGHT AWAY on the fact that this email made me cringe and want to run to my home office and grab my red pen &amp;amp; get to work!!!!!!  This email alone may have made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Magan&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of (insert website here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I apologize for the inconvenience you may be experiencing because of work of some links since the launching our site days ago. We thank you for your courtesy and patience while our technicians are working to overcome these delays.&lt;br /&gt;Please, make Search, read user's profiles and you'll see that many of our users are real Christians :)))&lt;br /&gt;Administration of (insert website here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that said, I'm just not sure.  Would LOVE feedback from anyone who would like to comment.  At times I have felt that sites such as these help people to "step outside" of the will of God &amp;amp; attempt to make things happen on their own.  On the other hand, I don't see anything wrong with using various outlets to help yourself be in the right place at the right time so that you can, as Tony Evans says, "be locatable".  Thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-1792449393499844783?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/1792449393499844783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=1792449393499844783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1792449393499844783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1792449393499844783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/03/date-me.html' title='Date? Me?'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-5894159759230083799</id><published>2009-02-24T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:31:11.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branching out'/><title type='text'>Getting Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SaREhJUaeLI/AAAAAAAAABw/Tc-VAERj8vw/s1600-h/new+do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306441597177198770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SaREhJUaeLI/AAAAAAAAABw/Tc-VAERj8vw/s320/new+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that my 2 week silence and not writing on my blog is due to lack of things to talk about.  There is PLENTY going on, it's just a matter of taking the time out to put it all into words and not feeling like I am just rambling on and on.  The photo to the left is a great example of some of the changes that I've been putting into place over the last few weeks.  I have never, EVER colored or highlighted my hair (well, at least where anyone else could see it).  One summer, I thought it might be fun to experiment with SunIn and make it lighter.  But I only did that on the underside of my head so that just in case I messed up, it would grow out &amp;amp; no one would know the difference.  While this project was something that most of my friends had been encouraging me to do, I can't say that they were the sole influence for me deciding to have the courage to make the change.  I had a blast picking out hairstyles online and emailing back and forth with my girls (you know who you are) in the days leading up to the "big day".  I have to say that going to the salon was a lot of fun!  I enjoyed that uneasy feeling of anticipation and thinking "I wonder what it's going to look like when she's finished".  I LOVE the way that it turned out!  I also LOVE that the way it is styled in the photo is not the end all be all.  I have experimented over the past few weeks and I guess I never really realized how versatile my hair is!  I don't think it looks the same from one day to the next -- that's not a bad thing -- it keeps things interesting and is helping me break the mold of the mudane day to day boringness that I had been feeling that I was falling in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change that I made just this past weekend was redecorating my bedroom.  When I first moved out on my own, in 2001, my thought was that, for me, apartment life was a temporary home for me so why in the world would I take the time to decorate or buy nice things or make it "mine".  I was under the impression that things like that would come along when I moved on to the next stage of living called "buying a house".  After being on my own &amp;amp; out of my parents' house for 8 years, I see that I was sadly mistaken on that line of thinking too.  The apartment that I live in now is the first one where I have really felt at home.  I have lived there for almost 2 years and have actually tried to take the time to make things nice and presentable not just for me (even though, I'm usually the only one who sees it) but for anyone who might happen to come by and visit by invite or not.  This past weekend, I bought a really nice comforter/bedding set and a decorative lamp to go along with it.  My room is completely clean and I am working really hard to keep it that way!  :)  In light of that, the past 2 nights of sleep may be some of the best that I have had in a very long time.  I am starting to see that the way you feel about your surroundings influences how you feel IN those surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 examples are just a glimpse of some of the changes that I feel like I am starting to make in my life right now.  There are a few more and while I have the space to write about them, time is not going to allow me to cover everything in detail today.  Also, when I have more time, I really want to write about the things in my life that are still really difficult for me to change and branch out in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who read this blog faithfully.  You are such an encouragement to me!  I look forward to seeing some of your comments on this post AND look forward to reading your next posts (*hint, hint.. some of you haven't been writing at ALL! -- you know who you are!**).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-5894159759230083799?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/5894159759230083799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=5894159759230083799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5894159759230083799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5894159759230083799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-out-of-box.html' title='Getting Out of the Box'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SaREhJUaeLI/AAAAAAAAABw/Tc-VAERj8vw/s72-c/new+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-1690245850698436488</id><published>2009-02-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:46:36.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Rest of the Story</title><content type='html'>I truly do apologize for leaving everyone in suspense about the rest of my weekend.  This is going to sound weird but I was so tired at one point that I couldn't sleep.  And my mind was not forming complete thoughts very well -- I guess you could call me a zombie so I had to take a break from the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all will be glad to know that I made it to the end of the weekend!  Saturday was a pretty good day with the kids.  We took them to Chick Fila for lunch &amp;amp; then to a $1 movie.  A cartoon that I had barely heard of.  It was a pretty cute little story but I think that the adults laughed more than the kids did.  Seeing as how it was the only movie rated G at that theater, we had to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was a little rough at the beginning because the kids were fighting and we were tired (the adults).  Once we got to church and got the kids in child care (free, I'll add) - things started to look up.  As I sat down in church and the music started to come on, me &amp;amp; God started to have a pretty serious conversation.  The moral of the story was that if I was going to get through the rest of this day with these kids... I needed HIM so I'd better recognize that pretty quick, change my heart &amp;amp; move on with the day.  After I did this &amp;amp; called in the prayer warriors to cover us all day long - it was a good day.  My teammate (Aunt Lindsey) had to go catch her flight at noon so from then on it was me &amp;amp; 3 kids!  Only by the grace of God did I survive.  My first course of action was to take them to McDonalds for lunch &amp;amp; LOTS of playing!  We were there for almost 2 hours... they actually came and started asking me if it was time to go yet... LOL.. never seen that happen before.  Bribery was my strategy for naptime and getting everyone to sleep.  It ACTUALLY worked!!  I told the kids that I would have a surprise for them if they all went to sleep -- they did so I got to sit in the quiet for 2 hours and watch... hearing the laughter now... HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2!!!!  :)  Don't worry, I followed up with my end of the bargain - they each got 2 cookies when they woke up!  It's the little things, right?  Mom &amp;amp; Dad arrived home around 9:30pm so while I still didn't get to finish watching the Grammy's, it was really, really, really good to have them home!  I even got souveniors &amp;amp; presents from their trip!  A Hard Rock Cafe Hurricane Glass to add to my collection AND a love offering ($$$).  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learned (just because on Project MBA we ALWAYS had to wrap things up like this):  After this experience, I still like kids (surprised?).  However, I do not like babysitting especially for a long period of time like a whole weekend.  A few hours might still be okay but extended vacations are not something that I think I specialize in.  I think that if (big IF) I ever get married and have kids, I see myself as overweight and broke because I'll spend A LOT of time at McDonald's eating those yummy french fries and spending all kinds of money on myself &amp;amp; the kids.  