<?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-2892256332365929426</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:10:12.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-5284097441811114909</id><published>2010-10-05T23:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:53:02.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to 55!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TKwOrlEl8LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UStmbr-S4jw/s1600/n17128717_31155138_6743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TKwOrlEl8LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UStmbr-S4jw/s200/n17128717_31155138_6743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524806984725295282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the coolest 55-year old I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember about 20 years ago, when my mom was out for the evening, Dad served us kids up some fried bologna for dinner as we watched America's Funniest Home videos. We sat on the floor, sipped orange juice, and laughed our heads off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming home from Awana's at church on Wednesday nights in dad's car, racing against mom to see who could get home first. "Take a shortcut, Dad! Faster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dad coming home late from the office during tax season, with Taco Bueno in his hands. Julie and I would scarf down as much Mucho Nacho as we could before Dad tickled us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting Dunkin Donuts with Dad for the family before bed and having to take a 2 minute shower before I could eat mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dad taking me on early morning breakfast dates at Waffle House before school in highschool. I love those special one-on-one times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Treasure Hunt at the old house. We would team up and tackle each other over an old dirty sock treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember helping Dad pick out a new wedding ring for Mom for their 20th Anniversary in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dad holding Brett's squirming body down, so Julie and I could give him kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad! I can't imagine having a more amazing Dad - willing to do anything, anytime, anywhere for his family. Thanks for being an amazing man of God. Loving Him above all helps you love us more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-5284097441811114909?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5284097441811114909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=5284097441811114909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5284097441811114909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5284097441811114909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheers-to-55.html' title='Cheers to 55!'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TKwOrlEl8LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UStmbr-S4jw/s72-c/n17128717_31155138_6743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-6369589741517540505</id><published>2010-10-02T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:02:04.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the big question</title><content type='html'>So last night, I thought to myself... why don't I wear lipstick? Alot of people wear lipstick. Why don't I wear lipstick? I've kinda always been a more natural girl, the bare minimum when it comes to makeup. But yesterday, I thought I should try lipstick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't just at a normal time of day that I had this thought. It seems I always have wacked-out thoughts late at night... see my previous post for evidence of that. But no, I thought I should try on some lipstick at 11:30 last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk to the bathroom. High up on the shelf is a paper bag of "stuff I don't use very often, but can't seem to throw away." Alot of girls know what I'm talking about. "Hey, I might wear this or use this someday, and it's still perfectly good. I can't find any good reason to throw it away." Deep in the bag was lipstick... a bright red shade. Something to really notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slather it on my lips. Hmmm... kinda bold, but not half bad. Kinda brightens things up a bit. Throws people for a loop. I wonder if anyone will notice. I hop back in bed, try to read a little and zzzzzzzzz.... sleepy time. Off to lala land. Where I always look like a supermodel in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up, roll out of bed, and head to the bathroom. Light on and.... "WHAT THE....?" Who died on my lips and bled all over my teeth?!?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TKgMjT5_ITI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x_XshzSwMt8/s1600/LipstickTeeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TKgMjT5_ITI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x_XshzSwMt8/s200/LipstickTeeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523678743748354354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangit, I'm such a dummy! Never go to bed with lipstick on. Even if you look like a supermodel in your dreams, you won't wake up looking like one. I really LOL'd. Not gonna lie. I hate it when people write or text LOL. I'm like, really? Did you really "laugh out loud" or are you just trying to make yourself look funny? But I really did LOL at myself! Not gonna lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the big question... What if I woke up, got dressed and went on with my day, never once looking in the mirror. Are you the kind of person to point out, "Hey, wipe off your nasty lipstick teeth, you little dweeb!" or are you the kinda person to just wish away the embarassing elephant on the face, and hope the next time I take a bite of food or sip my drink that it'll wash away the stain??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, though... which are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-6369589741517540505?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6369589741517540505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=6369589741517540505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/6369589741517540505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/6369589741517540505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-question.html' title='the big question'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TKgMjT5_ITI/AAAAAAAAAKg/x_XshzSwMt8/s72-c/LipstickTeeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-3020027253132662013</id><published>2010-09-21T06:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:19:18.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a "crazy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TJiiDPNOomI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yBsfQkw7Ygo/s1600/crazy+person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TJiiDPNOomI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yBsfQkw7Ygo/s200/crazy+person.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519339519847866978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. Find that straight jacket. Throw me in a padded room. I've lost it. I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with a start! Look at the clock; it's 6:19. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I've overslept Whiz Kids! I'm supposed to pick up Nora and meet her for the first time. Apparently she cried because she thought it started last week, and I didn't pick her up. I'm the worst tutor EVER! "Whiz Kids lasts until 7:30," I tell myself, "I'll just call her, apologize, and pick her up for the last part. It'll be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm a night-shifter. I work at night. And I sleep during the day. But I don't remember Tuesday day. I had plans to hang out with my cousin Ashley and her two boys all day today. I think that's an awefully long time to sleep. Surely Ashley would have called me and called me, saying "Where are you? I thought we had plans!" Surely, I didn't sleep through the whole day! Yah, I went to bed at 2 in the morning, but I wouldn't think I would have slept through the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump out of bed with my phone, turn on the light, look at my crazy hair in the mirror and think, "Okay, I'll just wash my face real fast, throw some clothes on, and I'll be out the door..... I'm the worst tutor ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to the kitchen and notice that it's pretty dark outside. Okay, I didn't think it was daylight savings time yet. It wasn't supposed to get dark this early in the evening already. That's weird. Dialing Nora on the phone. Pretty sure it's Nora's Spanish-speaking mother on the phone. I say, "NORA!" like she's hard of hearing or something. Nora's brother gets on the phone, and I explain my case. "I'm Kaylyn, Nora's new Whiz Kids tutor. I'm so sorry I'm late. I told her yesterday that I would pick her up at 5:30 for Whiz Kids and I'm just a little late. But I can head over there now. Is Nora there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear some Spanish translation of my message to Nora's mom in the background. Brother gets back on the phone in a super sweet voice. "Well she goes to school at 7 and comes back at 3." I'm thinking, Who goes to school at 7 in the evening? "No, I know she gets home from school around 3, but I told her that I would pick her up at 5:30, and I know I'm a little late, but I can still come pick her up if she's there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Spanish translation in the background. "Well... I guess my mom says you can come pick her up, but...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it dawns on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just called Nora, my precious little Whiz Kid, whom I haven't even officially met yet, at 6:19 IN THE MORNING. OH MY GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE JUST MADE A COMPLETE FOOL OF MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what," I try to cover myself, acting all cool and sly. "You're right. I'll just come pick her up this afternoon, okay? I'm sorry." click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH. I just called Nora's phone at 6:19 AM and tried to convince her lovely Spanish-speaking mother to let me come pick up her child RIGHT NOW. Before school. AT 6:19 IN THE MORNING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've done lost it. I've lost my marbles. So many clues I just passed over. &lt;br /&gt;1. It was dark outside. &lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't hang out with Ashley today, like planned.&lt;br /&gt;3. That's an awefully long time to sleep for me. &lt;br /&gt;4. I didn't work last night anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and lock me up. I'm a certified "crazy." Let's see if she still wants to go to Whiz Kids in about 12 hours, cause I don't know if I would if I were her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I'm posting this now, because if I don't, when I wake up for real, I'll think it was all a bad dream... and it was NOT A DREAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-3020027253132662013?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3020027253132662013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=3020027253132662013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/3020027253132662013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/3020027253132662013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m a &quot;crazy&quot;'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TJiiDPNOomI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yBsfQkw7Ygo/s72-c/crazy+person.