<?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-3861574738023162047</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:24:32.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing the promise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1159874372213274462</id><published>2012-01-27T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:11:13.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To start a journal blog or not..that is the question.</title><content type='html'>As I was lying in my bed last night. I was wondering what I did with my journal that I starting writing about. It took me less then 5 seconds to find it. :) I found it on my mini dresser at the foot of our bed. SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;Journaling has always been important to me. A way to share and express myself in my writing. So when I found one of my journals, I was very excited. This particular journal that I found last night has been one of my favorites. In it, I share all my experiences from being an army brat. I split this journal into chapters. Each chapter is about a state that I lived in. It contains all my recalling of my memories of being in different schools, different social clicks, and even how each base had different leisure activities. All through the eyes of an 15 year old. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in need of some advise. I'm thinking about posting some of them on my blog. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1159874372213274462?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1159874372213274462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1159874372213274462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1159874372213274462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1159874372213274462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-start-journal-blog-or-notthat-is.html' title='To start a journal blog or not..that is the question.'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7444818226196361740</id><published>2011-09-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:52:59.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>So, some of us have grown up knowing the hymen "Trust and Obey". I was just thinking was does trust really in tale for us. I looked up trust in the Webster's Dictionary. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;"Trust (n). Confidence or faith in a person or thing; care or charge; the confidence or arragement by which property is managed and held for the good or benefit of another person. (v) To have confidence or faith in ; to believe. to expect; to entrust; to depend on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, trusting means to have faith in a person or thing. Now that is something to think about. Trusting God that he knows the best for us. That's something that I'm still learning. Trading in my safety for God's safety. David encourages us by saying,  "Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;in all your ways submit to him,and he will make your paths straight (Prov 3:5-6). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7444818226196361740?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7444818226196361740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7444818226196361740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7444818226196361740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7444818226196361740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2011/09/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2542142831869391477</id><published>2011-09-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:52:26.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just chatting with God</title><content type='html'>God has been showing me a lot on my walk today. Although reading and memorizing scripture is great and beneficial to your walk, it can also be a hindrance. Ok, let me explain this. I only thought that God had speak to you, only while you pray in the morning. This would eventually be my focus drive activity daily. I would strive to have that set just reading scripture and then out the door and it was something that I could just check off "my things to do list". I don't really get a lot out of it. I tend to think that this was the ONLY way that God can speak to you. It wasn't until my walk today that the Lord change my view on this. He very gentle told me that He can meet me anywhere. I don't need to just talk to him in my morning scripture thing and that's it for the day. It's something more. He wants to speak to us even as we go on about your day. Today, He spoke to me while I was walking my dogs. I was just thinking, praying and thanking him while we walk. Then He said, ever so tenderly, (he is such a gentleman isn't He?) "Why are you making things more difficult for you? Don't you know that I love you so much and will meet with you anywhere? It doesn't HAVE to be just in your morning prayer. I want to talk to you regardless of where it is". God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that the Lord showed me was just how much he really cares for me. I was very anxious about starting subbing at this new classroom. Not only anxious about starting subbing, but nervous that I wouldn't find a job here soon (I know it would released a huge financial burden off of DH). I was started to worry that we couldn't make it. Then Lord reminding me of Philp 4:6 . I starting praying about my anxiousness and prayed for his peace. All day, I was at peace. Not only did I have peace, but the Lord explained to me something. He said, "Don't worry about what job you will be in or even what classroom you will be in. My grace is sufficient and I will help you through it". I thanked the Lord. God is so so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2542142831869391477?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2542142831869391477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2542142831869391477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2542142831869391477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2542142831869391477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-chatting-with-god.html' title='just chatting with God'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8581806479092172250</id><published>2011-09-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:55:32.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what life would be like..</title><content type='html'>I'm reflecting my m/c. I wonder what life would have been like if we didn't m/c our two babies. Let's see. I would have an son who would have turned 2 Aug 30th and a daughter who would be 1 in Dec 30th. I wonder if I would be so tired from chasing my 2 year old and my one year old. Wonder if I ever would get all my canning and house cleaning done. I wish I could post that I would be so tired from chasing my nice perfect family, but I can't. I wish I didn't m/c. I wish our babies had a chance to live. A chance to have their own rooms. A chance to see and play with our dogs. Instead, I'm stuck in a quite house. No babies crying, no chasing toddlers, no hearing a child laugh. Just an aching heart. Just me. Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-8581806479092172250?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8581806479092172250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8581806479092172250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8581806479092172250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8581806479092172250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-life-would-be-like.html' title='what life would be like..'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6268685712066562613</id><published>2011-07-23T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T06:30:12.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLmytDJe7EE/Tit1rq_mWgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TbLDl09hahE/s1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLmytDJe7EE/Tit1rq_mWgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TbLDl09hahE/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632725152092805634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Bloggers..the Topic today is.. COFFEE!!&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you ladies really do enjoy coffee. Coffee to me is a comfort place. Something that I really enjoying and looking forward in doing daily. So bloggers, what is your ideal "coffee morning"??  How would you have it and where? Do you prefer it at a local coffee shop or at home? Share it with friends or not? And lastly..What brand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my ideal..coffee morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share a cup of Green Mountain Coffee at our local coffee shop in Alfred while reading my bible (I also enjoying people watching while I drink my coffee, it's quite interesting..buy that's another story). I prefer to drink my coffee with cream (sometime black if I'm feeling inquisitive). My favorite creamer is using International Delight's Begin White Chocolate Macadamia Nut. Yum! It is quite delicious. You get the sweet taste of white chocolate with the nutty aftertastes. It reminds me of one of my favorite cookie  (white chocolate macadamia nut).I did see that International Delight has a new flavor now.  Almond Joy..yummm..Maybe I'll try it soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6268685712066562613?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6268685712066562613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6268685712066562613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6268685712066562613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6268685712066562613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2011/07/alright-bloggers.html' title='Coffee Topic'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLmytDJe7EE/Tit1rq_mWgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TbLDl09hahE/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8850436488463080841</id><published>2011-07-23T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:19:33.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello to Skipper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgHyQDfOK24/Tityq8buTvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s1wkirHK43Q/s1600/172843_10150417616205463_874040462_17541880_6751788_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgHyQDfOK24/Tityq8buTvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s1wkirHK43Q/s320/172843_10150417616205463_874040462_17541880_6751788_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632721841059417842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Skipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year old-male&lt;br /&gt;Likes long walks on the beach. He loves to play tug of war with his sister Sophie. And He LOVES to lick..everything.. quite literally.. you know..jeans..shirts..feet..hands..luke's bald head. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-8850436488463080841?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8850436488463080841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8850436488463080841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8850436488463080841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8850436488463080841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-hello-to-skipper.html' title='Say Hello to Skipper'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgHyQDfOK24/Tityq8buTvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s1wkirHK43Q/s72-c/172843_10150417616205463_874040462_17541880_6751788_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5451035367572744285</id><published>2010-12-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:13:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk in the word-post</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help myself. Dr. James McDonald hit the nail on it's head about waiting for God's purpose in you in his wisdom for your walk. I want to share you the post from Walk in the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Benefits of Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weekly Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord." - Psalms 40:1–3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I live, the more I come to understand that life doesn't have a lot of green lights. There are hardly any times where God is like, "Do you want that? Have it right now. Why didn't you ask sooner?" More often God is like, "I'd like you to wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! I want it right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is like, "Listen! You might think you want it now, but I'm going to give it to you when you're fit to receive it. I'm going to use the process of waiting to shape you into the woman or the man that I want you to be. Getting it now wouldn't advance My purposes for you. I want you to wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is not an easy thing. Waiting is not passivity. Waiting on God is not the absence of efforts. Waiting is "I've done everything I know how to do but it's not enough and now I am waiting on God to do for me what I could not do for myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is such an important lesson to learn. Let me tell you about some of the benefits that you get when you wait on God. Here are five verses that spell them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * According to Psalm 40:1 when we wait on God, He hears our prayers: "I waited patiently for the Lord and He inclined to me and heard my cry."&lt;br /&gt;    * According to Isaiah 64:4 when we wait on God, He acts on our behalf: "Nor has the eye seen a God like You who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him." That's what God is fired up about. He works for the people who wait. I wonder how many things we don't get because we're out there working for it ourselves beyond what we should and God's like, "Would you just stop that? I act on behalf of the people who wait for Me."&lt;br /&gt;    * Psalm 25:3 says that when we wait on God, He keeps us from shame: "Indeed none of those who wait for You O God will be ashamed."&lt;br /&gt;    * Isaiah 40:31 says that He gives strength to those who wait: "Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength."&lt;br /&gt;    * Psalm 37:34 tells us that those who wait for God are exalted: "Wait for the Lord and He will exalt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line; God always makes it worth our while to wait for Him:!&lt;br /&gt;-From Walk in the word website (http://www.walkintheword.com/WeeklyWalk.aspx).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-5451035367572744285?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5451035367572744285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5451035367572744285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5451035367572744285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5451035367572744285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/12/walk-in-word-post.html' title='Walk in the word-post'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2889960478226727543</id><published>2010-12-18T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:51:52.