Just an observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-1690245850698436488?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/1690245850698436488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=1690245850698436488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1690245850698436488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1690245850698436488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/02/rest-of-story.html' title='The Rest of the Story'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2733500726799888200</id><published>2009-02-06T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:53:40.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><title type='text'>Project Daycare: Day I</title><content type='html'>Now, as most of ya'll know -- I always call the major undertakings that I start up "PROJECTS" -- today's (and the next 2 days') adventures are no different.  What exactly is: Project Daycare?  Well, my best friend decided to surprise her husband with a weekend getaway to Georgia to go eat at Paula Deen's restaurant.  He ended up finding out but nevertheless, what was he going to say? - "no, absolutely not, I won't go on this awesome trip that you've gone to so much trouble to plan for us?"  SERIOUSLY.. what guy would do that?!?  I mean, she even went so far as to call his boss to make sure that he wouldn't try any funny business like planning his OWN little trip for them by taking the day off and basically got his entire calendar cleared for the weekend so they could do this.  As far as I know at this point, the trip is going marvelously despite the fact that their itinerary for the entire trip is sitting on the coffee table in their living room.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I fit in to all of this?  Well, my friend has 3 kids - 10 yr old boy, 5 yr old girl, 3 yr old girl -- there are times when they are little angels &amp;amp; you think "aww, they're so cute and so well-behaved" and other times when you start praying for the Super Nanny to walk through the door and start giving folks the business :)  These 3 kids are my "weekend project" this weekend while their parents are out of town.  Luckily, my friend's husband has a sister who is just a little younger than me and single and she flew up from Corpus Christi so we could do this as a team effort.  After day 1, I have a new respect for single mothers.  There is NO WAY that I think I would or could find the strength to raise children on my own.  There is a reason why God created man AND woman to be helpmates for each other.  I couldn't do it on my own.  It really wasn't that bad when just one kid was there but as the others started coming home from school - the time slowed wayyy down and the drama level intensified.  One kid had to be put in time out twice for talking back to us and.. well, that might be about the worst of it.  Tomorrow, we have our day pretty much planned out which I think is important because the more that we are doing with these kids, the faster the time will seem to go by and we won't feel like we are sitting and doing nothing, ya know?  I will keep the blog as updated as possible but lesson learned for today -- if I am going to raise kids, Imma need a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last note (just for a good laugh) - I am reading this book right now called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriable: Taking the desperate out of dating&lt;/span&gt;.   I just read a quote in here that I laughed out loud at and thought I'd share.  The chapter is called Men Lie to Get What they Want:  the author says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex is the biggest bargaining tool a woman has in getting a man to commit.  Just remember you can play him the way he was meant to be played by not rewarding the big fat horny liar until you get a ring, a cake, and a binding legal document!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL.. and this book was at Mardel's - the Christian bookstore.  too funny..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-2733500726799888200?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2733500726799888200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2733500726799888200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2733500726799888200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2733500726799888200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/02/project-daycare-day-i.html' title='Project Daycare: Day I'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2288324312472523888</id><published>2009-01-30T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:12:30.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Complacently Content?</title><content type='html'>I have become really lazy about a lot of things...In the past, I have always looked for something to do when what I'm doing is finished. This applies at work, home, church, school -- where ever -- it was extremely rare to find me sitting idle twiddling my thumbs or being unproductive. Fast forward to where I see that I am right now. My job itself is not the most challenging thing that I have ever done before. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my job -- I work with 5 other God-fearing Christians who are more concerned with glorifying God through our work &amp;amp; ministry than making money. There is NO PRESSURE to skate by or even have the thought of sliding something through that might not totally 100% follow the rules. This job has challenges outside of the actual work tasks -- people skills, personalities, etc. While I am content with what I'm doing right now - I have asked myself, is there such a thing as being TOO CONTENT? Does there come a point where you are so cool with what's going on around you &amp;amp; what you're doing that you become indifferent or complacent or even borderline lazy? I am so not used to having a drama and stress free workplace. EVERY other job that I have ever worked at has had some element of discord. I guess I have spent most of my life after college looking for the "next best thing" as far as my career goes and this season where I am just seems way too good to be true. I'm not looking further than this careerwise which is a question that I get quite a bit. "You have an MBA, so what now?" -- Now is the time for me to sit back and relax and soak up all this positiveness! I have always said there is a huge difference between having a life &amp;amp; making a living. So I guess it is completely natural for me to wonder if I have "settled" (careerwise) or if this is the end all be all that God has had for me all along? I don't have the answers to these questions and I know I'm rambling - but that's what's been on my mind for the past few weeks or so. Feedback &amp;amp; comments are greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a total slacker on Project Health &amp;amp; Fitness for the past week also. I have not worked out this week AT ALL. I had a plan to work out on Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday but my excuse is that it was too cold. Well, and Wednesday there was ice all up to my doorway on the sidewalk &amp;amp; stepping outside would've probably resulted in me falling down &amp;amp; getting hurt. :( Sooo... next week is a new week &amp;amp; I will try to do better -- ugh, as I write this I can feel the burn ESPECIALLY since me and that treadmill haven't seen each other in over a week. I have kept up with the food part of my project though. Just now I ate a Lean Cuisine (Baked Chicken) and just made the comment to my co-workers that it was way to LEAN. I am still hungry but hopefully I can fight the urge to snack by drinking lots of tea &amp;amp; water &amp;amp; then eat when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post some photos from last week's trip to the Dallas Symphony Orchestra but photobucket just doesnt' seem to want to work for me today. Maybe next time... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-2288324312472523888?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2288324312472523888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2288324312472523888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2288324312472523888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2288324312472523888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/01/complacently-content.html' title='Complacently Content?'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-8332434327738023410</id><published>2009-01-21T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:43:54.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy lifestyles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration'/><title type='text'>Inauguration &amp; other ramblings</title><content type='html'>I never really remember being interested in watching the inauguration as a child.  I'm not sure why - I mean, I'm sure that we watched it but I honestly don't remember much of it.  I think the earliest "political thing" that I remember was the election back in... I guess it was 1984.. and we had a mock election in my 1st grade class.  I didn't know A THING about the candidates or the issues so I think I voted based on hearing my parents say one good thing about someone who was running.  Then when I got home, he was NOT the person my parents had voted for (or so they told me) and we never really had any other political discussions after that.  Now that I'm older, things are wayy different.  The elections that have happened in this decade (2000, 2004 &amp;amp; 2008) have been filled to the max with DRAMA and ISSUES!  I think during these times, it's really important to prioritize the qualities that you might want our next leader to have and then find a candidate who matches all or most of those.  