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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to invite you to join me over at my new blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://livingintheshadowlands.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Shadowlands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the start of another new adventure. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4492623886757066799?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4492623886757066799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4492623886757066799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4492623886757066799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4492623886757066799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3156461053031069498</id><published>2011-03-26T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:59:50.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>10(ish) Books I'd Like to see on the Big Screen</title><content type='html'>I saw this tag going around (on Facebook) and there are LOTS of books I would like to see on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  of these must be done true to the book.&amp;nbsp; Some alterations are ok,  because obviously not everything translates well from the page to the  screen, but as long as it's a good adaptation I want to SEE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare&lt;/strong&gt; (why hasn't this been made before????????????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;/strong&gt; (trilogy)&amp;nbsp; (I think it is being made... yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis&lt;/strong&gt; (this is one of my favorite Narnia books... but I say that about all of them.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Savvy by Ingrid Law&lt;/strong&gt; (This would be LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;/strong&gt;  (I know there's already an excellent movie adaptation of this one.&amp;nbsp; And  updated version would be awesome too though.&amp;nbsp; If it was done right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall&lt;/strong&gt;  (I &amp;lt;3 The Penderwicks.&amp;nbsp; There should be more fiction like this for  kids.&amp;nbsp; And there should be movies so kids also have great things to  watch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury&lt;/strong&gt; (I have heard rumors of this one being in the making for YEARS.&amp;nbsp; It needs to just get DONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare&lt;/strong&gt; (Um, it's awesome.&amp;nbsp; 'Nuff said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;/strong&gt;  (On 2nd thought maybe it should be a TV miniseries.&amp;nbsp; In order to do it  right it would have to be like a 10 hour movie... so, maybe a miniseries  would be good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Hattie Big Sky by Kirby Larson &lt;/strong&gt;(There's a niche for it.&amp;nbsp; It would sell. Make it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Goose Girl by Shannon Hale &lt;/strong&gt;(Any of Shannon Hale's books would make beautiful movies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; This Present Darkness by Frank Peretti &lt;/strong&gt;(I'm actually surprised that some Christian movie making company hasn't picked this one up yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle&lt;/strong&gt; (It's a classic. More people should know about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart&lt;/strong&gt;  (The Benedict Society books are the books I hold all other Kids'  Fiction up to as a standard.&amp;nbsp; Everything should be this clean, this  exciting, this educational.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIV is the new X.&amp;nbsp; :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3156461053031069498?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3156461053031069498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3156461053031069498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3156461053031069498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3156461053031069498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/10ish-books-id-like-to-see-on-big.html' title='10(ish) Books I&apos;d Like to see on the Big Screen'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5128052676610335013</id><published>2010-12-27T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:35:07.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>Hey Good Lookin' Whatcha' Got Cookin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TRk8qXKUNDI/AAAAAAAACuE/gHcJU4VpH4k/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TRk8qXKUNDI/AAAAAAAACuE/gHcJU4VpH4k/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like BROWNIES... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TRk9shwDuRI/AAAAAAAACuM/hvsjVyZOxlo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TRk9shwDuRI/AAAAAAAACuM/hvsjVyZOxlo/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;YUM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Whatcha&apos; Got Cookin&apos;?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TRk8qXKUNDI/AAAAAAAACuE/gHcJU4VpH4k/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4522252419117097878</id><published>2010-12-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:00:01.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dressed in Holiday Style</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My coworkers and I are easily the hippest, funnest, coolest &lt;strike&gt;elves&lt;/strike&gt;, Florists in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQk43GxYODI/AAAAAAAACrY/ADwTsNluMmI/s1600/Erschen%2527s+Team+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQk43GxYODI/AAAAAAAACrY/ADwTsNluMmI/s320/Erschen%2527s+Team+Christmas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister who came to pick me up from work and stayed to take pictures of me and my awesome co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQk47apOyxI/AAAAAAAACrc/Es7oluHjsMI/s1600/Me+Katie+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQk47apOyxI/AAAAAAAACrc/Es7oluHjsMI/s320/Me+Katie+Christmas.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4522252419117097878?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4522252419117097878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4522252419117097878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4522252419117097878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4522252419117097878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/dressed-in-holiday-style.html' title='Dressed in Holiday Style'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQk43GxYODI/AAAAAAAACrY/ADwTsNluMmI/s72-c/Erschen%2527s+Team+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5163054148253008291</id><published>2010-12-15T09:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:06:00.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah B.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Jazzy Jingle Bells</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Happy Holidays from the City Children's Choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyM_8ed1I/AAAAAAAACrI/dE5KYh9s-DM/s1600/children%2527s+choir+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyM_8ed1I/AAAAAAAACrI/dE5KYh9s-DM/s320/children%2527s+choir+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which my little brother is a proud member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyVnca1bI/AAAAAAAACrM/P2t29ZkMkGA/s1600/children%2527s+choir+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyVnca1bI/AAAAAAAACrM/P2t29ZkMkGA/s320/children%2527s+choir+2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore these light up reindeer antlers that he had to keep switching on constantly throughout the concert because they only blinked for 20 seconds or so after pressing the button.&amp;nbsp; So, of course he had to keep reaching up and pressing the button.&amp;nbsp; I don't know who bought him those antlers.&amp;nbsp; *whistles innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyaFYQueI/AAAAAAAACrQ/jzkJK2jfG5Y/s1600/Elizabeth+and+Luke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyaFYQueI/AAAAAAAACrQ/jzkJK2jfG5Y/s320/Elizabeth+and+Luke.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and his friend Elizabeth.&amp;nbsp; "Choir is FUN!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgydlrzr_I/AAAAAAAACrU/VMIzed87cUI/s1600/Elizabeth%252C+Kate%252C+Luke+and+Sarah+Beth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgydlrzr_I/AAAAAAAACrU/VMIzed87cUI/s320/Elizabeth%252C+Kate%252C+Luke+and+Sarah+Beth.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And with little siblings.&amp;nbsp; Who are adorable.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5163054148253008291?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5163054148253008291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5163054148253008291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5163054148253008291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5163054148253008291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/jazzy-jingle-bells.html' title='Jazzy Jingle Bells'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQgyM_8ed1I/AAAAAAAACrI/dE5KYh9s-DM/s72-c/children%2527s+choir+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2767220241657238487</id><published>2010-12-14T17:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:40:54.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ Heller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>JJ Heller Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jjheller.com/home.asp"&gt;JJ Heller&lt;/a&gt; is easily my favorite recording artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's saying a lot coming from the girl who can find enjoyment in almost any type of music (obviously exception would be heavy metal, whether or not it's even music is debatable.)&amp;nbsp; But, although I have a wide range of tastes, and a big list of favorite songs it's not often that I find an ARTIST that I love.&amp;nbsp; As in, I pretty much love every song she's ever recorded.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/JJHellermusic"&gt;I love her sound.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love her image.&amp;nbsp; I love that she's an independent artist.&amp;nbsp; I love that her music is understated and simple with amazing, killer lyrics.&amp;nbsp; I love that she has an&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://thelovelylittlethings.blogspot.com/"&gt;adorable baby girl that she features along with her adorable sewing projects on her adorable blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love that she and her husband travel together and give beautiful un-pretentious concerts where the audience feels more like they're in the Heller's living room than in a concert hall.&amp;nbsp; By the way, I know about the concerts, because I went to see them a couple weekends ago at the  &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=22868013&amp;amp;postID=2767220241657238487" http:="" stage="" www.outeredge.com=""&gt;Outeredge Stage&lt;/a&gt; (which is awesome by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf8YzVnQEI/AAAAAAAACq4/ebD_QpZHWF0/s1600/winter+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf8YzVnQEI/AAAAAAAACq4/ebD_QpZHWF0/s400/winter+065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I took some friends with me.&amp;nbsp; 'Cause it's always good to spread the JJ Heller love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf9JfIqC3I/AAAAAAAACq8/PGXMJu8up9E/s1600/winter+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf9JfIqC3I/AAAAAAAACq8/PGXMJu8up9E/s400/winter+049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends drink a lot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf-PLXT_uI/AAAAAAAACrA/NVAxPK9kJrs/s1600/winter+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf-PLXT_uI/AAAAAAAACrA/NVAxPK9kJrs/s320/winter+050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we went to Barnes and Noble and shopped in the used book section on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf_bfDSSmI/AAAAAAAACrE/0I48n8CngVY/s1600/winter+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf_bfDSSmI/AAAAAAAACrE/0I48n8CngVY/s320/winter+068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, it was basically a perfect weekend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2767220241657238487?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2767220241657238487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2767220241657238487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2767220241657238487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2767220241657238487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/jj-heller-love.html' title='JJ Heller Love'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQf8YzVnQEI/AAAAAAAACq4/ebD_QpZHWF0/s72-c/winter+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7862093568465473014</id><published>2010-12-01T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:38:22.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><title type='text'>November Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  Re-read.&amp;nbsp; This time for my book club.&amp;nbsp; I liked it just as much this  time around, found myself asking myself more questions.