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-4396780836739069163</id><published>2010-09-14T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:54:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whizzzz kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TJBMsTg5BuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uLhgYgQPGdI/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TJBMsTg5BuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uLhgYgQPGdI/s200/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516993867565041378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Desteny. I first met Desteny when she looked like this picture I'm holding up next to her current self. She was a shy quiet 3rd grader. Her English was minimal, her smile hesitant, and her concentration was lacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th grade began a beautiful friendship. I encouraged her with cards each week reminding her of who she is in Christ. A beautiful daughter of the Lord. She laughed alot more. Little changed with her concentration but her smile came easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th grade emerged a girl with a flair for life. I couldn't get her to stop talking long enough to read a sentence in a book. Her reading comprehension level was still slow and choppy. She invited me to her sister's 3rd birthday party (which apparently is a BIG deal), and I started to see her love for her sister outgrow the annoying sister tag-a-long. She invited me to her 5th grade graduation where she wore a beautiful yellow dress. Her parents let me take her out for ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th grade popped out a woman! Desteny shared with me her dreams of college, job, owning a house, supporting her sister. Her passion for life astounded me! Who is this young woman? Where did the shy little chica go? Desteny's concentration could still bounce faster than Federer's serve, but she excelled in math and science at her charter school. She called me friend. I actually teared up one time looking at her, thinking of how she's changed over the years. She said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying, weirdo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 7th grade. She said no to Whiz Kids this year, but asked me to tutor her mini-me, Alondra when she's old enough. She's a strong woman with an exciting future and I'm proud to call her friend. I love you Desteny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning a new leaf.... I'm starting back at 2nd grade with a new Whiz Kid next week. Haven't met her yet. Drove past her house and prayed for her, but I haven't met Nora yet. I'm excited and nervous to begin this journey again. Now I know why people do this. I've gained a friend for life, and I'm ready to make some more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-4396780836739069163?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4396780836739069163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=4396780836739069163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/4396780836739069163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/4396780836739069163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/whizzzz-kids.html' title='whizzzz kids'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TJBMsTg5BuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uLhgYgQPGdI/s72-c/IMG_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-7935028300245440450</id><published>2010-09-14T03:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T03:43:08.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working out</title><content type='html'>does anybody get bored with working out? &lt;br /&gt;anybody have any fun ideas to spice up your routine?&lt;br /&gt;i used to work out with a guy named roderick and he always had me do something new and different. it was never the same from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;i loved it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored with working out.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get fit but i don't like running on a treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like "typical gym activities."&lt;br /&gt;throw some ideas my way, or call me up and let's adventure together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-7935028300245440450?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7935028300245440450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=7935028300245440450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7935028300245440450'/><link rel='self' 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state fair, there was a penguin show. nothing has ever compared to this show at the fair, and i doubt anything ever will.... &lt;br /&gt;cayce can attest to that.... so let's beg the oklahoma state fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING BACK THE PENGUINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59787fa47a4d90ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-4424330112448759595</id><published>2009-05-09T00:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:52:04.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a reminder sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SgUaALdSpaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t3H3rcOLj60/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 59px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SgUaALdSpaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t3H3rcOLj60/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333697924068189602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so easy to forget to pray? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday at whiz kids, i lost my car keys. i don't know why, but it upset me a little. i don't usually get frantic and emotional about little trivial things, but for some reason, i momentarily freaked out. i asked desteny, "didn't you grab my keys when we were in the gym?" "no, i don't have them, i promise!" so we start retracing our steps. the gym is locked. the library is locked. downstairs, telling my tale, carol suggests, "let's pray about it. Lord, help us find kaylyn's keys." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, seriously, why is it so hard for me to think to shoot up a prayer to the God who cares about each and every detail of our lives. a simple request in faith. a prayer heard by the LORD God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaylyn, i found your keys inside the game box we played." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Jesus. may i be quicker to bring my needs to you next time. thanks for the reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-4424330112448759595?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4424330112448759595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=4424330112448759595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/4424330112448759595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/4424330112448759595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-reminder-sometimes.html' title='i need a reminder sometimes...'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SgUaALdSpaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t3H3rcOLj60/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-7409788144303724983</id><published>2009-04-08T12:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:06:38.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SdzkEps00CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kEbwEAM3XZw/s1600-h/quarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SdzkEps00CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kEbwEAM3XZw/s200/quarter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322379628209557538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm a quarter...&lt;br /&gt;is this where i thought i'd be at 25? &lt;br /&gt;i don't think we should determine our lives layout by the way others have done it. people progress in so many different ways. i have so much to be thankful for, that it would be an insult to God if i wish my life any other way. i know God's got it under control. i have a great and steady job (which is more than a lot of people can say these days), i have a fun house filled with great girl roommates and friends, i have a fun circle of friends (i have many circles, in fact), and i have great health. i've gotten to see much of this world that God has created. i've been challenged to expand my view of the world and see it the way the LORD does by reading his word and understanding his love for all the nations and all the different cultures of people around the world. i am blessed. I AM BLESSED at 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-7409788144303724983?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7409788144303724983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=7409788144303724983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7409788144303724983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7409788144303724983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SdzkEps00CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kEbwEAM3XZw/s72-c/quarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-2456948963504092591</id><published>2009-03-23T11:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:21:32.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chiiiiicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/Sce2af8AdvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJt_0-Ot-uo/s1600-h/fwebmaptrain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/Sce2af8AdvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJt_0-Ot-uo/s200/fwebmaptrain.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418451500201714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sis and i did a little vaca in chicago! we had many laughs, many funny circumhappenings and lots of sightseeing! we were blessed with great chicago weather! we did the navy pier, john hancock view of chicago, deep dish chicago pizza, blue man group, shopping on the magnificent mile, dominated the CTA buses and the L routes (or got dominated), shedd aquarium, mary poppins, millenium park with the infamous "bean," and alot more! it was a super duper fun trip! not to mention the looong drive there and back! here's to sister trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/Sce0tsLendI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-3wkWjBhfU8/s1600-h/cloud-gate-grant-pk-chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/Sce0tsLendI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-3wkWjBhfU8/s200/cloud-gate-grant-pk-chicago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416582180576722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-2456948963504092591?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2456948963504092591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=2456948963504092591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2456948963504092591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2456948963504092591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/chiiiiicago.html' title='chiiiiicago'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/Sce2af8AdvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJt_0-Ot-uo/s72-c/fwebmaptrain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-2539740673113963170</id><published>2009-02-08T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:30:20.