For me, first and foremost WHOEVER is going to run our nation, city, county, etc.  MUST be a Christian.  I think all too often we set that aspect of our lives aside because it doesnt' go with what's going on around us and honestly, that kind of thinking gets us into a heap of trouble.  Also, my hope in trusting and supporting someone who is Christian is that their platform, policies, programs, etc. align with the principles that Jesus taught.  There is no gray area on this -- it's a black or white issue -- an ABSOLUTE.  I have written here before my thoughts on President Obama and the election (see November 5, 2008) - my position has not changed.  God is in total control of this nation and this world and there is absolutely nothing we can do to change it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the events leading up to the election and afterwards have not played out how I would have hoped, I was still eager to catch as much of the inauguration coverage as possible yesterday!!  I think that anyone who lives in this country therefore calling themselves an American should have wanted to watch at least some of it.  To me, it's kind of like the Olympics - it only happens every 4 years and I LOVE to see how all of the countless hours of planning and preparation all come together on the steps of the Capitol.  I am also thankful that I work for a company who went out of their way to make sure that we had every opportunity to watch this historic moment.  Granted, I had to educate some of my co-workers on the music part of things (they didnt' know who John Williams or Yo-Yo Ma was) but overall it was a great time to be able to bond with my co-workers who I am beginning to look at more as friends as I continue working with them.  I would not have changed anything about the ceremony itself (except the weather, if I could) -- the mistakes that were made in the oath taking simply show that the people on those steps are human and that things like that are going to happen.  I know I'd probably mess up something like that in front of 2 million plus people too!  :)  It was really fun to watch the parade throughout the afternoon also and talk to various people about the fashion choices of those involved.  :)  As I have said before, this nation has been and will continue to be in my prayers that our leaders will do what's right before God and that we would be a nation united and focused on GOD as our source for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things here are pretty drab.  the only excitement has been weigh in day and seeing that I lost another 3 pounds  :)  I went to try to buy some new workout clothes today (I only have 2 pairs of pants &amp;amp; am tired of washing them all the time) but I haven't found exactly what I want yet.  My task this week is trying to get my co-workers to eat healthy with me and to save money by bringing their lunch instead of going out everyday.  Please pray for me in this because it is a struggle for both me (not to be judgy) &amp;amp; them (to follow through).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-8332434327738023410?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/8332434327738023410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=8332434327738023410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/8332434327738023410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/8332434327738023410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-other-ramblings.html' title='Inauguration &amp; other ramblings'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-3165934172014481950</id><published>2009-01-16T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:55:24.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Walking vs. Running</title><content type='html'>As I sit here eating my "rabbit food" (GRASS, as our boy Duane would call it..), I have done some research on the internet about the treadmill at my apartments.  I know, there are way more exciting things to read about on the web -- or even games to play (trust me, I had to stop playing Cake Mania 3 because I was thinking about... you guessed it.. CAKE!) but I thought I'd better know how the equipment works since I have been spending so much time with it.. there is a whole write up in the owner's manual for the treadmill.  Here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: Should I walk or run?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This depends on several things such as body weight, fitness goals, and what you like to do.Walking is the safest, most&lt;br /&gt;compatible form of exercise for most people. If you’re just starting out, are new to exercise, or participate in aerobic activities&lt;br /&gt;less than three times per week, we recommend that you walk. On the other hand, if you’re an experienced runner, stick with&lt;br /&gt;your program — use your treadmill the way you want.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some considerations to keep in mind:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[1] If you’re interested in weight control, walking can burn as many calories as a moderate running pace. To get a very small&lt;br /&gt;increase in caloric expenditure, you have to run fast and, for most people, the extra effort isn’t worth it.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Your chance of losing weight successfully is far greater with walking.Walking increases your daily caloric expenditure,&lt;br /&gt;raises your metabolism, and is easier to stick with than running.&lt;br /&gt;[3] Heavy users should always walk until they’ve shed some extra pounds and are closer to their desired body weight. Extra&lt;br /&gt;weight means extra stress on joints and muscles, which in turn means residual muscle soreness.&lt;br /&gt;[4] If you’re concerned about getting a “tough” workout and don’t think walking is adequate, try walking up a hill! You can&lt;br /&gt;get just as much cardiovascular intensity (heart rate and breathing response) from walking as you can from running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t fool yourself with preconceived notions about walking -- you can sweat just as much by walking as by running.&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy! Walk. Lose weight in comfort. Avoid being sore and discouraged. After you’ve reached your target weight,&lt;br /&gt;reevaluate. If you like walking and want to stick with it, terrific. On the other hand, if some running is appealing, try it out&lt;br /&gt;and see what it’s like. Just remember that walking will get you fit and keep you fit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic (besides Project LoFat Cupcake), there is something coming up in my life that I really want to write about on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I know that you all understand that there are people who might read this who aren't supposed to know about this "thing" just quite yet.  So you will have to wait.. just thought I'd put a teaser out there.. and I'm sure that I will have some people trying to guess what it is.. :)  All I will say right now is that I am growing and learning A LOT where I am in my life right now and eventually I want to share some of that with you through this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-3165934172014481950?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/3165934172014481950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=3165934172014481950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3165934172014481950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3165934172014481950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking-vs-running.html' title='Walking vs. Running'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-4917931617295592516</id><published>2009-01-13T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:19:05.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie theater popcorn'/><title type='text'>Progress Report: Week 1</title><content type='html'>A couple of things I forgot to mention yesterday... First of all, I didn't say that even though this project has proved to be a mental exercise for me - I did overcome one weakness over the weekend.. movie theater popcorn....I went to the $1 movies on Saturday morning &amp;amp; thought "I'd really like some of that popcorn.. oh well, I'm planning on coming back for another movie this afternoon, I'll get it then.."  I ordered my Coke Zero (only) and went to my seat.  When I arrived for the second movie (High School Musical 3, in case you were wondering..) the concession stand line was so long so I just kept walking through the turnstile to the movie...  I think that popcorn is okay, in moderation.. and not with all that butter and fat piled up on it... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that rabbit trail, the real purpose of today's blog is to fill you in on my progress.  As some of you know, I went to the doctor last week &amp;amp; that is what I'm using as my "starting weight".  As of today at 12pm CST, I have lost 4 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dallas says.. 1 pound at a time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have 33 more pounds to go to hit the goal that the doctor gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-4917931617295592516?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/4917931617295592516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=4917931617295592516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4917931617295592516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4917931617295592516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/01/progress-report-week-1.html' title='Progress Report: Week 1'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-3246153305278507367</id><published>2009-01-12T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:24:00.