&amp;nbsp; I seem to find  deeper themes when I re-hear or re-read something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102.&amp;nbsp; The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; Also a re-read but, mainly because I was really in the mood for something fluffy.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; *blush*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;103.&amp;nbsp; Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  I didn't love this book as much as I loved Gilead.&amp;nbsp; I feel like there's  so much more than just the words and the surface story in Robinson's  works.&amp;nbsp; The main theme is Transience, or the deep, undercurrent of  transience in three generations of women.&amp;nbsp; It's a story about danger and  beauty, family ties and the lack of family ties.... basically, it's a  story about opposite themes and ideas and philosophies.&amp;nbsp; The characters  are constantly at odds with society, culture and even themselves.&amp;nbsp; Even  the title of the book "Housekeeping" sounds crisp and tidy like clean  sheets and bread baking, but the story itself is untidy, dark and  reclusive.&amp;nbsp; I'm still thinking about this book... I don't think I can  really explain what it all meant to me, but I can't get one phrase out  of my head.&amp;nbsp; In the first few chapters of the book, one woman's three  daughters grow up and move away from home one by one, they all leave and  almost never look back "She had never taught them to be kind to her."&amp;nbsp; I  wonder if we have to teach people to be kind to us?&amp;nbsp; I wonder a lot of  things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;104.&amp;nbsp; Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck&lt;/b&gt; (***)&amp;nbsp; I  didn't love this one as much as I did Steinbeck's The Pearl.&amp;nbsp; There are  a lot of interesting concepts in this novella.&amp;nbsp; Tons of language  though, so be warned.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;105.&amp;nbsp; Gone Away Lake by Elizabeth Enright -&lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Cute.&amp;nbsp; Classic childhood summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;106.&amp;nbsp; Les Miserables by Victor Hugo &lt;/b&gt;-(*****)&amp;nbsp; Are there words for the epic-ness of this book?&amp;nbsp; I think not.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; Everyone should read it.&amp;nbsp; Everyone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;107.&amp;nbsp; Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp;  I think I would have gotten much more out of this book if I knew more  about Chinese culture.&amp;nbsp; As it is, I learned a lot about cultures mixing  how it works and how it doesn't.&amp;nbsp; And generational relationships.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;108.&amp;nbsp; N or M? by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; I think just about any Tommy and Tuppence fan would love this book.&amp;nbsp; It's so them.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7862093568465473014?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7862093568465473014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7862093568465473014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7862093568465473014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7862093568465473014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/november-book-list.html' title='November Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3945832126963770450</id><published>2010-09-30T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:39:26.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>September Book List</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;85.&amp;nbsp; Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  I'm not really sure what exactly I expected from the end of this  trilogy.&amp;nbsp; But, it wasn't this.&amp;nbsp; But, that's ok.&amp;nbsp; I think this book and  it's themes are deeper than the first two books and I wasn't prepared  for it.&amp;nbsp; It's really brutal.&amp;nbsp; And even though it ended as well as anyone  could hope after the experience the rest of the book puts you  through... it's still so tragically bitterly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86.&amp;nbsp; Murder at Hazelmoor by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  It's always fun to read Christie's out of the common way mysteries.&amp;nbsp; By  that I mean, a mystery not featuring Poirot or Marple or The  Beresfords.&amp;nbsp; I love all of those detectives (especially the Beresfords)  like I love my favorite foods (weird analogy?) but, regardless,  something new is always refreshing and stretching.&amp;nbsp; All that to say that  I did not see the end of this one coming at all.&amp;nbsp; I really didn't have  the faintest notion.&amp;nbsp; Of any possibilities at all.&amp;nbsp; I was totally  unprepared.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87.&amp;nbsp; Enemy Brothers by Constance Savery &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; I really like this book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.&amp;nbsp; The Book Thief by Markus Zusak&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  A very poignant story about family, war, death, beauty, grief and the  value of literature.&amp;nbsp; I identify with Liesel, sometimes I'm angry at the  words, too.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they are too beautiful and too true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;89.&amp;nbsp; Sabotaged by Margaret Peterson Haddix &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp;  This is the third book in The Missing series.&amp;nbsp; I was looking forward to  it, but ended up being sadly disappointed.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure that I'd say  it wasn't as good of quality as the first two books in the series.&amp;nbsp; I  think I just wasn't in the same mood as I was when I read the other  two.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90.&amp;nbsp; Gilead by Marilynne Robinson &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Excellent.&amp;nbsp; Highly recommended.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91.&amp;nbsp; To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;/b&gt; (*****)&amp;nbsp; I can't believe I had never read this book before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&amp;nbsp; Rephrase that: LOVED it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;92.&amp;nbsp; The Pearl by John Steinbeck &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; Also excellent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3945832126963770450?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3945832126963770450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3945832126963770450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3945832126963770450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3945832126963770450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-book-list.html' title='September Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-770228503746283242</id><published>2010-08-31T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:30:04.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>August Book List</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;70.&amp;nbsp; Miracles by C.S. Lewis &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp;  C.S. Lewis is some kind of awesome.&amp;nbsp; As some of my friends and I like  to say "He's better than Chuck Norris."&amp;nbsp; Easily.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71.&amp;nbsp; The Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; Really sweet.&amp;nbsp; Newberry Honor Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72.&amp;nbsp; Ten Books That Screwed Up the World and Five Others That Didn't Help by Benjamin Wiker &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Very interesting.&amp;nbsp; I would recommend reading it. PG-13 rating, though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.&amp;nbsp; Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment by James Patterson &lt;/b&gt;(***)  Sci-Fi.&amp;nbsp; Amazingly these books sort of enthrall me.&amp;nbsp; Plenty of plot  twists that are totally unexpected, and I love the main character, Max.&amp;nbsp;  Some language.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.&amp;nbsp; Maximum Ride: School's Out Forever by James Patterson &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; Ditto above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75.&amp;nbsp; East of Eden by John Steinbeck&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  This book blew me away.&amp;nbsp; I loved the themes and the redemption and the  lessons.&amp;nbsp; Beautifully woven words.&amp;nbsp; BUT, unfortunately, I would have to  give at the very least a PG-13 rating.&amp;nbsp; This book is intense, vulgar and  packed with language and "adult situations" prostitution... you name  it.&amp;nbsp; Ultimately it's a story of good vs. evil, our personal struggles  with our own sin nature and the redeeming power of God to save, IF we  choose to be saved.&amp;nbsp; Amazing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; One of Agatha Christie's most famous novels.&amp;nbsp; Read it and you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77.&amp;nbsp; Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; I can't help it.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis &lt;/b&gt;(*****)  Reviewed &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review-great-divorce-by-cs-lewis.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;79.&amp;nbsp; Scumble by Ingrid Law &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Pretty awesome.&amp;nbsp; Companion to Savvy, so read that one first if you haven't already.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;80.&amp;nbsp; Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  Surprisingly I kind of loved this book.&amp;nbsp; It's funny, because I found  myself deeply identifying with the author and two paragraphs later  raising my eyebrows.&amp;nbsp; Haha, ok, not really.&amp;nbsp; What I mean to say is, this  book advertises itself as "Non-religious thoughts on Christian  spirituality" and that's basically what it is.&amp;nbsp; A lot of Christians  would probably be offended by some of what Donald Miller has to say.&amp;nbsp;  It's not for everyone.&amp;nbsp; But, again, I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;81.&amp;nbsp; Farewell Summer by Ray Bradbury &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp;  Sequel, or rather, extension of Dandelion Wine.&amp;nbsp; And, disappointingly,  not nearly as good.&amp;nbsp; It just didn't hit me the same way.&amp;nbsp; *shrug*&amp;nbsp; But,  regardless I still consider the author as having some kind of special  magic juice in his pen instead of ink.&amp;nbsp; Wonder where I could get some of  that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82.&amp;nbsp; A Shot in the Dark by Richard Powell &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  Well, if you're in the mood for an action movie from the 1950s but  you're really more in a reading mood than a watching mood, and you'd  like some soldier-y action and a lot of pretty girls, er &lt;i&gt;dames&lt;/i&gt;  all referred to by their hair color (i.e. "a blond" "a brunette", etc.)  and you like characters that are always making cute remarks, see? And  you like those same characters to be addicted to cigarettes in a big way  (back in the 50s this was totally normal) and you like international  crimes and big deals, and some really fantastic (and funny) descriptive  passages.&amp;nbsp; And just some plain awesome lines, like for instance this  one: "According to the books, back in ancient times you had to rescue  women from dragons before they felt that they had a first mortgage on  you.&amp;nbsp; There must have been a surplus of men in those days.&amp;nbsp; In modern  times a mouse would do."&amp;nbsp; Well, then.&amp;nbsp; This book is for you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;83.&amp;nbsp; Prison to Praise by Merlin Caruthers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp;  Feels sort of like a faith thriller.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Good stories.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure I  agree with all the author's theology but in all honesty, I doubt  there's any book on faith or theology with which I agree 100%.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.&amp;nbsp; Lord of the Flies by William Golding &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  This book is hard to describe without totally giving away the whole  central theme.&amp;nbsp; Which, without going into too much detail and trying not  to sound too shallow at the same time is basically good vs. evil.&amp;nbsp; It's  about human nature, society and government.&amp;nbsp; In the author's words "The  theme is an attempt to trace the defects of society back to the defects  of human nature.&amp;nbsp; The moral is that the shape of a society must depend  on the ethical nature of the individual and not on any political system  however apparently logical or respectable." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-770228503746283242?