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>won't you be my valentine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SY57ZXUxUzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cN9Yox4OfGs/s1600-h/Valentinepins-all-done.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SY57ZXUxUzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cN9Yox4OfGs/s200/Valentinepins-all-done.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300309487149732658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day cookie party!&lt;br /&gt;who wants to celebrate a little valentines day love with fun and cookie making? come to my house on friday night at 6 and we can make cookies to give your sweetie or eat for yourself! call if you need directions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-2539740673113963170?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2539740673113963170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=2539740673113963170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2539740673113963170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2539740673113963170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/wont-you-be-my-valentine.html' title='won&apos;t you be my valentine...'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SY57ZXUxUzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cN9Yox4OfGs/s72-c/Valentinepins-all-done.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-8675505425190599494</id><published>2009-01-17T01:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:18:38.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my 100 for 2008</title><content type='html'>1.     ran a mile in under 6 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     fell asleep in the movie theatre (on new year’s eve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     went on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.     made a homemade pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     limo ride to eischen’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.     gave my shirt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.     got my first full time job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.     took an ice bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.     lived in a beach house for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  went to 11 different countries in one day (epcot J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  gave up sweets/desserts for a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  ran out of the blocks in 100m/200m at first ever track meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  saw preserved human bodies without skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  went to the zoo with my 4th grader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  rode my bike to the farmer’s market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  stood next to a man as he died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  made an offer on a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  dragged tires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  signed paperwork for my first house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  got a tattoo (temporary J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  went to a movie by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  got an Indian taco at the okc arts festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  made a fruit pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  made the walk from old central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  walked the stage to get my college diploma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  helped light up trees for brett’s proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  saw cher perform live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  got a rose from cirque du soleil boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  watched the fountains at the bellagio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  got my first massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  sat in a sauna, herbal steam, and ice room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  jumped on the hotel bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  got sunburned at caesar’s palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  painted my kitchen yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  got a roommate and lost the same roommate in the same month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  spent the night at my first house alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  joined church’s missions committee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  got my first full-time job paycheck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.  failed the NCLEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  passed the NCLEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  hosted a lingerie party at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  went to the 50cent movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  adopted a puppy named rocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  bought a $400 couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  worked 6 out of 7 days straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  balanced my checkbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  paid bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.  coordinated Perspectives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.  made blueberry pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  drinks on tuesday nites with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  bought measuring cups for my future sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  got my RN license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  ate at a sit-down restaurant by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  worked my first night shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.  did chest compressions on a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.  painted my nails black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.  sang in a wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.   dressed like a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.  became a landlord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.   did 1000 crunches at one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.  saw Marc Broussard at the House of Blues in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  started my Christmas shopping the week before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.  slept in a cabin with some junior high girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.  watched the OKC Thunder win a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.  painted my nails gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.  got a new dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.  fell off my bike and rolled down a hill while taking Rocky for a run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.  got interrupted talking to a cute guy by a dog with 2 legs walking upright between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.  worked Christmas eve and New Years Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.  learned to play a game with no rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  up at night, sleep in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.  read some books for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.  enjoyed a glass of wine by the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.  shopped at the plaza in Kansas city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.  ate a whole pizza by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.  got really sick from eating a whole pizza by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.  attempted to learn Arabic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  made a smoothie with the magic bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  recovered some chairs and made pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  tried to stick my fist in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.  got my resting heart rate down to 51 bpm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.  drinks in the hot tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  tried to teach my dog a few tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.  got a 4-pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.  entered in a contest to win a new car, but didn’t win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.  started the Friends DVD collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.  got a fish named Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.  lunch club with lovely friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.  bought sushi at an asian market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.  reminisced at the OKC National Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.  ate at Somewhere Else Deli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.  smoked out my living room trying to start a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.  played a board game involving balancing your checkbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  got Chinese takeaway from a mom and pop place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  discovered GMail Video chats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.  laughed until my stomach hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.  spur of the moment trip to Houston and back in one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  barbequed in my backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  made some amazing new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. thanked God for the everyday gift of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-8675505425190599494?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8675505425190599494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=8675505425190599494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8675505425190599494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8675505425190599494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-100-for-2008_783.html' title='my 100 for 2008'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-8081067510268201453</id><published>2008-12-13T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:10:24.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mele kalikimaka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SUSUe2uVA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/AKOBo7nIjng/s1600-h/462_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SUSUe2uVA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/AKOBo7nIjng/s200/462_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279507920991880050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, christmastime. i think of peppermint sticks, pine trees, hot cocoa, dirty santa, scarves, ice skating downtown, besides the obvious. i want to celebrate the season for what it truly means...