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trudging Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;trudge [truhj]: &lt;/strong&gt;to walk, esp. laboriously or wearily: to trudge up a long flight of steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... it is DEFINITELY trudging..&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 of my journey is complete and let me just say that I have learned A LOT so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  In order for this to work, you HAVE to eat SOMETHING!!!  (at least I do..) -- trying to get by on water &amp;amp; protien meal bars during the day and then eating a normal dinner is just not going to cut it.  Don't get me wrong, I think one thing that is really working for me right now is these bars at certain times of the day -- but not as the primary form of sustenance.  &lt;strong&gt;LESSON LEARNED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Peer pressure:  It seems like there is always SOMEONE telling me what they are or aren't eating right now OR the ever present temptation to scrap the whole thing &amp;amp; either start all over or just not do it at all!  I was thinking about this one today &amp;amp; then I realized that Project Fitness is about more than just physical health &amp;amp; training.  It also includes the battlefield of the mind.  :/ &lt;br /&gt;For example, every time I think about having to get on that treadmill &amp;amp; start sweating and hurting and all that jazz, there is this voice in my mind that says "well, yeah, you could do that... but... you'll feel MUCH better after you go workout" - I know, it's a hard concept even for me to grasp at first but I have found this to be true.  My walk home from the workout room to my apartment always FEELS alot shorter than my walk there.  Same speed, same amount of time, same everything but getting there is always harder than coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the temptation to eat whatever I want.. "just because I worked out".. like yesterday, when my friends &amp;amp; I went to lunch after church.  They chose the location - because they thought it had a playground for the kids (which I TOTALLY understand) - but my 2 biggest weaknesses are a) McDonalds French Fries &amp;amp; b) ARBY'S CURLY FRIES!!!!  So as I stood in line to order, I thought "I could totally devour one of those beef &amp;amp; cheddar sandwiches right now and... c u r l y f r i e s!!!!!!!!!"  But the more I stood there, the more I thought about how much harder it would be for me to get back on the treadmill today with all of that grease running through my veins!  :)  I was good... I got a salad.. those are the kinds of conscious decisions that I am having to make though on a day by day, hour by hour basis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow will be weigh-in day so I can see how much progress I have made over this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-3246153305278507367?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/3246153305278507367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=3246153305278507367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3246153305278507367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3246153305278507367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/01/trudging-along.html' title='Trudging Along'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-228792208631369075</id><published>2009-01-07T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:24:48.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Project Health &amp; Fitness: The Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>One of my resolutions for 2009 is to take better care of myself - physically and mentally.  I normally don't make resolutions of any kind because I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT keep them - plus I don't really see the point in "resolving" to do something that you should already be doing anyway.  But, I went ahead this year and decided to force myself into a... er.. goal (that's what I'd rather call them).  I have written on here before about my previous attempt at losing weight - walking 5 days a week, my McDonald's fast, cutting back on soda &amp;amp; drinking mostly water and tea... I think the Christmas holidays got the best of me.  I stopped watching what I was doing and honestly I actually stopped caring!!  So now, here we are, January 7, 2009 and I am ready to make the commitment! &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my doctor gave me a goal of losing 40 pounds.  I think that's a reasonable challenge as long as I stick to what I need to do.  Between August &amp;amp; end of November I lost 14 pounds - more than I've ever been able to lose before just by doing simple things like not eating at McDonald's (my biggest weakness) and upping my metabolism with a little exercise.  I was talking to my friend Dallas last night and we were both picking each other's brains on stuff that we have done or are going to try to make Project Health &amp;amp; Fitness a successful one.  After the support that we both gave each other during project GTFO (ask me if you didn't know about that one - I'll be happy to fill you in), TOGETHER we can accomplish all of our goals (whatever they may be).  You are all invited alongside me on this journey.  I will do my best to update my progress here on the blog and please, please, PLEASE feel free to leave your comments, suggestions, encouragements or discouragements for me along the way.  I welcome any and ALL feedback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am finishing up bottle #4 of water for today and my South Beach Living Crispy Meal Bar lunch I have to ask the question: It can't be THAT hard right??  I mean, I see other people do it all the time.  What do they do?  What keeps them motivated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-228792208631369075?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/228792208631369075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=228792208631369075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/228792208631369075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/228792208631369075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-health-fitness-journey-begins.html' title='Project Health &amp; Fitness: The Journey Begins'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-1260677725856691899</id><published>2008-12-09T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:34:04.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Apartment's New Look (at least for the next 3 weeks or so)</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post some photos of my Christmas decorations since some of you (ahem.. CAM) are not on facebook OR myspace ~ I haven't really wanted to decorate or do a tree in about 4 years so keep in mind that all of this is a HUGE step for me! I like it though -- I just haven't had a chance to really sit and just admire it...  (FYI, if you click on the photo you can view the whole thing -- I don't know why it's not letting the whole picture show on here.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0783.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/100_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0787.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/100_0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0789.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/100_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-1260677725856691899?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/1260677725856691899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=1260677725856691899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1260677725856691899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/1260677725856691899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-apartments-new-look-at-least-for.html' title='My Apartment&apos;s New Look (at least for the next 3 weeks or so)'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-3743445466632885030</id><published>2008-12-05T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:00:47.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call it Christmas -- for goodness sakes! | MissMegan85's Xanga Site - Weblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.xanga.com/MissMegan85/399129328/just-call-it-christmas----for-goodness-sakes.html&gt;Just call it Christmas -- for goodness sakes! | MissMegan85's Xanga Site - Weblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-3743445466632885030?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/3743445466632885030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=3743445466632885030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3743445466632885030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/3743445466632885030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-call-it-christmas-for-goodness.html' title='Just call it Christmas -- for goodness sakes! | MissMegan85&amp;#39;s Xanga Site - Weblog'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-8446597812392063250</id><published>2008-12-03T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:39:06.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas cards'/><title type='text'>Part III - Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>I just bought my Christmas Cards!!  They are way cute and didn't cost me near as much as I thought they might (coupons are a life saver!) -- so if I have your address, then you should receive yours sometime this month!  I'm sending my cards out much later than I normally do this year because I have to wait for another paycheck to buy the postage.  LOL I'm glad I can be "real" out here in blog land.  