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/770228503746283242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=770228503746283242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/770228503746283242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/770228503746283242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-book-list.html' title='August Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5998013578546257237</id><published>2010-08-02T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:55:29.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Savvy by Ingrid Law &lt;/b&gt;(****)  (342 pages) Savvy is just plain an awesome book.&amp;nbsp; I love the style, I  love the message, I love the characters, I love the descriptions, I love  the voice.&amp;nbsp; And the sequel is coming out next month.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Cheaper by the Dozen by Frank Gilbreth, Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey &lt;/b&gt;(****) (203 pages) Very humorous and well written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66.&amp;nbsp; Dug Down Deep, Unearthing What I Believe and Why it Matters by Josh Harris &lt;/b&gt;(*****)  (231 pages)&amp;nbsp; I loved this book.&amp;nbsp; I think that the author and I have a  lot in common.&amp;nbsp; Growing up in the church world, Christianity tends to  become more of a way of life than a foundation and a belief system  chosen of our own accord.&amp;nbsp; I appreciated this book so much I really  can't describe it.&amp;nbsp; Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.&amp;nbsp; Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta &lt;/b&gt;(**)  (419 pages) Two stars because it held my interest to the end.&amp;nbsp; Excuse  me while I climb back onto my soapbox.&amp;nbsp; Is anyone tired of hearing this  yet?&amp;nbsp; WHY, WHY WHY???!??!&amp;nbsp; must there be SO MUCH language and... JUNK in  Young Adult Fiction?&amp;nbsp; I understand that it's nothing kids don't hear  every day the minute they walk out their front door.&amp;nbsp; I don't care.&amp;nbsp;  It's wrong.&amp;nbsp; It's disgusting.&amp;nbsp; I finished this book because the  progression of it fascinated me in a train wreck kind of way.&amp;nbsp; Can't  bear to keep going, but can't look away...&amp;nbsp; The plot comes out so slowly  and so fragmented that it's illogical to stop 3/4ths of the way through  the book because by that time you are only starting to understand what  it's all about and you've already invested so much time into it... I'm  sure it's designed this way on purpose.&amp;nbsp; Which is quite genius, I'm  sure.&amp;nbsp; But, I found the main character annoying, and I really didn't  like any of the other characters either come to think of it.&amp;nbsp; The  writing is only so-so in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's just not my preferred  style.&amp;nbsp; Or, maybe I'm just being too nice.&amp;nbsp; If you have any aversion to  language and adult situations, suicide, etc.... do not read this book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68.&amp;nbsp; Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury&lt;/b&gt;  (****) (184 pages) This book is full of magic words from start to  finish.&amp;nbsp; I think I could've read it one sentence a time and stopped to  consider and wonder at each one.&amp;nbsp; The front of my (borrowed) copy calls  it "A novel of the strange and wonderful" which I think is a very  accurate description.&amp;nbsp; This book is summer, life, death, wonder, horror  and growing up all neatly packaged into 184 pages of the most beautiful  prose that I'm almost tempted to call it poetry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;69.&amp;nbsp; The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins &lt;/b&gt;(***)  (374 pages)&amp;nbsp; Reviewed &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-review-hunger-games.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5998013578546257237?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5998013578546257237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5998013578546257237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5998013578546257237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5998013578546257237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/july-book-list.html' title='July Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7961735121214863554</id><published>2010-07-15T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:14:44.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know I said I'd try to be around more.&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy lately getting ready for kids camp which is next week already!&amp;nbsp; And...&amp;nbsp; things have been busy/complicated at work due to health issues with our already very limited staff. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on ideas for posts, but I think it's safe to say you won't see me for sure until after camp.&amp;nbsp; So, hopefully the week after next I'll have some time to post.&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone is having a really good summer.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to hear about what you've been doing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7961735121214863554?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7961735121214863554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7961735121214863554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7961735121214863554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7961735121214863554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7036182147427488330</id><published>2010-07-05T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:41:05.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>June Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;53.&amp;nbsp; Murder Must  Advertise by Dorothy Sayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- (*****) (356  pages) Oh, Lord Peter, how I've missed you.&amp;nbsp; I love this book.&amp;nbsp; Is it  because Lord Peter goes undercover as "Death Bredon"?&amp;nbsp; Is it because he  plays cricket amazingly?&amp;nbsp; Is it because Lady Mary and Chief Inspector  Parker are so involved?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; But, I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54.&amp;nbsp;  The Death of Ivan Illych by Leo Tolstoy- &lt;/b&gt;(****) (61 pages) Tolstoy  packed a whole lot of life lessons into only 61 pages.&amp;nbsp; I really don't  even know where to start.&amp;nbsp; The entire novella revolves around the life  and death (mostly death) of Illych.&amp;nbsp; A majority of the last half is him  struggling with his imminent death.&amp;nbsp; He tries to rationalize why he  deserves death, because in his opinion, he doesn't deserve it at all.&amp;nbsp;  (As a side note, one of Tolstoy's points deals with every human's  reluctance to admit that death is inevitable to every person.&amp;nbsp; Very  interesting.)&amp;nbsp; I really would recommend that you read this book  yourself.&amp;nbsp; It's a novella so very easy to read through in one or two  sittings.&amp;nbsp; What I learned: Life is about others.&amp;nbsp; Not me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55.&amp;nbsp;  Happy Ever After by Leo Tolstoy &lt;/b&gt;(***) (97 pages) Another of  Tolstoy's novella's.&amp;nbsp; This one was on the theme of love.&amp;nbsp; It was  idyllic, enchanting, nasueating, depressing and inspiring by turn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.&amp;nbsp;  Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko &lt;/b&gt;(***) (215 pages)  2004 Newberry Honor Book.&amp;nbsp; Welcome to the Rock.&amp;nbsp; Imagine growing up on  the island of Alcatraz.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; This book was so much better and so much  worse than I thought it would be.&amp;nbsp; Negative points: Some language.&amp;nbsp;  Crudeness.&amp;nbsp; Positive points: I like the main character, Moose.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&amp;nbsp;  He reminds me of my brother.&amp;nbsp; The central theme of the story is Moose's  relationship with his older sister Natalie, who from what I can tell has  a very severe form of autism.&amp;nbsp; Back in 1935 autism had hardly been  heard of and most autistic people were admitted to asylums.&amp;nbsp; I found it  very touching.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;57.&amp;nbsp; The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale &lt;/b&gt;(****) (383 pages) I  think this was the first Shannon Hale book I read... I think.&amp;nbsp; Anyway,  Hale has a beautiful way with words.&amp;nbsp; Enchanting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58.&amp;nbsp; The  Twenty-One Balloons by William Pene du Bois &lt;/b&gt;(****) (180 pages) 1947  Newberry Award Winner.&amp;nbsp; I really had no idea what this book was about  when I picked it up.&amp;nbsp; And I was a little nervous about 10 pages in that  it was going to be boring.&amp;nbsp; Lots of technical details about traveling by  hot air balloon... But, then it all picked up I found myself devouring  all 180 pages in about 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; Absolutely delightful!&amp;nbsp; Educational,  exciting, adventurous, humorous.&amp;nbsp; Definitely recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59.&amp;nbsp;  A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner &lt;/b&gt;(****) (316 pages)  This is the fourth book in the Queen's Thief series.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed it, but I  wouldn't rank it as highly as the other books in the series.&amp;nbsp; Still  very enjoyable though.&amp;nbsp; Even though (I don't like admitting this) I feel  like I'm always a step and half behind on catching up when I'm reading  Turner's books... I feel like I'm just not &lt;i&gt;getting&lt;/i&gt; it.&amp;nbsp; Is this  intentional?&amp;nbsp; Or, is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60.&amp;nbsp; Al Capone Shines My  Shoes by Gennifer Choldenko &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; (270 pages)&amp;nbsp; Sequel to &lt;u&gt;Al  Capone Does My Shirts&lt;/u&gt; and really just as enjoyable as the first  book.&amp;nbsp; Again, I'm struck by the novelty of growing up on Alcatraz. (As a  side note, the Author's Note section is way too interesting to be  skipped.)&amp;nbsp; Again, though, I found myself cringing several times.&amp;nbsp;  Because of language, yes, but mostly just plain crudeness.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's  just me.&amp;nbsp; My mouth is cleaner than Comet.&amp;nbsp; I can't say I can recommend  this book or it's prequel unreservedly.&amp;nbsp; I understand that most people  are accustomed to this sort of language.&amp;nbsp; I even am to some degree.&amp;nbsp;  But, I can't say that I'm comfortable with being accustomed to it.&amp;nbsp; And I  can't say I think it's ok, or that other people should be, too.&amp;nbsp;  Remember, I'm about 15 years older than the target age range of these  books.&amp;nbsp; I do love Choldenko's style.&amp;nbsp; Minimalistic.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61.&amp;nbsp;  Enna Burning by Shannon Hale &lt;/b&gt;(****) (317 pages)&amp;nbsp; I can never decide  which Book of Bayern is my favorite.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I finish one I think  "this is my favorite" then I read another one..&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I love this  author's style.&amp;nbsp; But, I think I said that already.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Enna herself is a  little beyond my ability to identify with.&amp;nbsp; But I love Finn.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62.&amp;nbsp;  The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemna by Trenton  Lee Stewart &lt;/b&gt;(****) (319 pages)&amp;nbsp; As usual I adore the Benedict  Society.&amp;nbsp; This is the final book in the trilogy and it's not my  favorite.&amp;nbsp; But, I still heart them.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63.&amp;nbsp; Murder After Hours by Agatha Christie&lt;/b&gt; (****) (256 pages)  Agatha Christie is some kind of amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7036182147427488330?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7036182147427488330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7036182147427488330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7036182147427488330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7036182147427488330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/june-book-list.html' title='June Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5512226625116909668</id><published>2010-06-23T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:16:01.