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my favorite christmas songs is "mary, did you know?" mainly because i try to picture a young girl, holding this precious baby, knowing that God favored her and blessed her with a son who would reign over the house of David, his kingdom never ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mary, did you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy will one day walk on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy has walked where angels trod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy is the lord of all creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy will one day rule the nations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your baby boy is heaven's perfect lamb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you kiss your baby boy, you've kissed the face of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mary had great faith, she sang about her joy in the Lord, giving credit to him, acknowledging his mercy extended to those who fear him. the Lord kept his promise to remain faithful to israel, thus preserving the line of christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only because of the lord's promise and those faithful to carry on in obedience that we can be adopted into the line of christ! i look forward to that kingdom never ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-8081067510268201453?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8081067510268201453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=8081067510268201453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8081067510268201453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8081067510268201453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/mele-kalikimaka.html' title='mele kalikimaka!'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SUSUe2uVA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/AKOBo7nIjng/s72-c/462_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-1142454985288758879</id><published>2008-11-15T18:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:15:45.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>joy the explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SR9mA8aaDBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8PbQ21OfF2Q/s1600-h/sphynxPyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SR9mA8aaDBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8PbQ21OfF2Q/s200/sphynxPyramid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269042255449689106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, the world traveler. she has officially been to 6 of the world's 7 continents. she has seen more of the world than most. i received this text message from my mom on my parent's most recent travel adventure through cairo: "&lt;div&gt;we just went on a camel ride and saw the sphynx!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not fair, mom and dad! take me next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-1142454985288758879?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1142454985288758879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=1142454985288758879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/1142454985288758879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/1142454985288758879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/joy-explorer.html' title='joy the explorer'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SR9mA8aaDBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8PbQ21OfF2Q/s72-c/sphynxPyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-5775784687116774655</id><published>2008-11-15T16:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:24:40.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SR9K0moNWTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dPmW4eZg6IQ/s1600-h/1280_1024_nature_wallpaper_106320843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SR9K0moNWTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dPmW4eZg6IQ/s200/1280_1024_nature_wallpaper_106320843.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269012356629616946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;watch your thoughts; they become words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;  watch your words; they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;watch your actions; they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;watch your habits; they become character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;watch your character; it becomes your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;- frank outlaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-5775784687116774655?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5775784687116774655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=5775784687116774655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5775784687116774655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5775784687116774655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/watch-your-thoughts-they-become-words.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SR9K0moNWTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dPmW4eZg6IQ/s72-c/1280_1024_nature_wallpaper_106320843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-6214853871307583034</id><published>2008-10-28T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:50:13.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jackpot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SQd6_xfxDEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rfxR8xCII_o/s1600-h/surprise(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SQd6_xfxDEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rfxR8xCII_o/s200/surprise(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262309925642636354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how likely is it to win the lottery? how likely is it to win a contest of any sorts? this is a question i've been asking myself recently. see, there was an advertisement in the newspaper the other day that they are giving away a new vw jetta on november 27th. so i click on the link, enter my information, and "thanks for entering..." so really, come on, what are the chances of me actually winning this stupid car? i've found myself going back to this site and plugging in my info as often as i think about it. so, despite the actual statistical chance of me winning, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;somebody wins&lt;/span&gt;. this somebody that wins is gonna be thinking, "wow, i didn't think i'd actually win this!" so what if that somebody was me? i guess we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-6214853871307583034?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6214853871307583034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=6214853871307583034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/6214853871307583034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/6214853871307583034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/jackpot.html' title='jackpot!'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SQd6_xfxDEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rfxR8xCII_o/s72-c/surprise(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-8230466441382994842</id><published>2008-10-12T22:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:22:24.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SPLFLWLLrjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VZsbRkwHXYQ/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SPLFLWLLrjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VZsbRkwHXYQ/s200/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256480513816505906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it seems like it's been wedding season for awhile now. i look back as many of my close friends and my brother have gotten married recently, and it's exciting to see how God draws his people together. when two can serve together better than one can serve alone, God is glorified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my brother's wedding, the pastor officiating took the time to explain the vows more in depth and the promises you are making when you repeat the vows on your wedding day. "i, _____, take you ______, to be my wedded husband/wife. to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do us part. and hereto i pledge you my faithfulness." these vows are not to be taken lightly or in rash judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the symbolism of christ's love to the church is a model for how a husband and wife should live out their relationship. now we are nowhere near perfect, but when our love gets tired, christ gives us strength. when our love grows impatient, christ gives us understanding. when our love is tested, christ refines us with fire to become pure and holy before him. a new picture of christ's love is evident in marriage, and i pray blessings for my newly married friends. may you see your spouse through the love of christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brett and claire, cayce and efren, jill and bj, cory and cole, abby and chase, dacia and toby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-8230466441382994842?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8230466441382994842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=8230466441382994842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8230466441382994842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8230466441382994842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-season.html' title='wedding season'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SPLFLWLLrjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VZsbRkwHXYQ/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-5162983329138522806</id><published>2008-08-20T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:49:59.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you ever get jealous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SKzcrzGNn-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/TBtWP1X-zK0/s1600-h/2006052501_road_to_heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SKzcrzGNn-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/TBtWP1X-zK0/s200/2006052501_road_to_heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236803111733796834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things here on this earth that i don't understand. in his creative plan, God brought one of his servants home. a young man was killed earlier this week in india. he had flown there with a group of others from here in america to go to this distant land that is full of a harvest needing workers. this team of believers responded in obedience to the command to go and make disciples of all nations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why would God bring him home? it's hard to find reasons why a perfectly healthy young man, in the middle of his work for the Lord would leave this earth. in hebrews 11, it talks about the nation of israel that lived and died before the fulfillment of scripture through Christ's coming to the earth. they acted in faith, "saw it from a distance and welcomed the promises of God." they were obedient because they were looking forward to "a better place, a heavenly homeland. That is why God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a heavenly city for them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin's life is a challenge to all of us. when we respond in obedience, God is not ashamed to be called our God. when we respond in obedience, he prepares a heavenly homeland for us. do you ever get jealous of those that are already there? i know that this earth is not my home. i want to respond in obedience, so i can join those who have gone before me. i want to sit in the presence of my king. i get a little jealous sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-5162983329138522806?