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/TQzKgG5YU3I/AAAAAAAAALo/DjGZbe9D4JM/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/TQzKgG5YU3I/AAAAAAAAALo/DjGZbe9D4JM/s320/christmas%2Btree%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552035093596885874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many of you know, but we currently ran into some unexpected financial situations. Which end up leaving our savings account dry (and me panicking). Our transmission went on our car, our mixer died, our can opener died, and December (dec 30, 2008 to be exact) is the month that I had my 1st m/c AND our 2nd child would have been due in December (dec 26, 2009). So December is just a mess for me. &lt;br /&gt;I wrote a message on my IF board asking for prayer and was shocked when I receive a package in the mail a few days after wards. It end up being from a lady on my form who sent us a can opener. I was complete shocked that someone (who didn't even meet me)would send me such a gift. She even included a note that said she was thinking of us and even though the can opener wasn't much, she hoped that it help. What a blessing!! &lt;br /&gt;Our second unexpected gift was from a family friend. Unknown to him about our financial situation, we were not planning on getting a tree this year. He called my mother in law and said that he wanted to know if her sons wanted to get these 3 Christmas trees out of his lawn (I guess he saw them as a nuisance to have). My mother in law, in turn, called me. I was so ecstatic about it. I told her our situation and that we would LOVE to take a tree.&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me that God would still shine his light in our darkest of worlds. The gift of giving. It's a blessing. Thank you Jesus for being our giver and being a light in our world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2889960478226727543?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2889960478226727543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2889960478226727543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2889960478226727543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2889960478226727543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/12/unexpected-gifts.html' title='Unexpected gifts'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/TQzKgG5YU3I/AAAAAAAAALo/DjGZbe9D4JM/s72-c/christmas%2Btree%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8354837042204507332</id><published>2010-12-14T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:24:20.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Here is a remix of my version of the 12 Days of Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a Boston Terrier name Skipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two snoring dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three plans for meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, A TRIP TO FIVE GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six pairs of socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven shiny ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight items on my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten pieces of mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven students dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, tweleve (to be continue)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-8354837042204507332?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8354837042204507332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8354837042204507332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8354837042204507332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8354837042204507332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 Days of Christmas'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-3287076781152667256</id><published>2010-12-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:02:49.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Waiting is hard. I'm the first one to admit, that I'm not a very patience person (I wish I was). It's hard waiting for God's will and plan to unfold in my life. I wish that I can take God's remote control on me and fast forward to the nice and full- filling parts. You know, the oh yes..this is the top of the mountain view. That's what I'm talking about sayings. I don't like to stay here in the valley and take the long way up this very windy mountain. I don't like the your not ready to be here on the top just yet. I wonder sometime, why does God does take me the long way around the mountain. Why can't he just fast forward that remote and make things all better. Why do I have to experience this pain and trails of this life?&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder. But, I am thankful for his promises, blessings, encouragement. I just wish right now that I had more faith right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-3287076781152667256?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/3287076781152667256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=3287076781152667256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3287076781152667256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3287076781152667256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-my-thoughts.html' title='Just my thoughts...'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-211120395237816568</id><published>2010-09-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:54:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to autumn my friends</title><content type='html'>Our journey begins at the sound of a bizzard buzzer. Three, Two, One and off they go. Down that windy autumn road. As the leafs russels through the trees, the faint smell of color leaves fill your senses. You start to smell the hot apple cider in your hand. Aww..what a refreshing new day it is. The wind blows right through that light jacket you have. Can you feel it? Can you sense it?  Welcome to Autumn my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-211120395237816568?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/211120395237816568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=211120395237816568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/211120395237816568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/211120395237816568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-to-autumn-my-friends.html' title='welcome to autumn my friends'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2110698147453412232</id><published>2010-09-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:11:15.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Lights and me</title><content type='html'>I thought you ladies will appreciate this. Well, we have a  behavior/award traffic light in our classroom with each of the children names on  a stick figure. The stick figure goes up and down depending on the child's behavior. Ie) As the children do good they stay on the green light, as their behavior intensify they go in yellow, red etc.  At the end of the week, if the children do well, they get a reward. After explain this system to the children, one of my students came up to me and said, "Miss Nina Where is your stick figure for the traffic light"? I respond, "Oh, I don't get one because I help you and our other friend make good choices". Gotta love the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2110698147453412232?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2110698147453412232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2110698147453412232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2110698147453412232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2110698147453412232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-thought-you-ladies-will-appreciate.html' title='Traffic Lights and me'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6996267625885390275</id><published>2010-07-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:03:39.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does this verse mean to you?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm curious. What does this verse mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6996267625885390275?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6996267625885390275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6996267625885390275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6996267625885390275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6996267625885390275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-does-this-verse-mean-to-you.html' title='What does this verse mean to you?'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-746085251281165044</id><published>2010-06-28T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:45:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perseverance</title><content type='html'>My IF journey has not been an easy, but I must say that the Lord has been working on me through it.  One things he has been teaching me is perseverance.  Here is what the Lord been sharing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God (Acts 14:22). This includes putting down our own personal goals for His goals. This has been extremely hard for me. My personal goal is to become a mommy. This has been in my heart for a very long time. I believe God does promise me that in the future, but for now he wants me to focus on Him and helping him in his kingdom.  Has it been a breezed to go through? No. Have I been kicking and throwing tantrums? Yes (ok, not physically but mentally I have). But I have learned that the Lord is patient with me and has giving me grace to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While go through perseverance the Lord has told me to keep my mind on these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Recalling the words spoken in the past to be about his promised he still has for me.&lt;br /&gt;2 Don't forget how big God is.&lt;br /&gt;3 Trust the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding but in all ways knowledge him and he will make your paths straight  (Prov 3:5-6).&lt;br /&gt;4 Keep in mind Rom 5:1-8&lt;br /&gt;5 Remember the Lord's plan will ALWAYS stand firm forever(Psalm 33:11).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-746085251281165044?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/746085251281165044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=746085251281165044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/746085251281165044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/746085251281165044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/06/perseverance.html' title='perseverance'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-4293335930764968088</id><published>2010-06-10T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:02:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ticker-</title><content type='html'>I been keeping track of my weight since I have been doing Zumba.   I thought it would be a good idea if I made it into a ticker (I guess it is more for my benefit then you ladies would want to see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickerfactory.com/weight-loss/wDBL4ra/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.tickerfactory.com/ezt/t/wDBL4ra/weight.png" 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/3861574738023162047-4293335930764968088?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/4293335930764968088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=4293335930764968088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4293335930764968088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4293335930764968088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/06/zumba.html' title='ticker-'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7781748556767905757</id><published>2010-05-19T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:52:51.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is a time of peace and relaxation.  It is a time to stop and smells the roses. It also involves planning vacations and time to have fun in the sun.  As you know, summer is drawing near and I'm looking for some ideas as to where we can go on vacation. Maybe you bloggers can help us choose as to where. We would like to go somewhere warm (possibly near a beach), mountains, or somewhere historical. Do you have any idea yet?  Do you know what you are planning for the summer? Anything fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7781748556767905757?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7781748556767905757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7781748556767905757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7781748556767905757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7781748556767905757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2837884427769724377</id><published>2010-05-10T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:39:54.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny ttc letter</title><content type='html'>I like to share with you a letter that one of the ladies on the PCOS board wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Body,&lt;br /&gt;I respectfully request that you please stop messing with me. Creating  sore boobs and "implantation cramps" when we are not pregnant is mean  and misleading. I promise to stop putting junk food in you if YOU  promise to stop teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on this topic, could you please send AF? That way I can  stop spending money on pregnancy tests.&lt;br /&gt;Also, while we're talking, could you please ovulate in a timely fashion  this month?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Management"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2837884427769724377?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2837884427769724377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2837884427769724377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2837884427769724377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2837884427769724377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-ttc-letter.html' title='funny ttc letter'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1611759836714649746</id><published>2010-05-03T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:19:57.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th week of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S99X88kx01I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yzw7hdO25v0/s1600/wells34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S99X88kx01I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yzw7hdO25v0/s320/wells34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467185177215226706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this picture as my picture of the week because it reminds me of one of my favorite Psalms from the bible. Psalm 23. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I was thinking of a particular verse in Psalms 23. Can you guess it? I'll give you a hint...green pastures.. Did you guess it? Yep, Psalms 23:1-3:&lt;br /&gt; "The LORD is my shepherd,  I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside  quiet waters,he  restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S99XJaPVERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dt2DhvNhkZk/s1600/wells34.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1611759836714649746?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1611759836714649746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1611759836714649746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1611759836714649746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1611759836714649746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/05/5th-week-of-pictures.html' title='5th week of pictures'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S99X88kx01I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yzw7hdO25v0/s72-c/wells34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7502284028700207542</id><published>2010-04-27T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:26:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Infertility Awareness Week (April 24th–May 1st)</title><content type='html'>What if every state passed a law that would require insurance companies  to cover fertility treatments and A.R.T. so that people like me and my  husband wouldn’t have to choose between their mortgage or having a  family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Approximately 6.1 million couples in the United States, or 10 percent of  all couples of childbearing age, have difficulty conceiving ( iVillage: &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/infertility-fast-facts/108204#ixzz0mLS2aa4s"&gt;http://www.ivillage.com/infertility-fast-facts/108204#ixzz0mLS2aa4s&lt;/a&gt; )?