I put a lot of thought into my cards every year though so I hope that they are a blessing to you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In years past, I have thought about doing all sorts of things - Christmas letters, cards and even this year I thought about doing a Christmas photo - but then I changed my mind because I kinda want to save that for the next chapter in my life - like with the husband  (hopefully) and the kids (big stretch but it could happen).  Christmas cards are a big deal at my house, they have been since I was a kid.  My dad used to get out the roll-o-dex and his favorite pen and start writing all sorts of letters to people in his cards.  I think once we moved to Texas, my mom got on the bandwagon and did the same thing for HER relatives.  When cards came in the mail, they wrote down who they got one from, not so that they could "keep track" (at least I dont' think) but just so they would know if they got the addresses right, etc.  Well.. following in their footsteps, the digital age helps me to be even more anal about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; cards!!  First there is the updating of the database - yes, I know I'm only 31 yrs old but I have a list of over 100 friends alone that I like to keep in touch with.  I like to hear from them and see the pictures of them and their kids -- oohh.. we'll get to the photos in a second.  Used to be that my reason for keeping up with the list so well was so that I could INSURE that they were all notified of my wedding shower, wedding, baby shower, etc. since I invested my time and energy in all of theirs.  I have people who call or email me all the time to get so-and-so's new address because most everyone knows that I keep track of folks really well!  This is going to sound crazy but I also keep most every card - birthday/Christmas/whatever - that I get in my filing cabinet because it is fun to go back and read them years down the line - especially the newsletters - to see how people's lives have changed.  A lady at bible study gave me a really great idea for using the cards throughout the year so if you send me a card, you will find out what that is..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to those Christmas photos - just know that if you send one to me, you go on the hall of fame - my refrigerator.  Trust me, other people like to look at that kind of stuff when they come over here and I like to be reminded of you everytime I go to open up the fridge ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had better get started  - until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-8446597812392063250?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/8446597812392063250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=8446597812392063250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/8446597812392063250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/8446597812392063250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-iii-christmas-cards.html' title='Part III - Christmas Cards'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-4815332857959703629</id><published>2008-12-02T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:12:13.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHRIST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Holidays - Part II - The Music</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving and everything that goes with it (the food, the family, the family drama, the shopping, the days off of work) FINALLY got here and is already gone away.  BUT, really all that means is that it was/is FINALLY time to break out the Christmas music!!  I'm a firm believer in "Keeping the THANKS in Thanksgiving" so I kept my Christmas CD's stowed away until the right time.  Some, however, did not do the same thing - I was at Wal-Mart a few weeks ago and yes, they were ALREADY playing it.  And they were playing Handel's Messiah none the less which I dont' normally associate as a Christmas song (more so EASTER) but I guess since we were keeping CHRIST in Christmas I'll let it slide.  Actually, the more that I've listened to traditional "Christmas" music so far - especially the hymns - I am seeing that these songs apply to more than just Christmas.  Quite a few of them talk about JESUS and CLEARLY tell us who is is and what He came here to do.  That's the message of Christmas that I hope everyone understands this holiday season and all year long.  There's a local radio station here in Dallas that prides itself on "keeping CHRIST in Christmas" but yet every other song on their station so far is about "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" - I don't get that at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note - here is one of my FAVORITE Christmas videos - at least it has been since I was a teenager (okay, I was in college when it came out!  LOL)  ENJOY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTRPEWoAnq8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTRPEWoAnq8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-4815332857959703629?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/4815332857959703629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=4815332857959703629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4815332857959703629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4815332857959703629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-part-ii-music.html' title='The Holidays - Part II - The Music'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-5462205501960204915</id><published>2008-11-24T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:42:24.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Holiday Preparations - Part I - FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my favorite things about this time of year is.. well, a LOT of things..  Since I'm eating right now, I'll start off with the FOOD.  I dont' know about ya'lls houses but at my house - we go ALL OUT when it comes to Thanksgiving, Christmas and even New Year's Day meals.  Everyone in the family has a specific dish that they are assigned to bring/make.  Mom usually covers the turkey and the pumpkin pies (but mom's pies don't hold a candle to Grandma's.. anyway..), Dad makes the salads - regular salad, pasta salad, strawberry jello salad and his delicious chocolate layered dessert.  My sister is in charge of the mashed potatoes -- mainly to insure that we have them EVERY year -- there was this one year where we picked up our Thanksgiving dinner to go to an extended relative's house, we get there and lo and behold -- &lt;strong&gt;NO MASHED POTATOES!!&lt;/strong&gt;  A few of my cousins and I STILL reminisce about that year.. LOL.  My job is the broccoli/rice/cheese casserole.  I have already made my first batch of the year - a test run, if you will, over the weekend.  We had a massive Thanksgiving feast last Friday night at Bible Study -- our leaders are AWESOME!  They turned their one bedroom apartment into a dining area that seated 30 (yes 30 people!).  We had a really great time but there was sooo much food leftover!  I guess that's my next favorite part of the food is the leftovers - we usually eat on this food for days and then personally, I've had my fill for the year.  I LOVE Thanksgiving food but too much of a good thing in this case, is a bit much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, as of today, I have a 7 pound smoked turkey in my freezer.  Apparently, my boss started a "tradition" last year of giving all the employees a turkey for Thanksgiving and we got ours today.  I have no idea what I'm going to do with this thing!!  I mean, I plan on eating some of it but not all by myself.  Looks like I'll be surfing recipes.com or Rachael Ray or Bobby Flay to find some turkey recipes to use with it.  Any suggestions?  (I know there are a few closet chefs out there that read my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;COUNTDOWN: 4 more days until Christmas music (which may be my 2nd favorite thing about this time of year..)  more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-5462205501960204915?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/5462205501960204915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=5462205501960204915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5462205501960204915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5462205501960204915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-preparations-part-i-food.html' title='Holiday Preparations - Part I - FOOD'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-4807025074272643449</id><published>2008-11-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:26:55.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God Know What He's Doing?</title><content type='html'>We've made it!  Wednesday, November 5, 2008 -- The election is over and America has spoken - Barack Obama is the President-elect of the United States of America.  There was no question about it once the votes were in.  We didn't have to wait until all hours of the night or even still sit here in the days and weeks following election day wondering who our new leader would be.  The American people - made up of all ages, races, genders, sexual orientations, religions, etc. - had the opportunity to participate in making history.  That is the beauty of America and more importantly of democracy - look around at other nations and their election processes and you'll see that most of the rest of the world does not have the ability to make that much of an impact in the future of their country like we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to D-Day (decision day), I heard countless people (a LOT of them professing Christians) say "Whatever happens, God is in control" or "God's will be done." (or something to these effects).  Why today do I hear some of these same people grumbling and complaining about the outcome and truly expressing their overall dissatisfaction with the way things went down yesterday.  A couple of things to remember: a) You voted right?  