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5162983329138522806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=5162983329138522806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5162983329138522806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5162983329138522806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-ever-get-jealous.html' title='do you ever get jealous...'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SKzcrzGNn-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/TBtWP1X-zK0/s72-c/2006052501_road_to_heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-952749671392682429</id><published>2008-08-11T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:08:45.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rocky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SKBFPputFuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/trqNM-0nU5Y/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SKBFPputFuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/trqNM-0nU5Y/s200/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233258902206617314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"isn't it weird how just a little puppy can add so much pleasure to someone's life?" my dad and i were just watching rocky play around with his new little chew toy, and he topples off the porch and rolls over his big belly, giving us a good laugh. he barks and tries to get back up, but the step is just a little too high for him to jump up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocky was "rescued" from under a car by my dad's office. he was just wandering around without his mother's supervision, and at only 6-7 weeks old, we figured he needed a little TLC. he had fleas, worms and this weird parasite that he got a shot for at the vet. but now he's flea-free and ready to cuddle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been wanting a puppy, but just didn't want to shell out the big bucks. you know how when you want something, you start seeing it everywhere? i was thinking about how i wanted a puppy a couple weeks ago as i was sitting on my front porch, and i swear, like 30 people starting walking their dogs right then. haha! it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rocky's a little blue heeler. apparently they are very loyal to their owners. they like to herd things, including people. they're very smart dogs and protective of their owners. they are very active dogs and love to go for long walks on the beach. haha. he's pretty mellow and gets really shy in public places, and when he falls asleep in my lap, he's just the cutest thing ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is weird how just a little puppy can add so much pleasure to my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-952749671392682429?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/952749671392682429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=952749671392682429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/952749671392682429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/952749671392682429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/rocky.html' title='rocky'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SKBFPputFuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/trqNM-0nU5Y/s72-c/Photo0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-395630450813005063</id><published>2008-07-13T01:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:00:53.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SHmngICdzYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g86j-JOOkEk/s1600-h/radical+faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SHmngICdzYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g86j-JOOkEk/s200/radical+faith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222389413268278658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then i heard the voice of the LORD saying, 'whom shall i send? and who will go for us?' and i said, 'here am i. send me!'" &lt;br /&gt;isaiah 6:8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-395630450813005063?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/395630450813005063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=395630450813005063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/395630450813005063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/395630450813005063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-must-do-thing-you-think-you-cannot.html' title='faith'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SHmngICdzYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g86j-JOOkEk/s72-c/radical+faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-5938719219151561803</id><published>2008-06-28T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:20:05.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SGZIkHqHVoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MsqqfOpA894/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SGZIkHqHVoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MsqqfOpA894/s200/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216937003723478658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wow, i don't wanna fall into the popular thing to do these days, which is to go green. but i gotta admit, it's fun to ride my bike! yesterday i decided to ride my bike to work, which is only about 2 miles away. i scouted out my route the day before, taking neighborhood byways as opposed to getting killed on the busy freeways :) one thing to note, when you're in a car, you don't really realize you're going up and down hills, so i was in for a little morning sweat on my way to work the next day! and how's this for perfect timing... the clouds were ominous as i was riding, but my neighbor bill said, "no it won't rain today" and i believed him. i got all the way to work without even a sprinkle and when my friend came in a few minutes later, she was drenched! how's that for good timing! and it was hot and sunny in the afternoon when i left. good for a little afternoon stroll...&lt;br /&gt;and this morning, i realized i didn't have any milk. i'm not gonna drive to the grocery store just to buy milk. so i rode my bike! it was a little harder to navigate with a milk jug on the way back, but i survived!&lt;br /&gt;i might not be saving alot of gas, but every little bit helps... plus i get some exercise, break into a little sweat... it's all good! GO GREEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-5938719219151561803?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5938719219151561803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=5938719219151561803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5938719219151561803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5938719219151561803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-green.html' title='going green'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SGZIkHqHVoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MsqqfOpA894/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-4915322647987954994</id><published>2008-06-16T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:00:27.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never settle</title><content type='html'>this morning in the newspaper, i read an article discussing the issue of single women. the author was encouraging aging single women to settle for marriage with an okay guy versus waiting for mr. perfect, because there is no mr. perfect. it really shocked me! i know that some women do think that way, and that "i'm never gonna find mr. right, so i'll just settle for mr. right now." i think this is a scary philosophy. if i were to settle for just an okay guy, and not be challenged daily, goal-driven for the future, or passionate about God and each other, then i would be miserable for the rest of my life, wondering what could have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, mr. right is not necessarily going to be the best looking guy on the block or the most eloquent speaker, but his passion for the heart of God will be the attracting force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want God's best&lt;br /&gt;and i won't settle for anything less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-4915322647987954994?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4915322647987954994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=4915322647987954994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/4915322647987954994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/4915322647987954994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-settle.html' title='never settle'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-6013346954326354439</id><published>2008-06-14T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:19:57.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SFR7piRZr3I/AAAAAAAAADw/APEc-wDqMbE/s1600-h/P6070796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SFR7piRZr3I/AAAAAAAAADw/APEc-wDqMbE/s200/P6070796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211926622279151474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was interviewing for this job, i told carol, my boss, that i want to go overseas and do missions at some point in my life, but right now i know that God has placed me here. he's given me a wonderful job, great colleagues, and a wonderful and stimulating work environment full of people in need. this unit, these patients, these nurses i work with: that's my mission field right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for this opportunity. i know that i'm being challenged and helping people everyday. i'm making a difference, even if it is a small difference in someone's life. please pray that i can be a witness of the GREAT PHYSICIAN. the ultimate healer. the miracle worker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-6013346954326354439?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6013346954326354439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=6013346954326354439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/6013346954326354439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/6013346954326354439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mission.html' title='my mission'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SFR7piRZr3I/AAAAAAAAADw/APEc-wDqMbE/s72-c/P6070796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-2272488967960705319</id><published>2008-06-08T13:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:26:18.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>xander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SEwjL20-H7I/AAAAAAAAADo/45L_gO2VJCo/s1600-h/IMGP6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SEwjL20-H7I/AAAAAAAAADo/45L_gO2VJCo/s200/IMGP6379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209577555564044210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin ashley is having a baby. it's the first baby from my generation so that's really exciting! my mom and i got to go to ashley and stephen's baby shower yesterday! she's got a cute baby bump, and this precious baby is already getting spoiled even before he's out in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is xander josiah bird. what a wonderful gift from God! i pray that xander grows in favor with God and becomes a powerful tool used to give Him praise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-2272488967960705319?