&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I find this quite interesting. I found out that in today's society, you get reward for having kids. You also get penalized for not having children.  If you are pregnant you get alot of benefits. Some that may included health insurance, tax break, WIC, and such. Getting health insurance is a breezed. Let me explain. I went in to get health insurance for my husband and I when we were first married. We were denied because I wasn't pregnant and my husband made $50 over their monthly income bracket.  Now the insurance lady flat out said that if we were pregnant, we could have got insurance; but since we weren't, we were denied on these two facts. By being pregnant you are also untitled on getting a tax break if you currently have children. I know many people who brag about all the money they are getting back from taxes because they have children. Some of these people even brag about they should get pregnant again soon because of the money they are getting back from the government. How is this fair to the infertility couples? Infertility couples are  paying out of pocket for something so special that people take for granted.  What about an affordable insurance coverage for infertility couples? What about a tax break for couples who undergo infertility procedures or treatments? Not to mention that society even frowns upon infertility couples. If you aren't having babies, you are rejected because they think you are being selfish. How is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those who struggling through Infertility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IF we can make some change in the laws or make some changes on society views on infertility?  Now that is something to be fighting for. Something that is worth exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/infertility101"&gt;www.resolve.org/infertility101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/takecharge"&gt;www.resolve.org/takecharge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7502284028700207542?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7502284028700207542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7502284028700207542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7502284028700207542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7502284028700207542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-infertility-awareness-week.html' title='National Infertility Awareness Week (April 24th–May 1st)'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7448076052483743108</id><published>2010-04-23T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:15:03.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>verse of my life right now..</title><content type='html'>It interesting how we all go through seasons of life. Some are happy and some are weary. We even go through seasons of drought or seasons of harvest.  Right now it feels as though we are in a season for drought. Why you ask? Well Luke is layed off, my job will end in June, we currently have no insurance, and nothing in the family way.  Nope, nada. Well in this season the Lord brought this verse of hope:&lt;br /&gt; "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest in we do not give up"-Gal 6:9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the verse it said there is a proper time for things. Now that is something I haven't thought about. Could it be that the Lord has a season and a proper time for us? Could it be that even though we are in season of drought, that this is the right time for it? Could it be that the harvest for us is just around the corner?  Who knows. One thing is for certain. The verse says not to give up. And if that is what the Lord's will is for us right now. Is it wait for the proper timing and not give up. I guess that is what we have to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7448076052483743108?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7448076052483743108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7448076052483743108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7448076052483743108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7448076052483743108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/04/verse-of-my-life-right-now.html' title='verse of my life right now..'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1908275663192796695</id><published>2010-04-08T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:04:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week of pictures-4-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S75urKjwgJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fiAaB_xsozQ/s1600/easter+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S75urKjwgJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fiAaB_xsozQ/s320/easter+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457921486267383954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Easter Picture from last year..or maybe from 2 years ago...(oh well. it's one of those years). I really like this picture because looks like luke said something funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1908275663192796695?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1908275663192796695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1908275663192796695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1908275663192796695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1908275663192796695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-of-pictures-4.html' title='week of pictures-4-'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S75urKjwgJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fiAaB_xsozQ/s72-c/easter+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-9106547324172683142</id><published>2010-03-18T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:37:01.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being bless by the little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S6Kmit8zKnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lODtTX2oYEE/s1600-h/hannah%27s+bible+verse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S6Kmit8zKnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lODtTX2oYEE/s320/hannah%27s+bible+verse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450101614452091506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, God has once again struck my heart in aw. I would never thought that a powerful bible verse would come from one of my campers I had two years ago. You see, I been pen pals with this camper for awhile and until just recently we have been sending each other bible verses in each letter.   I recieved this yesterday and it seemed as God was speaking directly to my heart. Unknown to her, just recently I have been very discouraged and depressed towards my infertility struggles.  Just last week I was bawling my eyes out and telling my MIL that there is no hope for me in this department.  All my prayers for five years are going no where.&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see. This verse totally caught me off guard. I defanilty was not expecting to hear a word from the Lord from an 12 year old. Who would have thought that God can use such a small picture with verse to be so powerful in ones life.  This bible verse comes from Psalm 31:24. &lt;br /&gt;P.S if that wasn't just awesome enough, she drew a Toucan. Ever since I was a little girl, my favorite animal was a Toucan.  It just makes me want to Praise God in this storm!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-9106547324172683142?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/9106547324172683142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=9106547324172683142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/9106547324172683142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/9106547324172683142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-bless-by-little-things.html' title='Being bless by the little things'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S6Kmit8zKnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lODtTX2oYEE/s72-c/hannah%27s+bible+verse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7716850849797439244</id><published>2010-03-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:01:21.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S50kBtkd3XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tiGAQSWjuMA/s1600-h/carolyn+and+pete-funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S50kBtkd3XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tiGAQSWjuMA/s320/carolyn+and+pete-funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448550736019185010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures that I have. I laugh every time I see it. It a picture of my sister and her fiance. This was taken last year around the time of the Boston Marathon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7716850849797439244?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7716850849797439244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7716850849797439244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7716850849797439244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7716850849797439244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/03/3rd-week-of-pictures.html' title='3rd week of pictures'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S50kBtkd3XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tiGAQSWjuMA/s72-c/carolyn+and+pete-funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8226358471005847467</id><published>2010-03-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:52:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2 of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S5a0WSbSUSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SL5KUHzVvWE/s1600-h/sophie+looking+out+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S5a0WSbSUSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SL5KUHzVvWE/s320/sophie+looking+out+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446739094347600162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this one on my computer. It's Sophie looking out the window in Massachusetts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-8226358471005847467?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8226358471005847467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8226358471005847467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8226358471005847467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8226358471005847467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-2-of-pictures.html' title='week 2 of pictures'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S5a0WSbSUSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SL5KUHzVvWE/s72-c/sophie+looking+out+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-4924045207781343594</id><published>2010-03-05T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:29:35.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S5D4lIx9-gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sDslpZm2Ibk/s1600-h/luke+reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S5D4lIx9-gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sDslpZm2Ibk/s320/luke+reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445125266386844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thinking I could post Pictures of the week. So, today I'm posting one of Luke reading. I posted it for two reason. One it is one of my favorites and two it is his birthday today. When luke isn't cooking/working/googling stuff he is reading a book. This is one of his traits that I admire. This is also a classic luke (in my option).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-4924045207781343594?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/4924045207781343594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=4924045207781343594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4924045207781343594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4924045207781343594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the Week'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S5D4lIx9-gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sDslpZm2Ibk/s72-c/luke+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2339543109321255880</id><published>2010-02-26T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:12:04.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed in!!</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends. If you didn't hear, we got snow! Lots of it too! School was canceled! Whoot hooo! Here are some things I got accomplish today:&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the house&lt;br /&gt;Took sophie out in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Catch up on emails&lt;br /&gt;Shoveled snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did this all by 2pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm planning on cuddle up with a good book and some hot chocolate/coffee! So, now that you know what I do during snow days. What do you like to do on snow days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2339543109321255880?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2339543109321255880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2339543109321255880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2339543109321255880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2339543109321255880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed in!!'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7108506634552648125</id><published>2010-02-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:32:05.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from 2009-Aug Watkins Glen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S3tCKqahLaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6niocC9ZaiM/s1600-h/0801090744a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S3tCKqahLaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6niocC9ZaiM/s320/0801090744a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439013725931646370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S3tB9QN2PkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zxTddyks-pY/s1600-h/0801090743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S3tB9QN2PkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zxTddyks-pY/s320/0801090743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439013495560879682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share my some of my camping experiences with my blogger friends.  If you never camped out at before, I highly recommend it. It is a great out door experience and plus you will get some bonding time with your buddies or in my case my hubby.  So, Luke and I went to Watkins Glen with our "church" (it end up being Paster's family and us, but that is another story) family in Aug 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camp three days and two nights with our dog Sophie. Let me give you a little advise if you plan on bring your dog camping with you in a tent:&lt;br /&gt; #1 Make sure your dog is familiar with your tent. It took us a little while to coax our dog into getting into the tent (poor Sophie). You can use many methods to do this. We like to use the flooding method.  :D&lt;br /&gt;#2 Make sure that they are not doing fireworks a night that you are there. Lucky for us, Sophie was so drained after we took her on all the trails that she fell right to sleep. Sophie didn't mind the fireworks too much. Me on other hand, it was hard to try and ignore the big boom above your tent (and those of you who want to know about how luke handle this..well..he slept right through it).&lt;br /&gt;#3 I highly recommend that you buy your dog a dog backpack. Especially if the dog is hyperactive.  This way you can load your dog up with water bottles to weigh him/her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with these bits of advise, I hope you can rest easily. Now, you can have a great camping experience with your dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these pictures Luke is cooking breakfast. What's for breakfast you asked? Eggs and coffee. Turns out, he is a pretty good cook for cooking over the fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7108506634552648125?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7108506634552648125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7108506634552648125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7108506634552648125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7108506634552648125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-from-2009-aug-watkins-glen.html' title='Pictures from 2009-Aug Watkins Glen'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/S3tCKqahLaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6niocC9ZaiM/s72-c/0801090744a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5994683554238134339</id><published>2010-02-06T08:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:05:45.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, What happen to those Bill Nye videos?</title><content type='html'>As I wake up this lovely Saturday morning, I think to myself...What ever happen to Bill Nye the Science Guy? I also was wondering if I could get his VCR/DVD from the local library.  So, I started to look for his videos on VCR/DVD. I was so excited to see that they do have a few VCR/DVD of his. Eagerly I clicked the "place a hold" button on the site: However, sadly, the site read that it couldn't place a hold. The closest library that had it was about 55 minutes away. It was too far away to be shipped to where I live.  How sad. :(  So, I decided to look on Netflix (I mean, they do have everything right?). As I frantly search his name, I found a video. Oh, the joy that fulled my soul; however, I am again  sad to report, but this to end up as a disappointment.  Netflix does have it, but they are not sure when they are planning on releasing the video. :(  Such a sad situation.  Do you have any idea bloggers of where we can watch or buy this video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bill%20nye" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-5994683554238134339?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5994683554238134339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5994683554238134339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5994683554238134339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5994683554238134339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-what-happen-to-those-bill-nye.html' title='Hey, What happen to those Bill Nye videos?'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7191895891930016298</id><published>2009-12-12T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:41:28.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the final Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SyPjm4NCrUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FdaFipy_Ptg/s1600-h/bridal+cake-shanna2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SyPjm4NCrUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FdaFipy_Ptg/s320/bridal+cake-shanna2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414421434091089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the cake that I made for Shanna Shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7191895891930016298?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7191895891930016298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7191895891930016298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7191895891930016298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7191895891930016298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-is-final-cake.html' title='Here is the final Cake'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SyPjm4NCrUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FdaFipy_Ptg/s72-c/bridal+cake-shanna2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7018257738216195812</id><published>2009-12-10T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:09:34.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Cake-test run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SyE5ChGIT9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sH0dfra1THk/s1600-h/first+cake.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SyE5ChGIT9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sH0dfra1THk/s320/first+cake.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413670942482649042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my first free hand cake I have ever done. I'm glad this is a test run. I got asked to make Shanna a cake for her shower this Saturday.  BTW: did you guys get your invite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7018257738216195812?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7018257738216195812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7018257738216195812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7018257738216195812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7018257738216195812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-cake-test-run.html' title='My first Cake-test run'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SyE5ChGIT9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sH0dfra1THk/s72-c/first+cake.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8626591978525431476</id><published>2009-11-20T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:10:31.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwbpSWZfAiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uPkCSIvbFoQ/s1600/grieving+the+child+i+never+knew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwbpSWZfAiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uPkCSIvbFoQ/s320/grieving+the+child+i+never+knew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406264904164246050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to share a book that has helped me with my miscarriage. It called, "Grieving the Child I never knew" by Kathe Wunnenberg. Its a great devotional/journal book. I recommend this for anyone that has suffered through a miscarriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-8626591978525431476?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8626591978525431476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8626591978525431476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8626591978525431476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8626591978525431476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/11/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwbpSWZfAiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uPkCSIvbFoQ/s72-c/grieving+the+child+i+never+knew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5818615285666710568</id><published>2009-11-17T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:15:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwLZmp8aHSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LnYIcQujBS8/s1600/teaparty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwLZmp8aHSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LnYIcQujBS8/s320/teaparty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405121760915496226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwLZiXaTkkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FByUf-OL7Qc/s1600/teaparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwLZiXaTkkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FByUf-OL7Qc/s320/teaparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405121687221146178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tea Party that I went to back in Sept. We dressed up in the 1800's. It was all the BASIC (brother and sister in christ-campus ministry at AU and ASC) girls that were invited to come and dress up. We also had brunch and took a walk to our paster's house to show them our outfits. It was quite the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-5818615285666710568?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5818615285666710568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5818615285666710568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5818615285666710568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5818615285666710568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/11/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SwLZmp8aHSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LnYIcQujBS8/s72-c/teaparty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-4781073745438980401</id><published>2009-10-15T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:44:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fall" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i702.photobucket.com/albums/ww24/layla2oo9/fall.jpg" border="0" alt="Fall Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that I'm very thankful for in this Fall Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's Fall, my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;2. For the cool, crisp breeze that blows through my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Apple picking season-The smell of fresh apples from Lains and being able to can apples this year..yum..I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Grape picking season-I would never forget the day that Traci and Teresa took me for the first time to pick grapes. I would say that since then, I try to make it a once a year to go do it. If you never experience the smell of fresh grapes in an orchard, you are missing out on something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leaves-All the beautiful  and assorted colors. Nature is so colorful. There is nothing like walking through a bunch of leaves that crunch under your feet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thanksgiving is on it's way-this means Luke and I take our annual trip to Mass to see my parents. I'm always curious to see what my mom has in store for us when we get down there. And this would be the first time I get to see my niece since she was born.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Luke's homemade donuts with hot apple cider-they are quite yummy (Lain's make good donuts too, but Luke's is slightly better)!&lt;br /&gt;8. Snow-Yep, since living in the North East, we always expect to see snow in October. I learn to be okay with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-4781073745438980401?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/4781073745438980401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=4781073745438980401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4781073745438980401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4781073745438980401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2995606470874622908</id><published>2009-09-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:43:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling Nursing Aprons..whoot hoo</title><content type='html'>I  just want to let you gals know that I'm selling Nursing Aprons. Come check out my site. I'm updating it with other things as I make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apronsandsuch.etsy.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2995606470874622908?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2995606470874622908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2995606470874622908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2995606470874622908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2995606470874622908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/09/selling-nursing-apronswhoot-hoo.html' title='Selling Nursing Aprons..whoot hoo'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6801810528218453840</id><published>2009-07-29T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:50:46.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission's Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, I would say that the Mission Trip was a success. Our team went down to a Camp in Bergton, Va (for those of you who didn't know). Our mission statement was to help share the Gospel through drama. We did this by building positive relationships with campers and staff as well as participate in servant projects and other camp activities. That is exactly what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team was doing two set of skits. The first set of skits were for the older campers and the second set of skits were for the younger ones. For the older campers we did a variety of skits. One of our drama skits was called "Friends Tell Friends". It was about two girls (Leight Ann and I) who shared alot of stuff, but it wasn't until College when the one friend (me)finally told the other friend (Leigh Ann) what really matters most in her life and that was a relationship with Jesus Christ. In the scripted I continued, "You see you really do have to be careful out there because we live in a messed up world". This skit shared how much we really needed Christ to come died for us. In another skit, we shared with the campers how to Go Through Trial's GOD Style. Our team showed the campers how to do in from a water rafting course. For the little campers our team acted out some bible stories. Everything from Adam and Eve to even the story of Ester. Our team also managed to teach the younger campers some sign language (to John 3:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our servant projects we did things around the camp. Everything from weeding around a major bath house to cleaning all the bugs out of the lights of the pool house. We even found a mount of baby spider while cleaning the lights. We also shredded so much paper that I think I'm going to dream about it for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least. You can't forget about chopping our wood and making our supper fires. I think Edith master fire building 101. Laurel also made a pretty mean bon fire. We even got Pop Pop to chop some wood. Let me add that making spaghetti over the fire turns out really well. I really enjoy eating my food over the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, the mission trip was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6801810528218453840?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6801810528218453840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6801810528218453840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6801810528218453840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6801810528218453840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/07/missions-trip.html' title='Mission&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-3519575398523199284</id><published>2009-07-29T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:01:08.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge to all you Bloggers: Challange #1</title><content type='html'>So, I would like to challenge all you bloggers out there.   