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I woke&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wondering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;world was ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I huddled in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the back door &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rattling&lt;/span&gt; on it's hinges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;watching&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eerie black claws&lt;/span&gt; of a tree branch's shadow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;jumpy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;off-skew&lt;/span&gt; rhythm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lightning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; snapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt; negative image &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;photographs &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of my bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;wandered&lt;/span&gt; the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; for destruction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;marvelled &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;four walls&lt;/span&gt; and a roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;create a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pocket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the center of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;violent passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the world is a&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; strange loveliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; like a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;fantastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; like &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sun on glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5512226625116909668?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5512226625116909668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5512226625116909668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5512226625116909668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5512226625116909668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2328284383831091663</id><published>2010-06-21T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:08:08.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah B.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCFCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. Joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tournament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hello.  I'm Here.</title><content type='html'>Well we got home from Virginia last Sunday night and I jumped right into working, and all those other things that happen during the week that suck up time like a dry sponge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What HAVE I been doing the past week?&amp;nbsp; I don't even know...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip really exhausted me, so I've been falling into bed and sleeping hard every night... dragging myself out of bed in the morning, literally not being able to keep my eyes open long enough to get the coffee started.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that interesting?&amp;nbsp; No?&amp;nbsp; Well, that's my excuse for not posting.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.ncfca.org/"&gt;tournament&lt;/a&gt; was amazing.&amp;nbsp; I spent a lot of my time in the library atrium of Regent University watching Luke and Sarah play and freezing, freezing, freezing!&amp;nbsp; I think the A/C in that place was set to like 30 degrees or something.&amp;nbsp; When I got a break from babysitting I watched speeches.&amp;nbsp; And blinked in awe.&amp;nbsp; For a girl like me who can't speak in front of a crowd to save her life and has always been of... let's say "average" intelligence :) the things I saw these kids do was astounding.&amp;nbsp; Talent by the bucket loads, and I'm not even exaggerating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little taste...&amp;nbsp; This is the Duo Interpretation that won first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDzUFg5cLVk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDzUFg5cLVk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually in the room watching this exact performance and when they were done Mom and I turned to each other with huge eyes and said "WOW."&amp;nbsp; These kids are AMAZING.&amp;nbsp; It's a little intimidating to be surrounded by so much talent, let me tell you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could explain more about what NCFCA is...&amp;nbsp; but I know I wouldn't do it justice.&amp;nbsp; If you are interested you can poke around the &lt;a href="http://www.ncfca.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and see more of what it's all about.&amp;nbsp; There are so many different speech categories that I don't really know all of them, not to mention debate.&amp;nbsp; I got an opportunity to watch some "Persuasive" speeches, and that may have been my favorite part of the event.&amp;nbsp; I saw 8 students give speeches that they had researched, written and performed themselves on whatever subject they felt strongly enough to speak on.&amp;nbsp; The whole point is to be able to persuade the judges of your point of view.&amp;nbsp; I saw speeches on everything from Sarcasm to Homosexuality in the Church, Autism, Being a "Doer", Gun Control, Terrorism...&amp;nbsp; I was in awe.&amp;nbsp; They all persuaded me. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to do fun things like go to the beach, visit &lt;a href="http://www.monticello.org/"&gt;Monticello&lt;/a&gt;, Richmond, swim in the pool (or, in my case, watch Luke and Sarah B, swim in the pool) :)&amp;nbsp; It was a good trip.&amp;nbsp; Long, but good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as always, the best part?&amp;nbsp; Coming Home.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2328284383831091663?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2328284383831091663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2328284383831091663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2328284383831091663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2328284383831091663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-im-here.html' title='Hello.  I&apos;m Here.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-418706265483073134</id><published>2010-06-06T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:39:28.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. John&apos;s Church'/><title type='text'>What We Did in Richmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxM3gqVIoI/AAAAAAAACqo/V10f5xBuVF8/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxM3gqVIoI/AAAAAAAACqo/V10f5xBuVF8/s320/135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The main attraction for us in Richmond was &lt;a href="http://www.historicstjohnschurch.org/hist_main.php"&gt;St. John's Church&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is the church where the second Virginia Convention met in March of 1775.&amp;nbsp; This is the church where Patrick Henry made his famous speech.&amp;nbsp; The one that ends &lt;a href="http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/henry.htm"&gt;"Give me liberty, or give me death."&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this speech is so special to us is because this is the speech my brother Joe is performing for the speech tournament he is in this week, which is the whole reason that we're in this area in Virginia to begin with.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we knew St. John's Church had to be a stop on this trip.&amp;nbsp; Another very cool thing is that every Sunday in the summer months and many other time throughout the year by special appointment, the church has a re-enactment of the debate that led up to Patrick Henry's speech and the speech itself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: AWESOME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was even drafted to help perform in it!&amp;nbsp; We were walking the grounds before the reenactment and met a man in charge of the Patrick Henry Foundation.&amp;nbsp; In the course of conversation Dad mentioned that Joe had studied and performed the speech.&amp;nbsp; Evidently they always draft a member of the audience to perform the part of Reverend Selden, who opened the convention in prayer.&amp;nbsp; Joe was the right size to wear the costume.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; So, he got to perform in the reenactment and watch from the front row.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Joe in his Reverend Selden costume with "Patrick Henry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxMu1nps9I/AAAAAAAACqk/U3QOpzRQJzs/s1600/joe+and+patrick+henry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxMu1nps9I/AAAAAAAACqk/U3QOpzRQJzs/s320/joe+and+patrick+henry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With "George Washington"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxMr0Vu9eI/AAAAAAAACqg/gdgX4nWNtE8/s1600/joe+and+george+washington.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxMr0Vu9eI/AAAAAAAACqg/gdgX4nWNtE8/s320/joe+and+george+washington.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With Mom and Dad :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxNay8X9jI/AAAAAAAACqs/0siYkJZZ-HY/s1600/joe+with+mom+and+dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxNay8X9jI/AAAAAAAACqs/0siYkJZZ-HY/s320/joe+with+mom+and+dad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-418706265483073134?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/418706265483073134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=418706265483073134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/418706265483073134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/418706265483073134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-we-did-in-richmond.html' title='What We Did in Richmond'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAxM3gqVIoI/AAAAAAAACqo/V10f5xBuVF8/s72-c/135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3137757402518107218</id><published>2010-06-03T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:35:02.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a Road TRIP!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm leaving for Virginia bright and early tomorrow morning with some of my family.&amp;nbsp; My brother is going to the National Speech Tournament and the rest of us are going along for the ride!&amp;nbsp; I'll try to keep this blog updated while I'm gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't... then I'll see you all in a couple of weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3137757402518107218?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3137757402518107218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3137757402518107218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3137757402518107218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3137757402518107218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-on-road-trip.html' title='Going on a Road TRIP!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5345036721588769291</id><published>2010-06-02T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:06:35.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>May Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;41.&amp;nbsp; The Reluctant Widow  by Georgette Heyer-&lt;/b&gt;(****) (280 pages) I can't even tell you how  many people have told me that they thought I would love Georgette  Heyer's books.&amp;nbsp; I think she was a contemporary with Dickens....&amp;nbsp; don't  raise an uproar if I'm wrong ok?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, she wrote a bunch of romances  and some mysteries.&amp;nbsp; I read one of her romances a while ago and it kept  my interest and I guess I enjoyed it... but, not enough to go looking  for more of her books.&amp;nbsp; Then a friend of mine read this one and said it  was awesome, so I checked it out.&amp;nbsp; And it is pretty great.&amp;nbsp; Very funny.&amp;nbsp;  Predictable, but still engaging and I loved all of the characters.&amp;nbsp; I  might look up more of her books.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42.&amp;nbsp; Jacob Have I Loved  by Katherine Paterson&lt;/b&gt;-(**) (244 pages) 1981 Newberry Award Winner.&amp;nbsp;  Quite frankly, utterly depressing.&amp;nbsp; Two stars because it was very well  written and the book had it's moments that I enjoyed, but, overall I  found myself racing to finish it.&amp;nbsp; Because I didn't want to read it  anymore.&amp;nbsp; The subject matter is weighty and quite a project to tackle.&amp;nbsp;  Self-loathing, low self-esteem, etc. are things that many young people  deal with and I wholeheartedly agree that the subject should be  addressed.&amp;nbsp; But, I did not care for the way Paterson addressed it.&amp;nbsp; Not  at all.&amp;nbsp; Young people that deal with these issues should be encouraged  to talk about their fears.&amp;nbsp; I think it's dangerous to imply that if you  just hang on until some indefinite point, it's possible that things may  make sense one day.&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately many young people will have  given up by the time that elusive point comes along.&amp;nbsp; I myself have had  similar struggles (although not to the extent that Louise does in the  book.&amp;nbsp; Reading about Louise's problems did not encourage me that other  people felt the way I did.&amp;nbsp; Instead it depressed me.)&amp;nbsp; The book also has  some rather adult elements in it that I would rather not have kids  reading.&amp;nbsp; If I had kids.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Note to parents:&amp;nbsp; Whatever you do, make a  point of making sure ALL of your kids know how much you love them.