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2272488967960705319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=2272488967960705319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2272488967960705319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2272488967960705319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/xander.html' title='xander'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SEwjL20-H7I/AAAAAAAAADo/45L_gO2VJCo/s72-c/IMGP6379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-2962863364083646402</id><published>2008-06-07T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:38:36.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens in vegas, stays in vegas :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SEtGHVG1LKI/AAAAAAAAADg/xR1TifIXRBY/s1600-h/P1010775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SEtGHVG1LKI/AAAAAAAAADg/xR1TifIXRBY/s200/P1010775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209334485722934434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mom, sister and i went to vegas for a little girls week action! it was super fun to chill out after a completing my college education! we shopped, laid out by the pool, went to several shows, spent a day at the spa, and saw the sights! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think girls week is going to turn into an annual event, so i'm always up for a little pampering with the girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are eating sushi on the first night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to go see cher! she was incredible for a 60+ lady, all hyper and jumping around on stage! she was a riot! we got to go see the beatles "love" by cirque du soleil. i had to pick my jaw up off the floor a few times. we had great seats for cirque, and julie and i got alot of attention from the performers. at the end of the show 2 guys gave julie and i some pretty flowers as they were ending the show :) it was special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-2962863364083646402?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2962863364083646402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=2962863364083646402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2962863364083646402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2962863364083646402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happens-in-vegas-stays-in-vegas.html' title='what happens in vegas, stays in vegas :)'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SEtGHVG1LKI/AAAAAAAAADg/xR1TifIXRBY/s72-c/P1010775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-2813415855557337842</id><published>2008-05-19T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:26:15.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://or.ucr.edu/images/pictures/centers/FamilyStudies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://or.ucr.edu/images/pictures/centers/FamilyStudies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know alot of people that don't have the best relationships with their family. and it breaks my heart. family is one of God's sacred institutions. our families on earth are but a dim representation of what the family of God looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed. my family means the world to me. they back me, they cheer me, they support me, they make me laugh, they make me cry, they know that i will do the same for them. i always look forward to spending time with the family just chilling around the kitchen and sharing laughs and stories. i think that's a picture of what heaven's gonna look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your family is cause for more heartache than happiness, don't let that discourage your view of what our heavenly family is like. everything on this earth pales in comparison to eternal things. don't let your dad that lets you down taint your view of our abba father. he will never let you down. he will never quit loving you. he will never walk out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our abba father is constant. he is unwavering. he is faithful. where we lack, he fills in. where we quit, he finishes to completion. he is our source of strength and our rock to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day, the family of God will be complete and there will be a party in the sky. come on brothers and sisters. join me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-2813415855557337842?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2813415855557337842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=2813415855557337842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2813415855557337842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/2813415855557337842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-blessed.html' title='i am blessed'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-7933817942143648735</id><published>2008-05-18T00:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:19:06.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big girl now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-8IoOg6GI/AAAAAAAAADY/uo3uoPa7AEA/s1600-h/n593193178_891818_8670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-8IoOg6GI/AAAAAAAAADY/uo3uoPa7AEA/s200/n593193178_891818_8670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582951059482722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a college graduate! wow, it's crazy that after 19 years of schooling, i'm finally done! well, finished with formal schooling that is.... now comes my real education - on the job experience! i'm so excited/nervous to work in the hospital as a registered nurse. i'm working at integris baptist as an icu nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-8CYOg6FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S-ftUniwUBQ/s1600-h/n593193178_891878_9022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-8CYOg6FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S-ftUniwUBQ/s200/n593193178_891878_9022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582843685300306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-7933817942143648735?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7933817942143648735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=7933817942143648735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7933817942143648735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7933817942143648735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-girl-now.html' title='big girl now'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-8IoOg6GI/AAAAAAAAADY/uo3uoPa7AEA/s72-c/n593193178_891818_8670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-7610981201497972755</id><published>2008-05-17T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:11:11.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-sSYOg6CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gxd4LAjqnAI/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-sSYOg6CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gxd4LAjqnAI/s200/DSC01871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201565526377162786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how you have these friends that are just hands-down, some of the most incredible people you will ever meet? i'm so blessed to have friends like jill and joy. we've been friends since freshman year at osu, and although we don't get to hang out as often as i would like, these girls are some of my best friends! they have blessed me and had such an impact on my life. it was so good to chill for an afternoon at the oklahoma arts festival with these two precious friends. girls, you are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-7610981201497972755?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7610981201497972755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=7610981201497972755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7610981201497972755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7610981201497972755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SC-sSYOg6CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gxd4LAjqnAI/s72-c/DSC01871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-7981043902824053879</id><published>2008-05-17T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:54:59.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine</title><content type='html'>what would the world be like if people put as much emphasis on preparation for eternal life as they do on preparation for life on earth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-7981043902824053879?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7981043902824053879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=7981043902824053879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7981043902824053879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/7981043902824053879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagine.html' title='imagine'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-9198662629045247812</id><published>2008-05-02T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:33:28.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBsmAsF2vhI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hq7LBxkC-PI/s1600-h/P6210136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBsmAsF2vhI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hq7LBxkC-PI/s200/P6210136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195788388379573778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s got a global plan. he’s been fashioning this plan throughout the generations and now it’s up to us. what is this plan? what is God’s ultimate desire? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God desires the praises of his people from every tribe, tongue, and nation&lt;/span&gt; as we see in revelation 7:9. he doesn’t just want all americans in heaven. he doesn’t just want a few chinese and peruvians thrown in there. heaven is not going to be english-speaking. i can tell you that for sure – it’s gonna be a multilingual, multicultural choir going millions strong for the glory of our father. he desires the praises from all people, and this has been his plan all along. the Bible is not just a book with random stories, unconnected, that tell about this great man, Jesus. this theme of all the nations turning back to him is weaved in and throughout the whole Bible. we know what the end result is. we know God’s going to get his praise. it’s up to us to be a part of that plan. i know it’s gonna be one exciting journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna know more about this global agenda God has for bringing back all peoples to himself, check out &lt;a href="http://www.perspectives.org/site/pp.aspx?c=eqLLI0OFKrF&amp;b=2806295"&gt;perspectives&lt;/a&gt;. this 15-week course, designed like a college class, takes off the blinders so you can see the Bible like never before. this course outlines the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biblical basis for mission&lt;/span&gt;, showing and connecting various parts of the Bible, changing forever the way you will look at it. you will see this plan of God’s redeeming the nations throughout all of the old and new testament. it’s not just when Jesus came to the earth. this plan has long been in existence. this course shows the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;historical context of missions&lt;/span&gt; and how this plan has filtered through the ages since the new testament church to where we are now. God has a plan, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it – so let’s jump on board! this course details the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cultural aspect of missions&lt;/span&gt;. believers in cambodia are not going to worship God in the same way as americans or ethiopians. God desires the unique and individual praises from his people. when we