I would like to know what is one of your favorite quotes. It can be a funny one, sensitive one, or one that just shows your character. So, have at it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came across this one yesterday and really like it. It is from Lizzie McGuire (yes, yes I know, but when I was a teenager.. I LOVED it)!! To me, I believe it is sad but true.  Here it is anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0483047/"&gt;Gordo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="fine"&gt;to Lizzie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;] Parents scrape and sacrifice to provide us with shelter, support and guidance, and in return, we have as little to do with them as possible. It's nature's law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0482335/"&gt;Miranda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;: Yeah. It's like you come home and they ask, "What did you do today?" and we say "Mmm, nothing." And they ask, "Well, what are you doing tonight?" 'n we say, "I dunno!" And they ask, "Why don't you ever talk to us?" We say, "Why can't you just leave me alone!" And you run upstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0483047/"&gt;Gordo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;: As little communication as possible. It prepares us for marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-3519575398523199284?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/3519575398523199284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=3519575398523199284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3519575398523199284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3519575398523199284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/07/challenge-to-all-you-bloggers-challange.html' title='Challenge to all you Bloggers: Challange #1'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-312058867671513572</id><published>2009-07-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:29:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for prayer!!!</title><content type='html'>I would like to ask for prayer for a family close to us (The Kurtz's). Two days ago their son (Billy) and his family got into a car accident. Billy passed away at impacted and their daughters and his girlfriend was sent to the local hospital. Their one daughter (Morgan-8 years old) had serious brain damage and we found out today that she passed away. The girlfriend and her other daughter sustained minor injuries. The news and police suspect there is alcohol involved but are doing further examination.  This is extremely hard on their family because their eldest daughter passed away 20 years ago from a drunk driver.  On top of all of this Billy's brother (Joe) was supposed to get married this Saturday. Please keep them in your prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-312058867671513572?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/312058867671513572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=312058867671513572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/312058867671513572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/312058867671513572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/07/asking-for-prayer.html' title='Asking for prayer!!!'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7471684324785473732</id><published>2009-06-20T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:29:37.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Peter 4:12-13</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering what Peter meant by 1 Peter 4:12-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7471684324785473732?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7471684324785473732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7471684324785473732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7471684324785473732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7471684324785473732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-peter-412-13.html' title='1 Peter 4:12-13'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5481499207444633952</id><published>2009-06-08T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:34:35.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother’s Day Wish From Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2fzQopSKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gk2wy0QXgCs/s1600-h/Picture+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2fzQopSKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gk2wy0QXgCs/s320/Picture+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345104035746236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this poem on SS blog that one of the ladies posted. I just wanted to share this and pictures of Jeremiah and Felicia's (the two babies I miscarried) Garden for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2erJTJNlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EX_OFkkXsIg/s1600-h/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2erJTJNlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EX_OFkkXsIg/s320/Picture+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345102796826424914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2ehAjMhcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/novbcl3lz8Q/s1600-h/Picture+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2ehAjMhcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/novbcl3lz8Q/s320/Picture+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345102622679139778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Hallmark,&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you from heaven, and though it must appear&lt;br /&gt;A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.&lt;br /&gt;I just popped in to visit, your stores to find a card&lt;br /&gt;A card of love for my mother, as this day for her is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine&lt;br /&gt;Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she’s cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know&lt;br /&gt;that though I live in heaven now, I still love my mother so.&lt;br /&gt;She talks with me, and dreams with me; we still share laughter too,&lt;br /&gt;Memories our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.&lt;br /&gt;She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night&lt;br /&gt;She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells&lt;br /&gt;She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth&lt;br /&gt;I must find a way, to remind her of her wondrous worth&lt;br /&gt;She needs to be honored, and remembered too&lt;br /&gt;Just as the children of earth will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you’ll do your best&lt;br /&gt;I have done all I can do; to you I’ll leave the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to tell her, how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ by Jody Seilheimer ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-5481499207444633952?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5481499207444633952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5481499207444633952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5481499207444633952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5481499207444633952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers-day-wish-from-heaven.html' title='A Mother’s Day Wish From Heaven'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/Si2fzQopSKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gk2wy0QXgCs/s72-c/Picture+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2189621415652830195</id><published>2009-06-01T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:27:02.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean not on your own understanding</title><content type='html'>Well, I did m/c last saturday.  I'm trying to take it a day at a time. It is still rough, but I'm slowing seeing it as it was God's will. I don't totally understand it, but I'm slowly learning to accepted it. I know that in HIS time, he will give me a child.  I guess until then, I must wait.  Here is a verse that has spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-16461" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Trust in the LORD with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;      and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lean not on your own understanding&lt;/span&gt;;  &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16462" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; in all your ways acknowledge him,&lt;br /&gt;      and he will make your paths straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2189621415652830195?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2189621415652830195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2189621415652830195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2189621415652830195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2189621415652830195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-did-mc-last-saturday.html' title='Lean not on your own understanding'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6877007745004692681</id><published>2009-05-19T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:57:03.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/ShKB-72QD6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oyJi28-WYiY/s1600-h/100_7414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/ShKB-72QD6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oyJi28-WYiY/s320/100_7414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337471426604568482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/ShKBmYaBbcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FzXuBCMohpU/s1600-h/100_7361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/ShKBmYaBbcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FzXuBCMohpU/s320/100_7361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337471004774067650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured some of you gals want to see pictures of me and luke from when we went to mass for a wedding. Here ya go! The first one is me in the dress and the second one is of my hair. Oh, by the way, if you are ever wondering what my bridesmaids dresses looked like. It was this style, but in blue. funny eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6877007745004692681?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6877007745004692681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6877007745004692681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6877007745004692681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6877007745004692681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-mass.html' title='Trip to mass'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/ShKB-72QD6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oyJi28-WYiY/s72-c/100_7414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-3794021714594423446</id><published>2009-05-19T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:51:38.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>So, I'm really thinking about doing weight watchers again. My reason: I figured that I need to get my body back in shape, so I won't miscarry again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers on wanted to do this with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-3794021714594423446?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/3794021714594423446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=3794021714594423446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3794021714594423446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3794021714594423446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-watchers.html' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7023848776279588911</id><published>2009-04-12T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:17:31.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>health-Tendinitis</title><content type='html'>Well, I want to tell you ladies that its been a week since I been having pain and swelling in my foot.  The ER nurse diagnosis me with Tendinitis and gave me a special shoe for my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I come to mass...I been to the ER. A little weird..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7023848776279588911?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7023848776279588911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7023848776279588911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7023848776279588911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7023848776279588911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/04/health-tendinitis.html' title='health-Tendinitis'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1441060429881651908</id><published>2009-03-26T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:22:34.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Comfort in a trail time: Praise</title><content type='html'>Today God really spoke to me about my trail that I'm currently dealing with.  I have been battling a spiritual battle for awhile with this posses woman (quite literally). She is a woman who does not have a spirit of God in her and you can clearly see it. She comes across with very sly words, but then she rips you apart once she gets what she came for (Rev 2:19-23).  I tried to reach out to her, but it seems to make things worse. She constantly attacks me and tries to turn my family against me.  God has reviled to me that he has given her time to repent and chose to follow him, but she chose not too (Rev 2:21).&lt;br /&gt;I praise God that though this trail. He can be praise. I praise that God is faithful, he will not let me be tempted more then what I can bare and that he has  ALWAYS give me an escape route (1 Cor 10:13). I also praise God that he is always watching. He won't let things get too deep for me (Isaiah 43:1-3) and that I am precious in his sight. He LOVES me. He won't let me drown. Praise God! He is SOOO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov 5:21; Prov 15:3&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the Lord are unescapeable.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the Lord are moving towards what will help us grow.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the Lord are moving towards truth&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the Lord are Searching for ppl to bless&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the Lord Provides us with grace when he observe a righteous person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1441060429881651908?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1441060429881651908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1441060429881651908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1441060429881651908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1441060429881651908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-comfort-in-trail-time-praise.html' title='God&apos;s Comfort in a trail time: Praise'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-3965397831954681952</id><published>2009-03-16T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:00:32.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Envelope Day</title><content type='html'>I want to let you know that Red Envelope Day is March 31st.  The red envelope are sent to the White House and represent one child who was killed from abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information go to http://www.redenvelopeday.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-3965397831954681952?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/3965397831954681952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=3965397831954681952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3965397831954681952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3965397831954681952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-envelope-day.html' title='Red Envelope Day'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6259878679580670167</id><published>2009-01-25T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:20:54.