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43.&amp;nbsp;  Witness for the Prosecution by Agatha Christie-&lt;/b&gt;(**) (100 pages) I  didn't even finish this one.&amp;nbsp; The first couple of short stories were  good.&amp;nbsp; Awesome even.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm beginning to discover that a lot of  Christie's short stories are actually ghost stories.&amp;nbsp; BORING.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44.&amp;nbsp;  The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner &lt;/b&gt;-(****) (280 pages) 1997 Newberry  Honor Award.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I really understood this book the first time  I read it.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed it much more the second time through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45.&amp;nbsp;  A Holiday for Murder by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;-(*****)&amp;nbsp; (167 pages) Maybe  it's just me... but I think this is one of Agatha Christie's best  works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46.&amp;nbsp; Missing May by Cynthia Rylant-&lt;/b&gt; (***) (89 page)  1992 Newberry.&amp;nbsp; I have mixed feelings about this book.&amp;nbsp; One the one  hand, it's beautiful.&amp;nbsp; The words, I mean.&amp;nbsp; Short and sweet, which I  greatly admire.&amp;nbsp; It's about grief, and moving on and as far as that  goes, I think this book is a jewel.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, I hesitate to  recommend it because of language, and some spiritual content.&amp;nbsp; Namely,  the idea that communicating with the dead by way of a spiritual medium  is perfectly ok.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to go into detail because I'd end up  giving away spoilers.&amp;nbsp; But, that's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47.&amp;nbsp; The  Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart &lt;/b&gt;-(*****)&amp;nbsp; (485  pages)&amp;nbsp; I think I already reviewed this book last time I read it.&amp;nbsp; So,  this time around I'll just say that I LOVE THE BENEDICT SOCIETY!&amp;nbsp; I  really do.&amp;nbsp; This book goes on my "Should've won a Newberry" list.&amp;nbsp; Now,  THIS is the kind of book I'm talking about when I say books should be a  good example, books should promote teamwork, education, books should  inspire, books for kids should have CLEAN LANGUAGE.&amp;nbsp; I absolutely love  the fact that the author does not feel he needs to cheapen his work with  a lot of bad language.&amp;nbsp; Stewart says his inspiration for this book came  from the belief that children are often seen, rarely heard, and always  underestimated!&amp;nbsp; I can't decide which member of the Benedict Society is  my favorite.&amp;nbsp; I incline towards Reynie.&amp;nbsp; I identify with him the most,  even though he's eons above me intellectually.&amp;nbsp; But, then I LOVE Kate.&amp;nbsp;  Love her.&amp;nbsp; I'm grinning right now.&amp;nbsp; And Sticky melts my heart.&amp;nbsp; And who  wouldn't love Constance?&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; And of course, Milligan.&amp;nbsp; 'Nough  said.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48.&amp;nbsp; The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner - &lt;/b&gt;(****)  (360 pages)&amp;nbsp; Again, I don't think I really "got" this book the first  time around.&amp;nbsp; Much more enjoyable this time.&amp;nbsp; I'm beginning to see why  Turner has such devoted and enamored fans.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49.&amp;nbsp; The King of  Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner &lt;/b&gt;-(****) (385 pages) Third installment  of the Thief series and I actually love that this book is told from an  entirely new and different viewpoint. (side note: I love Costis, and  totally sympathize with him.)&amp;nbsp; However, I feel like the author keeps  trying to recreate the feeling and original mystery of the first book by  making Eugenides an enigma.&amp;nbsp; But, by now, we already know exactly who  he is and so it's a little redundant.&amp;nbsp; And that's my main reason (other  than language) that this book doesn't get 5 stars.&amp;nbsp; This is the third  time Eugenides is hurt enough to be forced to remain in bed for enough  of the book to make it a plot turning point.&amp;nbsp; And earrings.&amp;nbsp; I'm a  little creeped out that he's so into earrings.&amp;nbsp; That could just be me.&amp;nbsp;  In fact, it probably is.&amp;nbsp; Ignore me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50.&amp;nbsp; The Mysterious  Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey by Trenton Lee Stewart -&lt;/b&gt;(*****)  (440 pages)&amp;nbsp; Have I mentioned that I LOVE the Benedict Society?&amp;nbsp; I do.&amp;nbsp;  And I think I have a little crush on Milligan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51.&amp;nbsp; After  the Funeral by Agatha Christie -&lt;/b&gt;(****) (192 pages) Very fast paced,  as all of Christie's works.&amp;nbsp; Enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52.&amp;nbsp; Double  Identity by Margaret Peterson Haddix -&lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; (218 pages)&amp;nbsp; First of  all, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I love Haddix's writing style and her characters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;After that...&amp;nbsp; hmmm....&amp;nbsp; This is one of those books that  addresses deep subjects for which there are so many questions and very  elusive answers.&amp;nbsp; But, as one character says "I don't know all the  answers, but I've asked all the questions."&amp;nbsp; I have to give Haddix huge  points for even addressing topics like human cloning.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I'm  against human cloning.&amp;nbsp; But, I've always wondered... what about the  person? (assuming human cloning is even achieved.)&amp;nbsp; It's not their fault  they're a clone, right?&amp;nbsp; Just like a child conceived in sin (out of  wedlock) is not responsible for the sins of their parents.&amp;nbsp; There are a  lot of questions.&amp;nbsp; Not as many answers readily available.&amp;nbsp; The one  answer that the author seems to give us is "Life always wins."&amp;nbsp; Does  life really always win?&amp;nbsp; I have to believe that in a world where God is  in control that it does.&amp;nbsp; Even when bad things happen life can always  come from it, right?&amp;nbsp; So many questions... but, as usual Haddix manages  to wrap everything up super satisfactorily.&amp;nbsp; Which, in itself is very  unrealistic, but so is human cloning.&amp;nbsp; I think. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5345036721588769291?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5345036721588769291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5345036721588769291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5345036721588769291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5345036721588769291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-book-list.html' title='May Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4821898127993144921</id><published>2010-05-31T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:27:11.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2010</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to the city's Memorial Day ceremony to see my brother  perform a patriotic speech, do a little bit of office work, some  shopping in preparation for the trip to Virginia, have dinner with my  family, do some housecleaning, maybe some reading? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is Memorial Day and I'm not forgetting the real meaning of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of anything better to post... this is the poem I wrote for Memorial Day last year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAOqyfSIc5I/AAAAAAAACqU/QPl3TLV1BCE/s1600/flying-flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAOqyfSIc5I/AAAAAAAACqU/QPl3TLV1BCE/s320/flying-flag.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Memory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the &lt;b&gt;men&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;women&lt;/b&gt;  that gave their &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;lives  for this country&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because  they &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;believed in freedom&lt;/span&gt; for their families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;b&gt;for all the people&lt;/b&gt; they would  never know who would walk &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;this land&lt;/b&gt; after them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For  their &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;courag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; under  fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For their &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,  because sacrifice means hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For  their &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;willingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  to die for something they would &lt;b&gt;never see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For  their &lt;b&gt;families&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt; who are privileged to &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;live in the freedom &lt;/b&gt;they  earned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who carry the burden of a &lt;b&gt;grief  that will never die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And know  the &lt;b&gt;names&lt;/b&gt; of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;unsung heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4821898127993144921?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4821898127993144921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4821898127993144921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4821898127993144921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4821898127993144921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-2010.html' title='Memorial Day 2010'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TAOqyfSIc5I/AAAAAAAACqU/QPl3TLV1BCE/s72-c/flying-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-9031768391140673444</id><published>2010-05-26T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:05:24.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Singleness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jWchEWq5fBE/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWchEWq5fBE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWchEWq5fBE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very encouraging message for all of the single girls out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-9031768391140673444?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9031768391140673444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=9031768391140673444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/9031768391140673444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/9031768391140673444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/gift-of-singleness.html' title='The Gift of Singleness'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4568717010094841619</id><published>2010-05-25T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:14:39.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>On Books and Reading</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Reynie's heart gave a lurch when he entered the library.&amp;nbsp; He loved it instantly, as he did all libraries..."&amp;nbsp; -Trenton Lee Stewart, The Mysterious Benedict Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember libraries have made my heart lurch, my stomach churn, my blood pound.&amp;nbsp; Such a startling contradiction of two worlds simultaneously co-existing.&amp;nbsp; One world where stale, still air and somber colors, dust and solitude are sacred.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The world is quiet here."- Lemony Snicket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_vbEZDldFI/AAAAAAAACqQ/69IoxBDpMec/s1600/library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_vbEZDldFI/AAAAAAAACqQ/69IoxBDpMec/s320/library.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other world defies explanation.&amp;nbsp; Because it is always changing, always unknown, always unpredictable, and it depends on which book you open.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There are books so alive that you're always afraid that  while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted  like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a  river moved on and moved away.&amp;nbsp; No one has stepped twice into the same  river.&amp;nbsp; But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif; font-size: large;"&gt; ~Marina Tsvetaeva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have asked me why I love to read.&amp;nbsp; Some people have hinted or even flat out stated that reading is a waste of time.&amp;nbsp; I agree that not everyone is made of reader material.&amp;nbsp; So, if you're not a reader, you probably don't understand.&amp;nbsp; But, that's ok.