share about Christ with our international friends, we must be culturally appropriate. we can’t fit them in our american mold. this course emphasizes the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;strategic basis for missions&lt;/span&gt;. now that we know what God’s purpose is, how can we be a part of it? how can we be strategic in giving God this glory he deserves and bringing about revelation 7:9. this is just a little glimpse of what this class is about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this class has changed my life. it’s changed the way i read the Bible. it’s changed the outlook for my life. it’s changed my everyday thinking. i have a broader perspective and a more exciting desire to help God bring about this plan. i want to be a part of that chorus in heaven, singing praises to my king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this class changed my life so much that i wanted my friends and family to take it. this fall, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;perspectives is coming&lt;/span&gt;! i’m going to be coordinating the class for this fall, and i want you to come! you will not be disappointed. here’s the class information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OKC perspectives will be held at metropolitan baptist church (britton and rockwell)&lt;br /&gt;mondays from 6:30-9:30pm starting august 18 – december 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any questions? please ask me! if you’ve never heard of this class, it’s revolutionary and it will change your life. if you’ve heard of this class but never taken it, now is the time. if you’ve taken it and it’s changed your life, start praying about 2 or 3 friends you can personally encourage to invite to this class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out: &lt;a href="http://www.perspectives.org/site/pp.aspx?c=eqLLI0OFKrF&amp;b=2806295"&gt;perspectives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-9198662629045247812?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9198662629045247812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=9198662629045247812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/9198662629045247812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/9198662629045247812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-got-global-plan.html' title='perspectives'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBsmAsF2vhI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hq7LBxkC-PI/s72-c/P6210136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-8942180731651500292</id><published>2008-05-01T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:43:06.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sister:best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqZ2MF2vgI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vv0jbTpZNog/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqZ2MF2vgI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vv0jbTpZNog/s200/DSC02581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195634276363058690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie ann, you are the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peanut butter to my jelly&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mac to my cheese&lt;/span&gt;, my twin sister 3 years apart, my partner in crime. you laugh at my jokes, i laugh at yours. it's a win-win situation. i'm thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. you make life fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-8942180731651500292?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8942180731651500292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=8942180731651500292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8942180731651500292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8942180731651500292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/sisterbest-friend.html' title='sister:best friend'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqZ2MF2vgI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vv0jbTpZNog/s72-c/DSC02581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-8139092189761118899</id><published>2008-05-01T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:34:08.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit pizza... sign me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqWX8F2vdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vGkdj4YNQs/s1600-h/n44000058_32288443_7048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqWX8F2vdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vGkdj4YNQs/s200/n44000058_32288443_7048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195630458137132498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would anyone like some deliciousness? i made these 2 BEAUTIFUL fruit pizzas yesterday for my unit at the hospital! it was my last day of clinicals on my unit, 901 at integris baptist, before i start working there! i'm so excited! they ate them up really fast! i just thought they looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqXGcF2veI/AAAAAAAAACY/zt9IYLaoiSI/s1600-h/n44000058_32288442_6754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqXGcF2veI/AAAAAAAAACY/zt9IYLaoiSI/s200/n44000058_32288442_6754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195631257001049570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar cookie crust&lt;br /&gt;8oz cream cheese mixed with 8oz cool whip (i used the fat free for both)&lt;br /&gt;then decorate with all the beautiful fruits of your choice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqX2MF2vfI/AAAAAAAAACg/1GRDKtuy4r4/s1600-h/n44000058_32288451_9410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqX2MF2vfI/AAAAAAAAACg/1GRDKtuy4r4/s200/n44000058_32288451_9410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195632077339803122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my besties! it's so fun to ride to clinicals together! we have great times! dancing to chris brown in the car, forgetting our stethoscopes and minds, sprinting out of the hospital early :) love you girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-8139092189761118899?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8139092189761118899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=8139092189761118899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8139092189761118899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/8139092189761118899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/fruit-pizza-sign-me-up.html' title='fruit pizza... sign me up!'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBqWX8F2vdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vGkdj4YNQs/s72-c/n44000058_32288443_7048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-3166210338573724693</id><published>2008-04-27T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:26:23.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna set the world on fire</title><content type='html'> &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKgSZkoinJ0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKgSZkoinJ0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-3166210338573724693?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3166210338573724693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=3166210338573724693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/3166210338573724693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/3166210338573724693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanna-set-world-on-fire.html' title='i wanna set the world on fire'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-1632577553626912946</id><published>2008-04-27T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:43:13.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tifts and galents</title><content type='html'>i think God gives us gifts and talents. i'm in nursing school and some people faint at the sight of blood. i can't deal with 20 screaming first graders, so i'm thankful some are gifted with teaching. i have to use a calculator to solve simple math problems and i'm not good at balancing my checkbook, so i'm glad i don't work work with numbers. my outfits don't always match and i seem to be behind in the fashion world so i'm glad i'm not an apparel designer. i'm not so eloquent with words and i get nervous and red when i speak in groups, so i'm glad others have the gift of public speaking. God gives all of us talents and things we're good at so that we can give them back to him. note that God wants us to give them back to him. let us never take credit for what God has gifted us with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-1632577553626912946?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1632577553626912946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=1632577553626912946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/1632577553626912946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/1632577553626912946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-god-gives-us-talents-and-gifts.html' title='tifts and galents'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-1096665576539319382</id><published>2008-04-27T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:33:58.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>passion</title><content type='html'>i realized that i'm not completely passionate about very many things. i had a revolutionary thought the other day. (i'll explain in a minute...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just recently picked up the sport of track. i've been running, training nearly every day, i even bought some track spikes. i've competed in a track meet (and didn't do so hot). my ultimate goal is not to make it to the olympics. sure i want to do well and to run fast, but my original intent in doing this was just to stay in shape and be fit and healthy. my coach (who's awesome by the way) pushes me to do well and gives me tips on how to increase my speed, but at the end of the day, i'm not passionate about track.&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTjI8F2vaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n-ucEJC7Wns/s1600-h/IMGP6046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTjI8F2vaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n-ucEJC7Wns/s200/IMGP6046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194026012974169506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; i'm about to graduate from nursing school. i mean, like in 13 days, i'm about to graduate. i chose the nursing profession because i love caring and connecting with people. i wanna be that nurse that can make the difference in someone's hospital stay. i want to exceed people's expectations and go out of the way to make my patients feel comfortable and informed. i love learning about the body (maybe not enough to study as much as i should) and seeing how the puzzle fits together when it comes to health problems and diseases. i wanna use these skills to go overseas and minister to people in other countries who don't have the means to stay healthy. i want to help with physical needs around the world, but more than that, i wanna use my nursing skills to share with people about the Great Physician. i wanna share how my God is a healer and a sustainer of life. but at the end of the day, i'm not passionate about nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.247nursing.com/Nurse_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.247nursing.com/Nurse_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to read. i wish i had more time to read. i love to read biographies. i love to read novels. i love to read inspirational stories. i love to read magazine articles. but i have a problem. i get really excited about a book and read a couple chapters, then i see another book that i get super excited about and i start it, leaving the other half-read on my desk. i love to read, but at the end of the day, i'm not passionate about reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allenfriends.com/books_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.allenfriends.com/books_sale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had this revolutionary thought the other day. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what if i was 100% completely passionate about one thing.&lt;/span&gt; how would that one thing change my life? how would my day to day life play out? what would my thoughts about this one thing consist of? who would i hang out with? what would i talk about? would this one thing take over my whole life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peterborough-diocese.org.uk/images/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.peterborough-diocese.org.uk/images/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be 100% completely passionate about jesus. his heart beats for the world to know him . i want my heart to beat for the world to know him. i want my first thought when i wake up in the morning to be about jesus. i want my last thought to be about jesus before i drift off to sleep. i want to talk about jesus with my friends. i want it to be natural to share about jesus with my friends. i want to be jesus to the world. i want to be his hands and feet. jesus was a servant. i want to be a servant. jesus was humble. i want to be humble. jesus was radical. i want to be radical. jesus was compassionate. i want to be compassionate. jesus was love. i want to be love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be passionate about jesus. and i want it to be obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-1096665576539319382?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1096665576539319382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=1096665576539319382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/1096665576539319382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/1096665576539319382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/passion.html' title='passion'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTjI8F2vaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n-ucEJC7Wns/s72-c/IMGP6046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-5253038691016423606</id><published>2008-04-27T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:27:35.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTPXMF2vVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2X9v-qZOl44/s1600-h/IMGP5172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTPXMF2vVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2X9v-qZOl44/s320/IMGP5172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194004267554749778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my puppy rex died about a week and a half ago. he was over 14 years old, and lived a good long life. he was quite possibly the best dog in the whole world. he found us and slept in our garage one night about 14 years ago, and being the little girl i was, i set a bowl of dog food because i didn't want him to starve, and he kept coming back. his owners never searched for him, "can we keep him, puh-lease?" so we kept him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took long bike rides and he would chase after me and he would chase cars too :) he had the biggest water bowl of any dog - he drank out of our swimming pool (i think i would bet that's why he lived so long... chlorine... it lengthens a dogs life :)...) he was so sweet to us. he would nuzzle his head under our hand so that we would scratch him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he outlived any of our other dogs. he taught amy and mocha how to play out in the street, but forgot to teach them how to avoid cars. he got a little jealous when toby came to live with us because toby was a little demanding dog with more energy. but rex was sweet, stable, lovable rex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a wimp when it came to bad weather. if there was even a drop of rain, he would start wimpering until someone let him come inside to go to the garage. because he was an outside dog, he didn't come in much. when he did, we would get really excited and run around the house like a squirrel being electrocuted. he was so excited he would even pee a little bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rex was our little garbage disposal. "mom, i don't want the rest of this chicken." "give it to rex." one time we gave rex waffles. he scarfed them up like he hadn't eaten in years. so anytime i didn't finish my waffle, i tossed it out to rex. my dad was putting in a sprinkler system in our backyard and dug up some tunnels for the pipes. he dug right into a little waffle graveyard. apparently rex didn't really like those waffles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago, rex kept getting out of the backyard and we couldn't figure out if there was a hole in the fence or if he was just pushing hard on the gate. so i watched him from the back window. he casually walked over to the back corner of the fence and took his time. he stopped and looked around for a little bit to see if anyone was looking. he looked at the back door to see if any of the heido's were watching him. then he made his move. he dug a little hole under the fence and he slid through the cracks... i just died laughing because he was like a little human, watching his back, trying to get away with something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss that little puppy! he was the sweetest thing i ever did see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-5253038691016423606?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5253038691016423606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=5253038691016423606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5253038691016423606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5253038691016423606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/rex.html' title='rex'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTPXMF2vVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2X9v-qZOl44/s72-c/IMGP5172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-437294115622808355</id><published>2008-04-10T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:30:57.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTUbMF2vWI/AAAAAAAAABY/aAMxwsEvr8w/s1600-h/n17107128_879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTUbMF2vWI/AAAAAAAAABY/aAMxwsEvr8w/s320/n17107128_879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194009833832365410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey what's up friends? so this whole blog thing is new to me, and i don't really know what's going on, but i thought i'd create a journal/smorgasboard for the thoughts and ideas in my head. i hope to show a little bit about who i am, encourage those i come in contact with, and be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;true friend&lt;/span&gt; to those in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't just wanna be a girl who loves God and knows a little bit about the Bible... i want to be a woman after God's own heart. i want to be a vessel used for God's purposes. who cares what i want. it's not about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-437294115622808355?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/437294115622808355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=437294115622808355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/437294115622808355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/437294115622808355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-experiment.html' title='new experiment'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTUbMF2vWI/AAAAAAAAABY/aAMxwsEvr8w/s72-c/n17107128_879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892256332365929426.post-5425917165039053336</id><published>2008-04-10T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:45:35.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is big!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTV1sF2vXI/AAAAAAAAABg/8BxkFYETgcI/s1600-h/IMGP4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTV1sF2vXI/AAAAAAAAABg/8BxkFYETgcI/s320/IMGP4903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194011388610526578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been challenged to pray for different countries of this world God has put us in. through this book&lt;a href="http://www.operationworld.org/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.operationworld.org/"&gt;operation world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i've learned so much about how other countries function, and it's given me a bigger heart for the world :) on this particular day, i was praying for columbia, and this was one of the answers to prayer that was listed to pray for. it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is reaching the lowest and most desperate. Bellavista Prison is a maximum security prison in Medellin that was often called "hell on earth" where the murder rate often topped one per day. Through prayer and the bold witness of some anointed believers the prison has seen a remarkable turning of the most hardened criminals to Christ. Large numbers of the inmates are now believers, and round the clock prayer chains often function. The spirit of murder has all but disappeared, and the brutal conditions improved. Now, a Bible Institute has formed in the prison, training inmates for ministry once they are released."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i read that and picked my jaw up off the desk, my second thought was, "wow, don't we serve an amazing God?!" when most people would have given up and said these men would never know Jesus, through the power of prayer and the direction of the Holy Spirit, this prison has turned into a seminary! ha! that's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;can we all just stop and smile and praise Jesus for a second! that's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you are encouraged today that what you're doing is worth it. you might not be seeing results x10 right now, but God is moving when we are obedient to share the gospel! take time out today just to praise God for ways that make no earthly sense! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.operationworld.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892256332365929426-5425917165039053336?l=hellokaylyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5425917165039053336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892256332365929426&amp;postID=5425917165039053336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5425917165039053336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892256332365929426/posts/default/5425917165039053336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaylyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='God is big!'/><author><name>kaylyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09305626057970142779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/TI8zqSgEz_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N-9ve6gJZY0/S220/n17128717_36034141_7083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVUOQhnqj9c/SBTV1sF2vXI/AAAAAAAAABg/8BxkFYETgcI/s72-c/IMGP4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