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash The Dress Photos/ A Day Out in Your Wedding Gown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0d5jUfbZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-fjbcreFwUA/s1600-h/trashthedress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0d5jUfbZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-fjbcreFwUA/s320/trashthedress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421611428507026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0dfc0kQkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/O_x9jy5FMm8/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0dfc0kQkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/O_x9jy5FMm8/s320/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421163007394370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0bohx12fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ny81xcRJO-E/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0bohx12fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ny81xcRJO-E/s320/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295419119933708786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0a2-6dpFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i2cl9Sd1Dqs/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0a2-6dpFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i2cl9Sd1Dqs/s320/Picture+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295418268761039954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0aQbyH2VI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NDt-Tj24H2M/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0aQbyH2VI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NDt-Tj24H2M/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295417606495787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0Z0Z4PM8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/gSzdTIbHuxo/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0Z0Z4PM8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/gSzdTIbHuxo/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295417124948227010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are my trash the dress photos. However, I really think this should be called a day out in your wedding gown because Trash the dress sounds really bad. Any who..for those of you who don't know what Trash the dress is, it is when you get back in your wedding dress and take random pictures doing stuff you love to do.  I have pictures of me playing soccer, playing on a playground, walking along side a river. I wanted to play paint ball, but without the paints too but it got too late for it. My cousin Laurel did these photos. She is a photographer and is just starting out in her career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6259878679580670167?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6259878679580670167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6259878679580670167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6259878679580670167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6259878679580670167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/01/trash-dress-photos-day-out-in-your.html' title='Trash The Dress Photos/ A Day Out in Your Wedding Gown'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0d5jUfbZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-fjbcreFwUA/s72-c/trashthedress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1397420771722495550</id><published>2009-01-25T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:01:10.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie-Our New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0ZNh8af_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gu0_be9N04U/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0ZNh8af_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gu0_be9N04U/s320/Picture+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295416457098330098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0ZIrilU6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/irpcgzVEnsg/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0ZIrilU6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/irpcgzVEnsg/s320/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295416373774996386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some pictures of our new dog. Her name is Sophie and she is 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1397420771722495550?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1397420771722495550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1397420771722495550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1397420771722495550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1397420771722495550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/01/sophie-our-new-addition.html' title='Sophie-Our New Addition'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SX0ZNh8af_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gu0_be9N04U/s72-c/Picture+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-4626372574782519197</id><published>2009-01-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:54:19.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffqjuDC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gc6FK103Ryc/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffqjuDC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gc6FK103Ryc/s320/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945809233185730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffiGkCEyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vQQyaf9PLSk/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffiGkCEyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vQQyaf9PLSk/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945663967597346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffZGOs6bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPbUslIotC4/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffZGOs6bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPbUslIotC4/s320/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945509259307442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffUJjBI2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9BECSBVDWmQ/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffUJjBI2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9BECSBVDWmQ/s320/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945424250479458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffL3RsmjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h897j_hG0Tg/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffL3RsmjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h897j_hG0Tg/s320/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945281907038770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffF_zkKEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nPMHt6H-8LE/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffF_zkKEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nPMHt6H-8LE/s320/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945181117360194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXfe8zWwQtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4zfze9B7bg/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXfe8zWwQtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4zfze9B7bg/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945023156470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXfe21PlLZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7d-XN7dgDGI/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXfe21PlLZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7d-XN7dgDGI/s320/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293944920584039826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXfelJWfgII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RDMIH75XnJg/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXfelJWfgII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RDMIH75XnJg/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293944616744091778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I finally got around to uploading Rachel's shower pics from  my phone. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-4626372574782519197?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/4626372574782519197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=4626372574782519197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4626372574782519197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4626372574782519197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/01/rachel-shower.html' title='Rachel Shower'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SXffqjuDC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gc6FK103Ryc/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7153223531367771006</id><published>2009-01-03T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:33:27.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's love goes with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SV-9BeBD92I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lBC2aCwR5JA/s1600-h/mommy%27slovegoeswithyou-preciousmoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SV-9BeBD92I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lBC2aCwR5JA/s320/mommy%27slovegoeswithyou-preciousmoments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287152320491288418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this Precious Moments Figurine online and I must say. Its beautiful.  I think it captures all what a mother goes through when she miscarries. Since it was a limited edition, you can't find it anywhere. I wish I knew where I could find it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called: "mommy's love goes with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7153223531367771006?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7153223531367771006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7153223531367771006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7153223531367771006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7153223531367771006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommys-love-goes-with-you.html' title='Mommy&apos;s love goes with you'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SV-9BeBD92I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lBC2aCwR5JA/s72-c/mommy%27slovegoeswithyou-preciousmoments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6365375301783832700</id><published>2009-01-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:48:28.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update: baby</title><content type='html'>I just want to let you ladies know that I miscarried Dec 30th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6365375301783832700?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6365375301783832700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6365375301783832700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6365375301783832700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6365375301783832700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-baby.html' title='update: baby'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2359838025734685451</id><published>2008-12-15T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:47:51.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fertility update2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2359838025734685451?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2359838025734685451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2359838025734685451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2359838025734685451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2359838025734685451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/12/urlhttppregnancy.html' title='Fertility update2'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2240547901149599178</id><published>2008-12-08T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:22:25.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fertility update</title><content type='html'>I figured I should give you gals an update on my infertility. My first round of Clomid failed. I just got done taking my second round of Clomid and it was looking very postive. I took the shot 2 days before Thanksgiving and now I have to wait until 2 weeks to see if I'm pregnant. So, I test on Dec 11th. I hate waiting. I would rather know if I am or not. I have a feeling that I'm not..So please pray! Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2240547901149599178?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2240547901149599178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2240547901149599178' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2240547901149599178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2240547901149599178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/12/fertility-update.html' title='Fertility update'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5275055229787989723</id><published>2008-11-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:24:00.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged</title><content type='html'>The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you: Traci tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog (this is what you are now reading).&lt;br /&gt;3. List 6 random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my random things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I blurt out random things in a daily conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was born in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I randomly speak British in a daily conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My first time I rode in a limo is when I was 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've never went to a Spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was a military brat and very proud of it! I love and miss being on base with all my friends. I miss the military life. When I was younger, I told myself that I WILL marry into the military (so long for that dream); but, I'm glad Luke isn't in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging... Traci, Sarah, Rachel, and Abbey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know there is only 4, but that is all who I know..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-5275055229787989723?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5275055229787989723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5275055229787989723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5275055229787989723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5275055229787989723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7711306869934282790</id><published>2008-10-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:52:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is near..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg54uQZMEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qTP_cooEmPA/s1600-h/0921082225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg54uQZMEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qTP_cooEmPA/s320/0921082225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253512611979931714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fall flower basket I made a couple of weeks ago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7711306869934282790?