&amp;nbsp; There are many things about other people that I don't understand.&amp;nbsp; But, there are many things about people that I DO understand... because I read.&amp;nbsp; There are so many different types of books that it's hard to lump them all into one general classification.&amp;nbsp; Just like there are educational movies about science that are used in college classrooms, and there are movies about Thomas the Tank Engine that are used in pre-school day cares.&amp;nbsp; There are fluffy books, garbage books, dry books, adventure books, classics, books 1000 pages long all about one person's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a glance at my book lists and you'll see what sort of books I enjoy reading.&amp;nbsp; Do I think they're a waste of time?&amp;nbsp; NOT at all.&amp;nbsp; Here's why:&amp;nbsp; Every book I read was written by a person I've never met.&amp;nbsp; No matter the subject, that person has put a lot of themselves into their book.&amp;nbsp; They write about their opinions, their view of the world, their perception on people, and their personal beliefs whether they really intend to or not.&amp;nbsp; Reading the work of an author is like reading a little bit of their heart, sweat, blood and tears.&amp;nbsp; I have learned so much about the world from reading.&amp;nbsp; Where else could I have a heart to heart conversation with so many different people?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm of the opinion that everyone should read.&amp;nbsp; You don't have to make it a hobby like I do.&amp;nbsp; But, read a book a month.&amp;nbsp; A book every six months...&amp;nbsp; Whatever you can manage.&amp;nbsp; A little reading goes a long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4568717010094841619?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4568717010094841619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4568717010094841619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4568717010094841619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4568717010094841619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-books-and-reading.html' title='On Books and Reading'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_vbEZDldFI/AAAAAAAACqQ/69IoxBDpMec/s72-c/library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3626017950125977878</id><published>2010-05-20T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:00:09.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Hanging Baskets</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This year I designed and planted my own hanging baskets.&amp;nbsp; With a little (read: a lot) of help from my Susie, my resident sister with two green thumbs.&amp;nbsp; Susie has been working at a greenhouse this spring, so I been visiting her a lot.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; The result is lots of new perennials and these hanging baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baskets themselves, along with the shepherds hooks were gifts from Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE a variety of textures and colors all combined, so here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/53068/"&gt;Sweet Potato Vine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LlGixoznI/AAAAAAAACp0/pDOLDeePBgE/s1600/sweet+potato+vine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LlGixoznI/AAAAAAAACp0/pDOLDeePBgE/s320/sweet+potato+vine.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/186074/"&gt;Trailing Blue Lobelia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_Lloi0Zy7I/AAAAAAAACp4/M6a2u656N5s/s1600/Lobelia_%28aka%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_Lloi0Zy7I/AAAAAAAACp4/M6a2u656N5s/s320/Lobelia_%28aka%29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davesgarden.com/guides/pf/go/190928/"&gt;Snow Princess (Alyssum)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LmGrzD23I/AAAAAAAACp8/X3Cpj7ebxGQ/s1600/snow+princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LmGrzD23I/AAAAAAAACp8/X3Cpj7ebxGQ/s320/snow+princess.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fowlersnursery.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=plants.plantDetail&amp;amp;plant_id=650"&gt;Springeri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_Lmtns9w0I/AAAAAAAACqA/Q_Le0IqGUto/s1600/springeri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_Lmtns9w0I/AAAAAAAACqA/Q_Le0IqGUto/s320/springeri.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Begonia"&gt;Coral Begonias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LnUixFAII/AAAAAAAACqE/XBwvpoEn6F4/s1600/Begonia-richmondensis1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LnUixFAII/AAAAAAAACqE/XBwvpoEn6F4/s320/Begonia-richmondensis1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornamental Grass (I can't remember the name of it.&amp;nbsp; It may have been something like Toffee?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finished Project: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LoHS_bD1I/AAAAAAAACqI/SLhqbZJAzZ8/s1600/hanging+baskets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LoHS_bD1I/AAAAAAAACqI/SLhqbZJAzZ8/s320/hanging+baskets.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please ignore the obvious weeds and crazy lawn.&amp;nbsp; I've been assured that the lawn mower and week wacker (aka: my brother) will be paying me a visit very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LoLS8Ui4I/AAAAAAAACqM/HJ2RzNxdMhI/s1600/hanging+baskets+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LoLS8Ui4I/AAAAAAAACqM/HJ2RzNxdMhI/s320/hanging+baskets+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Verdict: LOVE.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3626017950125977878?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3626017950125977878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3626017950125977878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3626017950125977878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3626017950125977878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/hanging-baskets.html' title='Hanging Baskets'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LlGixoznI/AAAAAAAACp0/pDOLDeePBgE/s72-c/sweet+potato+vine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4962539613120563571</id><published>2010-05-18T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:58:24.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goofing off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardinals'/><title type='text'>Matchy- Matchy Cards Fans</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The boys and I were matching today.&amp;nbsp; We all wore Cardinals shirts.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Oh!&amp;nbsp; We're all matching!!!&amp;nbsp; Let's take a picture!"&lt;br /&gt;LUKE: *Immediately adopts his current favorite pose for pictures which means he puts both thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;JOE: "Ok, here you go!" *picks me up and ignores all protests while I hang on for dear life*&lt;br /&gt;SARAH BETH: *is the only person available to take the picture and proceeds to take 3 blurry pictures which you will see below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiTc0UxYI/AAAAAAAACps/sIckKKa3toE/s1600/cards+shirts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiTc0UxYI/AAAAAAAACps/sIckKKa3toE/s320/cards+shirts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "NO!&amp;nbsp; No more goofy pictures!&amp;nbsp; Let's take a nice picture!&amp;nbsp; BOYS! NO!&amp;nbsp; The yellow pepper canNOT be in the picture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiMJz5G0I/AAAAAAAACpg/ZkrwDqkwXgE/s1600/cards+shirts+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiMJz5G0I/AAAAAAAACpg/ZkrwDqkwXgE/s320/cards+shirts+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;ME: "Ok, now just smile nicely"&lt;br /&gt;MOM: *wanders into the room and "helps" Sarah Beth take the picture.&amp;nbsp; Immediately the boys straighten up and smile nicely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiWqHV1eI/AAAAAAAACpw/O2XA0Ng-5lg/s1600/cards+shirts2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiWqHV1eI/AAAAAAAACpw/O2XA0Ng-5lg/s320/cards+shirts2.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4962539613120563571?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4962539613120563571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4962539613120563571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4962539613120563571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4962539613120563571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/matchy-matchy-cards-fans.html' title='Matchy- Matchy Cards Fans'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S_LiTc0UxYI/AAAAAAAACps/sIckKKa3toE/s72-c/cards+shirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-21677061541992886</id><published>2010-05-17T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:45:03.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLOG UPDATES'/><title type='text'>Sink or Swim?</title><content type='html'>This blog is at a crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;"To be or not to be?" That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've noticed (maybe you haven't) that there hasn't been a lot of activity in this cyber corner lately.&amp;nbsp; The fault is entirely mine. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't have any fabulous excuses.&amp;nbsp; Nothing exciting is happening in my life.&amp;nbsp; I'm not refraining from blogging because I have big secrets I don't want to share.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why haven't I been blogging?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&amp;nbsp; I've been asking myself this exact question the past couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; I think I have some of the answers but they aren't great reasons.&amp;nbsp; I'll share some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I'm a very private person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Introverted.&amp;nbsp; For that reason alone blogging has always been a challenge for me.&amp;nbsp; It's also been a growing experience that I wouldn't trade for anything.&amp;nbsp; But, the fact remains.&amp;nbsp; It's hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I have this idea&lt;/b&gt; in my mind that my blog is meant to be a place of encouragement for other single young ladies like myself.&amp;nbsp; This is assuming that there ARE other single young ladies like myself.&amp;nbsp; There may be a few.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Part of my struggle is that it's hard to be encouraging when you yourself are very discouraged.&amp;nbsp; And I am.&amp;nbsp; I might as well admit it.&amp;nbsp; It's just a phase I'm going through.&amp;nbsp; I'll bounce back sooner or later, I know.&amp;nbsp; But, meanwhile, I have a hard time opening up and writing about it.&amp;nbsp; I hope that's understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I'm busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; SO BUSY.&amp;nbsp; I do not like being busy.&amp;nbsp; I wish everyday were full from beginning to end with things I love to do and that I had plenty of time to blog all about them.&amp;nbsp; But, I don't.&amp;nbsp; Posting on my blog 5 days a week requires a time commitment of about 2-3 hours per week.&amp;nbsp; This doesn't count the time I spend thinking up posts.&amp;nbsp; I rarely have that much of a block of time to work on my blog.&amp;nbsp; So, when I do publish 5 days in a week something else suffers.&amp;nbsp; Usually housework.&amp;nbsp; I don't especially like housework.&amp;nbsp; But, boy do I hate having a messy house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Nothing changes.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I feel like I should have new and interesting things to blog about.&amp;nbsp; And I don't.&amp;nbsp; And that is discouraging to me.&amp;nbsp; And that's all I'm going to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this blog to sink.&amp;nbsp; I want to swim.&amp;nbsp; But, I hope you all understand (if you're still hanging around reading) where I am right now in my life.&amp;nbsp; I'd really like to make a concentrated effort to bring this blog back to life.&amp;nbsp; But only if you guys want me to.&amp;nbsp; I know there are plenty of blogs out there.&amp;nbsp; If mine is a place you enjoy visiting let me know.&amp;nbsp; And if there's anything you want to see, any suggestions, I'd be happy to take them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sink or Swim?&amp;nbsp; I'm voting Swim, but I need a direction to swim in and maybe some flotation devices for when I get tired, like right now.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-21677061541992886?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/21677061541992886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=21677061541992886' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/21677061541992886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/21677061541992886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/sink-or-swim.html' title='Sink or Swim?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6118170190552542296</id><published>2010-05-02T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:59:48.