Your voice was heard whichever candidate you placed your support behind and b) GOD IS SOVEREIGN and TOTALLY IN CONTROL of this thing.  Who are we to question HIS knowledge and authority.  He KNEW the outcome before we even voted!!!  (and actually long before that..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Christian perspective, we have no option but to submit to the authority that God has placed over us in this situation.  In Romans, Paul says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves.&lt;/em&gt;  Romans 13:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice a few things in this passage: the word EVERYONE.  Everyone=Everyone -- that means you and me and whoever else.  Also, rebelling against this authority is rebellion against God.  I dont' know about YOU, but I don't want to knowingly turn away from God.  Therefore, I must humbly accept what God has done and is doing with this situation and continue to read, study and align myself with God's word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Huckabee's Blog said this this morning (and I agree):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was not my choice, but he will be my President and I will pray for him to lead this great nation with God's help and grace. He will face serious challenges to lead our country and he will need all Americans to give him a chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;God knows what He's doing.  Has He ever been wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-4807025074272643449?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/4807025074272643449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=4807025074272643449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4807025074272643449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4807025074272643449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-god-know-what-hes-doing.html' title='Does God Know What He&apos;s Doing?'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-4792202716336871461</id><published>2008-10-22T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:57:58.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weakness (well, one of MANY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/?action=view&amp;amp;current=arch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/Megs85114/arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 36 days since I had McDonald's french fries.  36 DAYS!!!  I even WENT to McDonalds the other day &amp;amp; got a salad...  and a diet coke... wish I could type "and french fries" but... will-power.. I'm surprised that I have been able to do it to be completely honest with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I am now down 13 lbs since August 22nd so I guess I have that to show for it.  It's almost time to go buy new clothes - a LOT of what I have doesnt' fit correctly.  I'll have to see how that fits into my budget at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep eating those fries &amp;amp; Big Macs in honor of me.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-4792202716336871461?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/4792202716336871461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=4792202716336871461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4792202716336871461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4792202716336871461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weakness-well-one-of-many.html' title='My Weakness (well, one of MANY)'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-5540536561349324541</id><published>2008-09-17T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:55:25.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad attitudes'/><title type='text'>Birthday #31</title><content type='html'>September 16, 2008: All week long, I have been celebrating being alive for yet another year. #31 - closer to 40 than I've EVER been before but still close enough to my 20's that I don't feel like I have left them behind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best word I could come up with to describe my actual birthday when someone asked me how it had been was 'interesting'. It was definitely a day filled with a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs as well as a range of emotions from sky high to borderline low. Started things out by leaving the house for work. In all of the years that I have been working, I don't EVER remember having to work on my birthday because I always took the day off but since I have only been where I'm at for a little over a month -- I didn't want to use my ONLY personal day that I've earned so far for something like my birthday.. Soo, I went to work. One of my co-workers had baked me a cake (Lemon Pound with powdered sugar on top) so we had a mini office b-day party and all ate a piece by the water cooler (literally). Granted, it was no "Cake By Anita" by ANY MEANS but still the thoughtfulness was what I was most impressed with. These people have known me for a little over a month and they put this little party together without me really knowing anything about it. Cool stuff, if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided at the beginning of the day that I was going to treat myself to a lunch of some sort so when it came time - Beth (my co-worker) and I headed down to McDonalds (aka the BEST restaurant EVER!) Keep in mind that I have been eating extremely healthy for the past 4 weeks now -- salads/sandwiches/crackers/tuna etc for lunch... drinking mostly water &amp;amp; tea and diet sodas -- but I was CRAVING a Big Mac and some french fries. It was good when I ate it but as the afternoon went on and my body realized that it wasn't used to having that much fat/calories in one sitting -- I started to feel a little ill -- not to the point of barfing all over the place but that hamburger definitely sat in my stomach for a good long while. I didn't even eat dinner because of it -- I just didn't feel up to it. And LORD knows there is no telling what I will weigh this week when I get on that scale on Friday. So much for progress, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I headed home (traffic still sucks so keep praying for me!) to change clothes and go spend my 40% off coupon that I got from Borders. I bought Will and Grace: Season 8 since thanks to my friend Dusty, season 7 should be here by Monday. Then I got on the road to Denton for Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I drove though and sat in traffic and did everything I could to think a positive thought - the more negative it got on my car. Just some background on Tuesday nights -- my BFF Erica and I are supposed to go to Bible Study (Titus 2) together on Tuesday nights BUT for the past 2 weeks Erica has been busy/behind on her homework/sick and hasn't been able to go with me. The same is true for last night ~ so here I am, driving to Denton (from Plano) ON MY BIRTHDAY to a Bible study where I don't know very many people and you better believe I am sitting there asking "WHY" the whole way there. "&lt;em&gt;You know, I could just turn back around, go home, put on some Will &amp;amp; Grace: Season 8 and pass the night away in a highly vegitative state" &lt;/em&gt;But I kept on and got to Bible study -- I really was glad that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in, a woman who I had only met 1 week before comes up to me with a bag and says "You know, you reached out to me on facebook last week...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, let me insert this side note ** This will make some of you who know me as the "myspace/facebook STALKER" laugh -- BUT, at Bible study whenever we breakup into groups to pray, I ALWAYS make it a point of writing down the people in my group's names (with a big class of around 30 people, I have yet to be in the same group with the same people) so that I will remember them but then I go one step further &amp;amp; take their email addresses and see if they are on facebook - just another way for me to get to know people &amp;amp; for us to correspond throughout the week (if they want to) -- OK, back to the story..**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman, whom I had only met the week before says: "You know, you reached out to me on facebook last week and I noticed something about you.. it's your birthday today!"  She hands me the bag which has a plate of cookies in it &amp;amp; says "Come on, we're going to go pass these out to the class and have them sing.."  I was completely and totally FLOORED!!  I teared up... OK, I cried a little... - to think that I had such a bad attitude about driving and traffic and Erica's absence etc. and wanted to turnaround and go home but God kept me going because HE KNEW what was going to be waiting for me when I got there.  I'm telling you guys, that is the depth of His love for us -- He sees the other side when we can't even see 2 steps in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's been my week and as the time goes on, God continues to show me that there IS a purpose for everything that's happening even when I don't see it.  I have another story about this morning (Thursday) but it will have to wait because I just got 5 files put back on my desk at work today so it's time to get started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-5540536561349324541?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/5540536561349324541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=5540536561349324541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5540536561349324541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5540536561349324541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-31.html' title='Birthday #31'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-6953882379856668568</id><published>2008-09-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:32:00.