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7711306869934282790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7711306869934282790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7711306869934282790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7711306869934282790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-near.html' title='Fall is near..'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg54uQZMEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qTP_cooEmPA/s72-c/0921082225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2894996134758501808</id><published>2008-10-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:49:49.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap booking Retreat Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg4nYvK9AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RXm1tURy0AE/s1600-h/0927082158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg4nYvK9AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RXm1tURy0AE/s320/0927082158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253511214634038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So....Finally, the pictures are in from the scrap booking retreat that I went to at Penn York a couple of Saturdays ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These First Four are from my Faith Book..The rest are in my Creative Memories Books..they are of Camp, New Years, Drake, Bobby and a fish, etc..you get the pics.. some of them are a work in progress..&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave a comment...good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg4j_T2V9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cUisAQc_neQ/s1600-h/0927082157b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg4j_T2V9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cUisAQc_neQ/s320/0927082157b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253511156268947410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg4etyk49I/AAAAAAAAAEA/A7QhkrTct-4/s1600-h/0927082157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg3eT5-TYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QwE1-UnhrF8/s320/0927082153a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253509959206718850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg3VJYxTmI/AAAAAAAAACw/l7prqL8xFB4/s1600-h/0927082153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg3VJYxTmI/AAAAAAAAACw/l7prqL8xFB4/s320/0927082153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253509801764277858" 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/3861574738023162047-2894996134758501808?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2894996134758501808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2894996134758501808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2894996134758501808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2894996134758501808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/10/scrap-booking-retreat-pics.html' title='Scrap booking Retreat Pics'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SOg4nYvK9AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RXm1tURy0AE/s72-c/0927082158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5573391685760155107</id><published>2008-10-01T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:57:16.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Fitness Test</title><content type='html'>So, I was reading an article in a magazine and I came across this article. It talked about how the public schools do a fitness test (known as the President's Challenge). Well, it goes on explaining that adults can take the challenge.  As adults, you can see how you add up against avg people for your age. I thought this was interesting, so I posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to try this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-5573391685760155107?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5573391685760155107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5573391685760155107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5573391685760155107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5573391685760155107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/10/adult-fitness-test.html' title='Adult Fitness Test'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-3611952865819250447</id><published>2008-09-19T08:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:12:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Praise God</title><content type='html'>Well, I meet this awesome lady the other day, and all I can say is that, "It was just a God Thing".  We relate to each other so quickly. I learned that the doctors told her that she would NEVER have kids, and today she is here with 3 wonderful daughters. It just shocks me. It something to hold on to..to know that what God says in Jeremiah is true (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a futur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-Jeremiah 29:11).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-3611952865819250447?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/3611952865819250447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=3611952865819250447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3611952865819250447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/3611952865819250447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-praise-god.html' title='Update: Praise God'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8636207284875693946</id><published>2008-09-19T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:05:37.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Mass</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I didn't post this sooner, my life has been a emotional roller coaster; but atlas, I have included some picture from mass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPLxYgfmMI/AAAAAAAAACY/L0D23wuPCfE/s1600-h/tom+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPLxYgfmMI/AAAAAAAAACY/L0D23wuPCfE/s320/tom+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247762040069527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-This is our neighbor flower. Carolyn is our beautiful model showing us how huge this flower is! I think it is a hibiscus flower..am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPMF3T8g2I/AAAAAAAAACg/XwlAOvlOISI/s1600-h/tom+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPMF3T8g2I/AAAAAAAAACg/XwlAOvlOISI/s320/tom+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247762391935779682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-This is me at the Hard Rock Cafe in Conn. It took awhile for my mom to get how to take the picture (she is technology challenge..but I still love her!!) My mom took me to play Bingo. No, I didn't win, but got to meet some interesting people thou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPMx7yoCqI/AAAAAAAAACo/AjiXSWMcYxs/s1600-h/tom+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPMx7yoCqI/AAAAAAAAACo/AjiXSWMcYxs/s320/tom+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763149052447394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;- And how to end a week without visiting the mall for some Dipping Dots Ice Cream..umm.. I got Banana Split Ice Cream. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S images of us at Six Flags will be uploaded soon ( I have to get them from my mom and my sister)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-8636207284875693946?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8636207284875693946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8636207284875693946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8636207284875693946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8636207284875693946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Trip to Mass'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SNPLxYgfmMI/AAAAAAAAACY/L0D23wuPCfE/s72-c/tom+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6839140863462111487</id><published>2008-08-17T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:39:37.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praising God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="largetext"&gt; I just want  a chance to Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Today at church (we just started attending this church because our old one closed), God spoke to this wonderful women and I was caught by total surprise. She talked about how we need to pray for women who can't have children. This shocked me because in all my trials of suffering threw IF, nobody..I mean nobody EVER stood up and recognized that we should pray for others who are dealing with IF..I was just lost for words. I just sat there, baffled and cried silently in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you ever felt this way, but I knew it was from God and that he is comforting me in this tough time. just to know this..wow..no words can express how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..Thank you God..You know what we need..and its just right on time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-6839140863462111487?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6839140863462111487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6839140863462111487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6839140863462111487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6839140863462111487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/08/praising-god.html' title='Praising God'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7667608080620127233</id><published>2008-07-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:59:06.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SITqSCoFFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/KHLPRd_eHWc/s1600-h/Camp+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SITqSCoFFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/KHLPRd_eHWc/s320/Camp+2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225559063320139474" border="0" /&gt;my friend Andrew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SITp8KM0VfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WfyPmfQ6JEY/s1600-h/Camp+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SITp8KM0VfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WfyPmfQ6JEY/s320/Camp+2008+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225558687396156914" border="0" /&gt;Rebecca (our waitress)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, camp was great! One of my campers receive Christ and another one of my campers was so intrigued about God. She wanted to know more about him.&lt;br /&gt;I came home with two bee stings and a burn on my arm. It is healing well tho.&lt;br /&gt;Just to be at camp, once again was amazon. It change so much. They added a worship every morning to the schedule, I learn the proper way to Cup Stack and I learned about Geo-cashing (which I want to do here..Just trying to find out locations here in town).  Also, for the first time they had 50's night (to represent Highland Retreat Camp's 50 Anniversary). That was a blast!  We  were taking into a van and drive down to the lower camp and into a pavalin. We had a waitress take our order at the drive thru and then we ate inside. Another waitress on roller skates (my friend Rebecca) deliver us our food (burgers, chips, pickle, and soda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the new songs I learned at camp. Oh its so beautiful. It;s not on youtube, but I did find the lyrics. Here they are. Enjoy!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Water Fall On Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jonathan Reuel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;O my savior I give you glory, My redeemer my God and king.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; There is no one oh so holy, Like the one who sets me free. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I can’t think of anywhere anywhere I want to be more than with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And I can’t think of anything anything I would rather do than give you glory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Come my savior on the clouds, Holy spirit speed the hour&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I will shout out loud the message &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“freedom is coming and the kingdom is now”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let your rain come down all around, Let the thunder sound shake the ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let the waterfall pound breaking down, All the lies you found under me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let the sightless see let ‘em see, Set the bound ones free, set um free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Water fall on me water fall I have sought your heart hear me call &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;O my savior I give you glory, My redeemer my God and king.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; There is no on oh so holy, Like the one who sets me free.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am here to speak the message, Tell the truth that will set you free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I proclaim freedom to the captives, Freedom to you in Jesus name&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You can bow ,before the master, Find your shelter under his blood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You can come and be forgiven, Carried along in the crimson flood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Let your rain come down all around, Let the thunder sound shake the ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let the waterfall pound breaking down, All the lies you found under me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let the sightless see let ‘em see, Set the bound ones free, set um free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Water fall on me water fall I’ve sought your heart hear me call&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;O my savior I give you glory, My redeemer my God and king.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; There is no on oh so holy, Like the one who sets me free.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Let your rain come down all around, Let the thunder sound shake the ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let the waterfall pound breaking down, All the lies you found under me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let the sightless see let ‘em see, Set the bound ones free, set me free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Water fall on me water fall I have sought your heart hear me call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7667608080620127233?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7667608080620127233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7667608080620127233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7667608080620127233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7667608080620127233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SITqSCoFFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/KHLPRd_eHWc/s72-c/Camp+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-5695649012495420459</id><published>2008-06-12T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:22:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help with Bridal Shower Cards</title><content type='html'>Hello All, I was wondering if I can get your option on which card to give a gal for her Bridal Shower on Saturday. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Example A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG893UU8MI/AAAAAAAAABg/C7_MD73m8Qo/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG893UU8MI/AAAAAAAAABg/C7_MD73m8Qo/s320/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211154014851625154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG9TrA8jUI/AAAAAAAAABo/6ZB9HiEPsA0/s1600-h/Picture+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG9TrA8jUI/AAAAAAAAABo/6ZB9HiEPsA0/s320/Picture+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211154389506231618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside Example B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG9meZW-SI/AAAAAAAAABw/WqR-v7Ktiko/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG9meZW-SI/AAAAAAAAABw/WqR-v7Ktiko/s320/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211154712536480034" 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/3861574738023162047-5695649012495420459?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/5695649012495420459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=5695649012495420459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5695649012495420459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/5695649012495420459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-with-bridal-shower-cards.html' title='Help with Bridal Shower Cards'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SFG893UU8MI/AAAAAAAAABg/C7_MD73m8Qo/s72-c/Picture+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-8793907300454146414</id><published>2008-06-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:36:11.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 84-thoughts for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ThinkOnITDevotions: Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; they will still be praising You. (Psalm 84:4 NKJV) Staying focused on God no matter what’s going on around you causes you to see things from a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;When you remember God knows what He’s doing, you can praise Him, even while going through a tough trial in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;David had plenty of trials in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;If David could praise God in the middle of his trials, surely we can too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What are you experiences with God when you were going through a tough trial? Did you praise God?&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/3861574738023162047-8793907300454146414?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/8793907300454146414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=8793907300454146414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8793907300454146414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/8793907300454146414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/06/psalms-84-thoughts-for-soul.html' title='Psalms 84-thoughts for the soul'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1347881981385997549</id><published>2008-05-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:59:07.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash happens??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4bPpmNinI/AAAAAAAAABY/eSZDkB8DbVg/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4bPpmNinI/AAAAAAAAABY/eSZDkB8DbVg/s320/Picture+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205628174964984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well guys, the most funnest thing happen tonight. You see Luke, our neighbors, and I were walking home from a nice long walk and something interesting happen when we reach our house..... My neighbor tacks our trash can..That right!! He just tackled it like a football player..just randomly!! out of no where comes our neighbor..and next thing we know, he on top of our trash can!!! It was so funny!! you should have been there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1347881981385997549?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1347881981385997549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1347881981385997549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1347881981385997549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1347881981385997549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-guys-most-funnest-thing-happen.html' title='Trash happens??'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4bPpmNinI/AAAAAAAAABY/eSZDkB8DbVg/s72-c/Picture+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-4979549705548755414</id><published>2008-05-28T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:00:19.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk to the park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4U2pmNilI/AAAAAAAAABI/KU8rnkwt7Co/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4U2pmNilI/AAAAAAAAABI/KU8rnkwt7Co/s320/Picture+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205621148398488146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to explain this picture...So, Kim and I went for a walk to James Street Park and while we were walking around the track, a cute little dog followed us. I texted Luke and told him..we have a dog now!! :) but alas, we came to a fork in the road. He (the dog) chose the right path..I tried to convince him that the left path was way better, but he did he listen?? NOOOOOO... He left us for another couple! How rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4aGJmNimI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CHIa-LUqIJk/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4aGJmNimI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CHIa-LUqIJk/s320/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626912244599394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our walk we came across the world most largest worm....(okay okay..it was not the largest..but you have to admit..it is pretty HUGE!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-4979549705548755414?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/4979549705548755414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=4979549705548755414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4979549705548755414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4979549705548755414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/05/walk-to-park.html' title='A walk to the park...'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SD4U2pmNilI/AAAAAAAAABI/KU8rnkwt7Co/s72-c/Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2783100311130623918</id><published>2008-05-22T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:53:10.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SDWH95mNikI/AAAAAAAAABA/obp-5fc78TM/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SDWH95mNikI/AAAAAAAAABA/obp-5fc78TM/s320/Picture+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203214441999338050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SDWHpJmNijI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B5tdeI8MoEU/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SDWHpJmNijI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B5tdeI8MoEU/s320/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203214085517052466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out of request from a friend, I put up pictures from my first baskets that I made in a basket class. I went to the class a couple of Saturdays ago. It was fun. The baskets we made were for breads. I opt to put fruit in mine :) Just because I can!! :) It was made from some ragweed stuff and other stuff I have no idea what it is..LOL. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2783100311130623918?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2783100311130623918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2783100311130623918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2783100311130623918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2783100311130623918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-out-of-request-from-friend-i-put-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SDWH95mNikI/AAAAAAAAABA/obp-5fc78TM/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-6498219424544681211</id><published>2008-05-22T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:55:13.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion: Favorite Child hood memories/Camp memories?</title><content type='html'>So, as I was doing my devotionals this morning, God laid on my heart a camp memory that I long forgotten. Wow. It was incredible.  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;I was a camp counselor for 8-11 years olds and each cabin was given a scripture to memories and perform on stage. We were given 2 Peter 1:3; which reads, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"His divine power has given us everything we need for life &amp;amp; godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory &amp;amp; goodness".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some cabins perform play&lt;/span&gt;s, some cabins song it, and others acted it out. Our cabin decided to rap it. That right..we dressed up as "gangstas" and rap 2 Peter 1:3. It was so funny! At the end, we had Carolyn yelled, "Run, the cops are coming" and we ran off stage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Whats your favorite childhood memories or Camp memories?&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/3861574738023162047-6498219424544681211?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/6498219424544681211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=6498219424544681211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6498219424544681211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/6498219424544681211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/05/discussion-favorite-child-hood.html' title='Discussion: Favorite Child hood memories/Camp memories?'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-4682615051030922755</id><published>2008-05-02T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:05:37.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Cards I made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur4zSegrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hA0TD3DKerA/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur4zSegrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hA0TD3DKerA/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195935587430728370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur5DSegsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lKHwRXtPb94/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur5DSegsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/lKHwRXtPb94/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195935591725695682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur5TSegtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qfYfj3fxfQ0/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur5TSegtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qfYfj3fxfQ0/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195935596020662994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur5zSeguI/AAAAAAAAAAw/N1tYk2D6MPs/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur5zSeguI/AAAAAAAAAAw/N1tYk2D6MPs/s320/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195935604610597602" 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/3861574738023162047-4682615051030922755?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/4682615051030922755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=4682615051030922755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4682615051030922755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/4682615051030922755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-cards-i-made.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Cards I made'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SBur4zSegrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hA0TD3DKerA/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-1817202506009874835</id><published>2008-04-25T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:45:33.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo..a quizy quiz:What American accent do you have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The West&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 73%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech.  Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent.  And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Midland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 65%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 56%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 44%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 22%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 15%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 13%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-1817202506009874835?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/1817202506009874835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=1817202506009874835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1817202506009874835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/1817202506009874835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooa-quizy-quizwhat-american-accent-do.html' title='oo..a quizy quiz:What American accent do you have?'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-7188265811094346233</id><published>2008-04-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:17:28.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge topic #1</title><content type='html'>Here is the challege topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could go back to any age again, how old would you want to be and why? What age would you least like to be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If I could go back to any age again, I would want to be 15 years old. I didn't have a license, but my friend laura did and we went EVERYWHERE! I remember when I had so much fun and freedom and didn't have any big responsiblities (besides helping ass't coaching a soccor team). The age I would least likely to be is 12 years old. I was chubby, had the most dorkest classes, and got beat up and spit on by my brother. Needless to say, I didn't enjoy it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--geez..some ppl make this hard work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-7188265811094346233?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/7188265811094346233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=7188265811094346233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7188265811094346233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/7188265811094346233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/04/challenge-topic-1.html' title='Challenge topic #1'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861574738023162047.post-2048552962070371807</id><published>2008-04-21T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:17:14.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is doing it...</title><content type='html'>Well..I supposed I should join. Everyone is doing it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861574738023162047-2048552962070371807?l=nsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/2048552962070371807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3861574738023162047&amp;postID=2048552962070371807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2048552962070371807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861574738023162047/posts/default/2048552962070371807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nsargent.blogspot.com/2008/04/everyone-is-doing-it.html' title='Everyone is doing it...'/><author><name>NiNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743608906363777798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAYhOOjZP-o/SA1MJzSegpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_9IAE_3dT7c/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