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>April Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;32.&amp;nbsp; Ever by Gail Carson Levine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- (**)&amp;nbsp; Eh...&amp;nbsp; I didn't really like this one.&amp;nbsp; I had a hard  time relating to the characters.&amp;nbsp; The entire world felt very foreign.&amp;nbsp;  The author creates a world and neglects to explain it to us, the  characters names were all too close to being the same, so that by the  end of the book I wasn't sure who everyone was.&amp;nbsp; On top of that, the  narration is in the 1st person but it switches every chapter between two  main characters.&amp;nbsp; Make sense?&amp;nbsp; I was confused too.&amp;nbsp; It's a book about a  girl names Kezi who falls in love Olus, the god of wind and loneliness.  (I never understood what being the god of loneliness had to do with  anything...he never does anything for any lonely people.)&amp;nbsp; Of course,  there's a lot more to the story, and Kezi's life is in danger and both  Kezi and Olus must face their deepest fears and overcome to save her  life.&amp;nbsp; That part was semi-original.&amp;nbsp; So, the narration switches every  chapter between Kezi telling the story and Olus telling the story.&amp;nbsp; It  got... confusing to say the least.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;33.  A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-(****)&amp;nbsp;  1962 Newberry Award Winner.&amp;nbsp; Much better than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-reveiw-when-you-reach-me-by.html"&gt;last  Newberry book I read.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is one of those books I never  thought I'd read because it's Science Fiction.&amp;nbsp; I'm sort of anti-science  fiction.&amp;nbsp; Not because I think there's anything really wrong with it.&amp;nbsp;  It's just not really my cup of tea.&amp;nbsp; In spite of that, I do nurture a  little love for it.&amp;nbsp; I know it's strange.&amp;nbsp; Don't ask me to explain.&amp;nbsp;  I'll just say that science fiction is not normally (read almost never)  what I reach for.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I have to say I was very pleasantly  surprised.&amp;nbsp; It's a classic good vs. evil plot.&amp;nbsp; The good is clearly  defined.&amp;nbsp; (points!) The bad is just the sort of bad you love to hate.&amp;nbsp;  It &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; has a Narnian feel to it.&amp;nbsp; Almost.&amp;nbsp; The author has been  compared several times to C.S. Lewis.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; In fact the more I think  about this book, the more I like it.&amp;nbsp; I think it's going on my shelf.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;34.&amp;nbsp; The Power of a Praying Wife by Stormie Omartian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- (*****)&amp;nbsp; Yes, I know.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a wife.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, I can't  really put the suggestions in this book to the test.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm always up  for learning and hearing someone's perspective on growing in the Lord.&amp;nbsp;  This book was suggested to me, so I happily dove in.&amp;nbsp; It's full of lots  of practical suggestions which I appreciate.&amp;nbsp; I'd be interested in  hearing an opinion on the book from someone who was able to put it into  practice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.&amp;nbsp; The Door in the Wall by  Marguerite de Angeli - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Another  Newberry Award Winner from 1949.&amp;nbsp; This is a great story about obstacles  and ingenuity.&amp;nbsp; It's about a boy named Robin who has a mysterious  illness (we're never told what it actually is) that cripples him.&amp;nbsp; Robin  has to learn so many lessons that I'm sure I didn't catch them all in  just one time reading through this book.&amp;nbsp; Ingenuity, Contentment,  Bravery, the list goes on.&amp;nbsp; It can all be summed up in one quote from  the book, which I absolutely LOVED.&amp;nbsp; When faced with a challenge and  Robin doubts his ability he is told "Anyone can NOT do it."&amp;nbsp; The  converse of course, is that it takes someone special to rise to the  challenge and be a person that CAN do it.&amp;nbsp; I love this.&amp;nbsp; Reminds me of  the message of &lt;a href="http://www.therebelution.com/books/"&gt;Do  Hard Things&lt;/a&gt; which I also love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36.&amp;nbsp; Cards on the  Table by Agatha Christie- &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Um... I'm still not sure who did  it.&amp;nbsp; I'm kidding!&amp;nbsp; Sort of...&amp;nbsp; It WAS a bit confusing in the end.&amp;nbsp; But,  good.&amp;nbsp; Very good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.&amp;nbsp; Piercing the Darkness by Frank  Peretti- &lt;/b&gt;(****) Very good.&amp;nbsp; Most people prefer the first book  Peretti wrote (This Present Darkness), but I actually like this one a  lot better.&amp;nbsp; The conflict seems more real and serious somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38.&amp;nbsp;  The Whipping Boy by Sid Fleischman&lt;/b&gt;- (***) 1987 Newberry Award  winner.&amp;nbsp; I remember reading this book as a child and being totally  struck by it.&amp;nbsp; Reading it again, it's not as exciting as I remembered.&amp;nbsp;  It's a classic conflict, rich boy, beggar boy, etc.&amp;nbsp; Easily and very  predictably resolved.&amp;nbsp; But, the entire of concept of a "whipping boy"  gets me just as much now as it did then.&amp;nbsp; Basically rich, titled  families would have a boy who's only job was to be whipped in place of  the spoiled son.&amp;nbsp; So,-&amp;nbsp; the son plays a prank or disobeys, the whipping  boy gets punished.&amp;nbsp; What is the point?&amp;nbsp; Well... as far as I can see,  it's just so that the parents will have someone to take their  frustration and anger out on?&amp;nbsp; Injustice to the extreme.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39.&amp;nbsp;  The Westing Game- &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; 1979 Newberry.&amp;nbsp; Kind of amazing.&amp;nbsp; Funny,  interesting, attention grabbing and educational.&amp;nbsp; And a mystery!&amp;nbsp; And  we all know I love mysteries... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40.&amp;nbsp; A Wind in the Door by  Madeleine L'Engle &lt;/b&gt;-(**)&amp;nbsp; Sequel to A Wrinkle in Time.&amp;nbsp; Frankly... I  was disappointed.&amp;nbsp; The whole book felt like the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; thing happening over and over and over again.&amp;nbsp; And I  didn't really get the point the author was trying to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6118170190552542296?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6118170190552542296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6118170190552542296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6118170190552542296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6118170190552542296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-book-list.html' title='April Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2448824758999425179</id><published>2010-04-23T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:22:48.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLOG UPDATES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah B.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><title type='text'>I Promise I'm Not...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ignoring you on purpose!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this excuse is as old as the hills, but I honestly mean it when I say, my life has been CUH-RAZY!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things of note before I rush out the door this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work has been very, very, very busy.&amp;nbsp; This is a good thing, of course, more business means more revenue, more revenue means more job security... you know.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I've been working a lot more than I normally do.&amp;nbsp; So, that's part of my busyness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, My parent's kitchen is being re-modeled as we speak.&amp;nbsp; This adds a whole new level of interest and complication.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been working in my yard, it's that busy time of year when the weather turns warm, the perennials start coming up and I start frantically trying to get a lot of things done all at once.&amp;nbsp; I've already made one trip to the greenhouse and anticipate several more.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This weekend my brother and mom are out of town at my brothers speech tournament.&amp;nbsp; Pray for him if you think of it.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I think he's amazing and should win every award they've got to give.&amp;nbsp; But, I suppose every family member feels that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to the ^ above reason I've been helping out with watching the two littlest siblings, Luke and Sarah Beth.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday they came to work with me for a little while.&amp;nbsp; Luke organized practically every roll of ribbon in the place.&amp;nbsp; This is not an easy job, let me tell you, but he rose to the challenge and even gave us all a great motivational speech about "Never giving up" and "What do you do when you're stuck and you don't know what to do?"&amp;nbsp; Sarah Beth answered easily that of course, you "Call Mom."&amp;nbsp; Which I thought was a great answer, but turns out the answer he was looking for was "Ask God to help you."&amp;nbsp; Which is also a good answer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not been getting much reading done, sadly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to visit Grandparents this weekend and plant some flowers for them.&amp;nbsp; Then home again bright and early Sunday morning to make it in time for church and Luke's spring choir concert.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister Katie is working on her Senior Violin Recital.&amp;nbsp; That will be on Tuesday and then...&amp;nbsp; after that....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my life will slow down again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May, come soon!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2448824758999425179?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2448824758999425179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2448824758999425179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2448824758999425179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2448824758999425179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-promise-im-not.html' title='I Promise I&apos;m Not...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6847783336291335194</id><published>2010-04-15T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:38:00.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah B. Susie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Sister Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UBSnbDe7I/AAAAAAAACpU/ix1A-nbS3JY/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UBSnbDe7I/AAAAAAAACpU/ix1A-nbS3JY/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First, me and Sarah Beth. We both look semi-hammy, but happy.&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UCH3HP9yI/AAAAAAAACpY/-lKlBKVk41g/s1600/becca_susie_sb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UCH3HP9yI/AAAAAAAACpY/-lKlBKVk41g/s320/becca_susie_sb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Susie joined us.&amp;nbsp; We took many pictures.&amp;nbsp; All of which were variations on the theme above.&amp;nbsp; Basically, Susie and I sandwiching Sarah, smiling sweetly.&amp;nbsp; Sarah in the middle looking...&amp;nbsp; everywhere but at the camera.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UCJmzbnAI/AAAAAAAACpc/patFLzA1ePQ/s1600/big%20eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UCJmzbnAI/AAAAAAAACpc/patFLzA1ePQ/s320/big%20eyes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We finally gave up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6847783336291335194?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6847783336291335194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6847783336291335194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6847783336291335194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6847783336291335194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/sister-pictures.html' title='Sister Pictures'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8UBSnbDe7I/AAAAAAAACpU/ix1A-nbS3JY/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5388537514060181441</id><published>2010-04-13T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:38:16.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Pickle Pizza</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Pizza Crust for one pizza.&amp;nbsp; You can find my current &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/chicken-pesto-pizza.html"&gt;favorite pizza crust recipe here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good part.