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DART'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Food</title><content type='html'>Well, since it's been about a month since I wrote anything... I guess I'd better -- I mean, afterall, Dallas wrote SOMETHING to appease me  (evil) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially been at my new job for a grand total of 38 days.  I really feel like things are starting to come together there as I keep learning how to find my way around the office and the never-ending paper trail that goes with it.  I have gotten closer to my co-workers but we are not as close as I was to all of my awesome friends at... the big red building...  To those of you that are still there:  I have not forgotten about you.  You have the ability to read my blog, email me, call me, text me just like anyone else.  I pray for you all DAILY as I drive by the building in hopes that your deliverence is forth coming and if it isn't that you are able to discern God's will on your life in having you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office started this contest called "The Biggest Loser" where the goal is to see which team can lose the largest percentage of their body weight by the week before Thanksgiving.  We started on August 21st.  So far, I have lost 5 lbs.  My personal goal is to lose a little bit each week.  I dont' really have a target weight and who knows if we will even win the contest, the way we are looking at it, we are establishing a pattern of eating &amp;amp; discipline that will help us to stay healthy.  My diet consists of (usually):  a Slim Fast shake for breakfast, salad or a sandwich for lunch, and a sensible dinner.  Wow, I sound like a commercial  LOL.  I have been drinking A TON of water and tea and keeping the soda to a minimum, even then drinking Diet Coke or Coke Zero.  Let's just say I can tell it's making a difference because I am in the potty more often.. which is okay especially since I am not chained to my desk -- I am still trying to break myself from that though and have often found myself thinking "I'll go in 5 minutes or when I'm done with this.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have tons more to write/update but I must catch some "zzzzz" right now.  I am going to make an attempt to use DART tomorrow -- mainly because traffic in the evenings is a major cause of stress and frustration for me -- and secondly because I have this nice pass that I paid for in June ($90) and it expires in December so I need to start trying to get my money out of it.  Please pray for me in this DART endeavor.  I have to get off of the train &amp;amp; hop on a bus to get me to my office and that makes me nervous.  Hmm.. now that I have a camera phone though, I can catch a few more DART moments on film like me &amp;amp; Dallas used to do when we rode together  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-6953882379856668568?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/6953882379856668568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=6953882379856668568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6953882379856668568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/6953882379856668568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/09/rabbit-food.html' title='Rabbit Food'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-4133462647219545868</id><published>2008-08-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:40:37.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star-spangled banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Olympic Fever!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE the Olympics!  For as long as I can remember, my family would sit around every 2 years (either in the winter or the summer) and watch them for the entire time they were on.  I remember all sorts of historical moments ~ from figure skating to speed skating to gymnastics to basketball to swimming, etc. ~ It's a shame that during the time when the Olympics &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; on that I forget just what all the excitement and hype is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have been watching this video ALL day long and it hasn't gotten old yet ~ the men's 4 x 100m freestyle relay may have been the MOST exciting moment in sports that I have ever seen ~ better than Dirk hitting a last second shot against the Suns to send it into overtime, better than Christian Laettner in the NCAA Championship sealing the win with a buzzer beating shot.. I could keep going but you get the picture.. Here is a link to the video in case you missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/video/share.html?videoid=0811_hd_swb_hl_l0194"&gt;http://www.nbcolympics.com/video/share.html?videoid=0811_hd_swb_hl_l0194&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet makes the olympics that much more fun because if you don't watch during "prime time" (especially when you don't have a good TV -- my antenna on NBC SUCKS!) you can catch up online later or the next day.  Also, Anna and I have concluded that we like the arrangement of the Star Spangled Banner that they are using during the medal ceremonies.  I know, we are such music nerds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-4133462647219545868?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/4133462647219545868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=4133462647219545868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4133462647219545868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/4133462647219545868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-fever.html' title='Olympic Fever!'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-5685466421066300298</id><published>2008-08-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:06:17.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Maybe the Best day.. EVER!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness..  I had such a good day today!  This new adventure I am on is wayy more than I could have ever hoped or dreamed of!  I actually came home this afternoon feeling RELAXED and totally calm and not stressed out.  I didn't know work could make you feel that way.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. what was so great about this day?  Well, for starters, when I woke up this morning I was actually motivated to look my best and get to work -- on time.  They showed me around the office and the building a bit and I most definitely liked what I saw there!  First of all, my computer that was being set up -- get this -- was in my OFFICE.  Yes, you read that correctly.. not a cubicle, not a desk in the corner or in the basement but 4 walls and a door that are all mine! (I will take pictures once I have decorated the way I want.. the High School Musical stuff isn't ready to come out yet though.. I know Dallas/Mert/Cam.. you'll be glad to know that!)  There is also a break room area in the building with free iced tea &amp;amp; coffee and free frozen yogurt!  My co-workers are very cool as well.  One lady I work with decided that she would take me out for lunch so went went to this Mexican restaurant that was mucho bueno (but not taco bueno).  I thought it was very sweet of this woman to treat me plus it gave us an opportunity to get to know each other a little bit.  I'm already making friends..  :)&lt;br /&gt;I just really felt the positive vibe around the office the whole day long!  Each and every one of the 5 people that work there, came to me at one point or another today and said "We're really glad that you're here!" ~ I don't think I was EVER told that at my previous job..  LOL  So then it gets to be about 4:30pm and everyone starts packing up to go home ~ yep, my day ends at 4:30pm and I still get 1 hour for lunch.  How much does that rock?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day didn't stop being fantastic when I got off work though.  I went to Spaghetti Warehouse for dinner with my friend Zoila and I found a $20 bill on the ground under our booth.  We used it to buy our dinner and didn't pay a dime for it!  It's like God just took the cup of blessing and dumped it out on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am hoping that tomorrow will bring more of the same for me.. but I know that if I don't get some sleep, there's no use in it so I must leave now.  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-5685466421066300298?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/5685466421066300298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=5685466421066300298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5685466421066300298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5685466421066300298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-best-day-ever.html' title='Maybe the Best day.. EVER!'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-675900501660032826</id><published>2008-08-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:28:58.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><title type='text'>A Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Time for Everything&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 There is a time for everything,        and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;br /&gt; 2 a time to be born and a time to die,        a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;br /&gt; 3 a time to kill and a time to heal,        a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;br /&gt; 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,        a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;br /&gt; 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,        a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;br /&gt; 6 a time to search and a time to give up,        a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;br /&gt; 7 a time to tear and a time to mend,        a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;br /&gt; 8 a time to love and a time to hate,        a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt; 9 What does the worker gain from his toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on men. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. 13 That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. 14 I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily reading and thoughts about this day that I'm having today let me to open God's word to the book of Ecclesiastes and reflect on everything that I and we (my friends &amp;amp; co-workers and I) have been through during this season of our lives.  There is a reason for EVERYTHING under the sun &amp;amp; while we weren't able to see around or through the purpose for many of the trials that we have been on together ~ we can be assured that since the Bible = TRUTH, that there is a reason and a purpose for what has happened and continues to happen with us.  I can go back to all of those things that the writer of Ecclesiastes (who is Solomon, I believe) noted &amp;amp; give you an example of something that we have been through that falls under that umbrella.  I don't really want to go over each and every one of them but I know that they are there ~ and I am a stronger person and have more faith than I have EVER had before because of what I've been through.  I didn't believe it when people told me that I would be stronger but I totally feel that way on the other side of this mountain that I just climbed for the past almost 2 years.  Don't get me wrong, I still have room to grow because we will never fully "arrive" ~ We are works in process as long as we are Christ's until the day he comes to take us into eternity with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cried about this today (was on the verge earlier when I was talking to Cam.. but I held back).  Monday is a whole new slate and a whole new adventure as I move on to my next journey.  I cannot look back or be scared to step out in this ~ the LORD has been with me this far &amp;amp; I am confident that He will continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-675900501660032826?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/675900501660032826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=675900501660032826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/675900501660032826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/675900501660032826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time for Everything'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-8383780951463714214</id><published>2008-07-27T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:13:34.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Fade</title><content type='html'>In preparation for my upcoming exit interview (you know, that thing that you have to do when you LEAVE a job!), I decided to go back to my old blog &amp;amp; reminisce about when I first started working at good 'ol HFN (at the time).  Here is an excerpt from that blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1 is complete!!  It actually wasn't bad at all.  It has been so long, I had forgotten how much paperwork you always have to fill out on the first day of work.  No wonder my employees used to get so bored on their first days -- at least I didnt' have to go over benefits w/ them!!  I'm actually glad that I'm not an HR person cuz that stuff SUCKS!!  Or at least, explaining it sucks.  There are some really cool people in my training class.  I think we'll get along just fine.... I think we actually get to start learning stuff tomorrow so that'll when the fun truly starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's highlights:&lt;br /&gt;** FREE SOCKS!!  -- yes, I know I used to sell them and get free ones at my other job too -- but you can never have too many socks!!  (Just one of the perks.. along w/ my paperweight..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;** Free picture frame!! -- to make us feel more at home at our desk.. we get to choose a favorite photo to display -- I may have to change mine out periodically to keep things interesting..** **Free lunch!!  -- ok, so that part sounded good in the beginning but in reality, it was some really tough roast beef that was catered in from somewhere (I should find out where so I NEVER go there..)  I broke my plastic fork trying to cut this mess.. it was sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;  **  This one may be my favorite one of all..&lt;br /&gt;FREE TAMPONS (and other hygenie needs)!!   lol -- Yeah, instead of having a little machine, they just have them on the counter for ya.. just in case.. Sorry, I just think that's cool -- another example of going above and beyond (and that's wayy above in my opinion..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, we also have the chance to get some really awesome stuff when we've worked there for a year.  Here's my other favorite thing -- a company LETTER jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This surely can't be the same company that I work (at least for another 5 days) for now!?!  To look at what it is now is like NIGHT AND DAY but trust me, it didn't change overnight.  Makes me think of a song I was listening to the other night that talks about this same concept -- one step to the left (outside of right) doesn't always make an impact right away but the farther &amp;amp; farther away you get from rightness, you see a deterioration of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a slow fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Casting Crowns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-8383780951463714214?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/8383780951463714214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=8383780951463714214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/8383780951463714214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/8383780951463714214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/07/slow-fade.html' title='Slow Fade'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-5768936385047660758</id><published>2008-07-25T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:19:27.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission accomplished'/><title type='text'>Today is the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Remember what I wrote in my previous post about having A LOT to say in the near future?  The day has arrived.. I just don't have time to say it all right now :)  LOL.  (this is going to be a process).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I guess I'll start with this:  Today when I got to work and looked at my calendar, the bible verse said &lt;em&gt;The LORD is your deliverance (psalm 3:8).  &lt;/em&gt;While I knew that was true true true, I had no idea what it would look like for me today ~ well, here goes:  I put in my notice - 1 week notice - in 10 days I will be embarking on a new opportunity.  Can I say that I am thoroughly EXCITED beyond belief!?!&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;If I knew how to get to the rooftop at Cityplace, I would've been up there SHOUTING PRAISE to the LORD from there.  Instead, I was jumping up and down in Latina's cubicle  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So there's your little taste of what I've experienced today - stay tuned.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-5768936385047660758?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/5768936385047660758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=5768936385047660758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5768936385047660758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/5768936385047660758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day!'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067842684185599927.post-2005076715137978252</id><published>2008-07-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:06:58.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting All Over Again</title><content type='html'>At the inspiration of my good friend &lt;a href="http://theroyalball2008.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Dallas Dixon&lt;/a&gt;, I have decided to start blogging again.  It has been about a year since I have been in the mood to write but... I have a feeling that I may have A LOT to say in the near future so it's probably best to get started on this now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone read it?  I'm not sure.  I don't think that should keep me from my writing though.  We shall see... and since it's now 1:04am (or there about) ~ we shall see what I come up with as my first topic of discussion.. tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear my bed calling my name ~ I'd better tend to it  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067842684185599927-2005076715137978252?l=missmegan85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/feeds/2005076715137978252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5067842684185599927&amp;postID=2005076715137978252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2005076715137978252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5067842684185599927/posts/default/2005076715137978252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmegan85.blogspot.com/2008/07/starting-all-over-again.html' title='Starting All Over Again'/><author><name>MissMegan85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14239209671635066795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eYtfC0a5ECg/SdDwpOnCTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bKkmXfOF7SA/S220/march+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