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8T_hVUM85I/AAAAAAAACo8/6igFefz9HUI/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8T_hVUM85I/AAAAAAAACo8/6igFefz9HUI/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toppings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1/2 jar of spaghetti sauce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1/2 lb. ground sausage, cooked and drained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black Olives, sliced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1/2 Onion, sliced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pepperoni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Dill Pickles, cubed&lt;/b&gt; (make sure the cubes are nice and chunky, don't use sliced pickles, they HAVE TO BE CUBES. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shredded cheese.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I like a combination of Mozzarella and Cheddar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8T_keCX-LI/AAAAAAAACpE/REGqh6hba1E/s1600/steph+pizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8T_keCX-LI/AAAAAAAACpE/REGqh6hba1E/s320/steph+pizza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that's it.&amp;nbsp; Layer it all on.&amp;nbsp; Bake it according to the directions for your crust.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta admit... once you've tried pickles on your pizza, you wonder why Pizza Hut hasn't started selling them this way, yet.&amp;nbsp; If you don't believe me ask Stephanie. &amp;nbsp; I asked her "Do you think this recipe is good enough to post on my  blog?"&amp;nbsp; She answered "uh huh" immediately, no hesitation.&amp;nbsp; And she had  to say "uh huh" because she had pizza in her mouth and couldn't use real  words. :) And then she posed for a picture.&amp;nbsp; See how she's enjoying it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5388537514060181441?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5388537514060181441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5388537514060181441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5388537514060181441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5388537514060181441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/pickle-pizza.html' title='Pickle Pizza'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S8T_hVUM85I/AAAAAAAACo8/6igFefz9HUI/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7657257941891851821</id><published>2010-04-08T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T06:00:03.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Luke Comes to Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7yWo9-nu8I/AAAAAAAACow/6ZjTbxPddO8/s1600-h/luke+collage_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7yWo9-nu8I/AAAAAAAACow/6ZjTbxPddO8/s320/luke+collage_resize.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He kept us very well entertained.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7657257941891851821?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7657257941891851821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7657257941891851821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7657257941891851821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7657257941891851821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/luke-comes-to-visit.html' title='Luke Comes to Visit'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7yWo9-nu8I/AAAAAAAACow/6ZjTbxPddO8/s72-c/luke+collage_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4686772650098863711</id><published>2010-04-07T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:11:36.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hymns'/><title type='text'>My Jesus, I love Thee</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7ySPqmyrPI/AAAAAAAACos/p_GYQyGwSdo/s1600-h/angelsey-llanddwyn-cross-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7ySPqmyrPI/AAAAAAAACos/p_GYQyGwSdo/s320/angelsey-llanddwyn-cross-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Jesus, I love Thee,  I know Thou art mine;&lt;br /&gt;For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;&lt;br /&gt;My  gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I loved Thee, my  Jesus, 'tis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="document lyrics"&gt;&lt;div class="verses"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verses"&gt;I  love Thee because Thou has first loved me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verses"&gt; And  purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verses"&gt;I love  Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verses"&gt;If  ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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Forest Born by Shannon Hale -&lt;/b&gt;(****) Really  good. Maybe the best Book of Bayern yet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.&amp;nbsp; Poirot  Investigates by Agatha Christie- &lt;/b&gt;(****) Short stories.&amp;nbsp; Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.&amp;nbsp;  Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale &lt;/b&gt;- (****)&amp;nbsp; I'm a stickler  for opening lines.&amp;nbsp; If the first sentence of a book can jump off the  page and get my attention... I'm hooked.&amp;nbsp; This one starts "My lady and I  are being shut up in a tower for seven years."&amp;nbsp; Who wouldn't want to  read this book?!!?!?&amp;nbsp; This one is a re-read for me. I first reviewed it  &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-book-list.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Fairest by Gail Carson Levine - &lt;/b&gt;(****) As fairy tale  re-tellings go this one is both really good and really bad.&amp;nbsp; Bad  because it really doesn't follow the plot of Snow White at ALL.&amp;nbsp; It's  what I'd call "very loose-ly based" on the original.&amp;nbsp; However, on it's  own, Fairest is quite charming.&amp;nbsp; The characters are love-able (or,  despise-able depending on the character).&amp;nbsp; It's the kind of fantasy I  can best tolerate.&amp;nbsp; Fantastical country, Ogres and trolls exist, fairy  god-mothers... but not an excess of magic.&amp;nbsp; I didn't love this one as  much as Ella Enchanted... but it's the kind of book I'll probably buy  and keep on my bookshelf. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&amp;nbsp; Do Hard Things by Alex and  Brett Harris -&lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; Excellent.&amp;nbsp; Must read for EVERYONE.&amp;nbsp; Full of  challenges and encouragement.&amp;nbsp; The book is geared towards teens but we  read through it in my Bible Study (which is made up of mostly  20-somethings) and we enjoyed it and learned a lot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27.&amp;nbsp; The  Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine-&lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; Remember I  said that I didn't like an excess of magic?&amp;nbsp; Ok, maybe this book didn't  have an "excess" of it, but there was enough.&amp;nbsp; Mostly due to a main  character being a sorcerer.&amp;nbsp; He seems to perform mostly the parlor type  of magic, and he's a good character, but the term "sorcerer" still makes  me uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; The story itself was very nice.&amp;nbsp; I found myself  thinking about it even after I was done reading it.&amp;nbsp; Always a good  sign.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28.&amp;nbsp; Death in the Air by Agatha Christie -&lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  This ending caught me completely by surprise I have to admit!&amp;nbsp; And while  I do love it when that happens... I also love it when everything works  out the way you want it to.&amp;nbsp; Which didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; So...&amp;nbsp; Do I love that  I was surprised more than I hate that the ending was disappointing?&amp;nbsp;  That is the question.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29.&amp;nbsp; Busman's Honeymoon by Dorothy  Sayers -&lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Pretty much amazing.&amp;nbsp; Re-read, but better the second  time.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.&amp;nbsp; When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead- &lt;/b&gt;(***)  Book Review &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-reveiw-when-you-reach-me-by.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31.&amp;nbsp;  This Present Darkness by Frank Peretti - &lt;/b&gt;(****) Entertaining.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;  Good look at spiritual warfare.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7I4R67veYI/AAAAAAAACoo/18cZNEaa2L4/s1600-h/bible-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7I4R67veYI/AAAAAAAACoo/18cZNEaa2L4/s320/bible-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-up-to-challenge.html"&gt;Are you ready for the challenge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read through the Bible in 90 Days?&lt;br /&gt;YES you can!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks the &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;IDD blog&lt;/a&gt; will be posting a Bible Reading schedule that will get you through the entire Bible Genesis to Revelation in 90 Days.&amp;nbsp; I can't encourage you enough to take up this challenge.&amp;nbsp; I did it a few years ago, and I've never regretted it.&amp;nbsp; Never.&amp;nbsp; Probably the best 3 months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's totally do-able!&amp;nbsp; It takes about 45 minutes of reading time a day, depending of course, on how fast you read.&amp;nbsp; Some days I had my reading done in 30 minutes, some days it took a little longer, but it was never more than 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; It worked best for me to just read whenever I had a chance during the day.&amp;nbsp; 5-10 minutes in the morning as I ate my breakfast, a few minutes again at lunch, and whenever I got a chance during the day or at night right before bed.&amp;nbsp; If I had extra time, I would read ahead because of course, there will be days that are crazy start to finish and you won't have as much time.&amp;nbsp; And surprisingly enough I still had plenty of time to do my other recreational reading as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be posting the weekly reading schedules every Sunday, starting this Sunday, April 4th, 2010. &lt;br /&gt;Will you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow in the Word!&amp;nbsp; Take the Challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3951984080376631765?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3951984080376631765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3951984080376631765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3951984080376631765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3951984080376631765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/90-day-challenge.html' title='90 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S7I4R67veYI/AAAAAAAACoo/18cZNEaa2L4/s72-c/bible-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-1270560246051622114</id><published>2010-03-30T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:00:01.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look for Spring!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, we've been working hard on the new spring look!&amp;nbsp; (Not that hard actually, we had a photo shoot, which was very fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-1270560246051622114?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1270560246051622114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=1270560246051622114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1270560246051622114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1270560246051622114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-look-for-spring.html' title='New Look for Spring!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5645286239497148078</id><published>2010-03-29T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:00:03.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newberry Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Book Reveiw: When You Reach Me, by Rebecca Stead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S65Gg8UGM3I/AAAAAAAACnE/RHrCExxJ084/s1600-h/when+you+reach+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S65Gg8UGM3I/AAAAAAAACnE/RHrCExxJ084/s320/when+you+reach+me.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebeccasteadbooks.com/books.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;When You Reach Me&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt; is the&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2010 Newberry Award Winner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is really hard to review this book without giving away plot points.&amp;nbsp; Because, really, the best way to read it is to have absolutely no idea what you're getting into.&amp;nbsp; Half the brilliance of this plot is the reader trying to figure out (right along with Miranda, the 12 year old main character) what in the world she's supposed to be figuring out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Set in the 1970s it's something of a mystery, with coming of age elements, and a little sci-fi thrown in for good measure.&amp;nbsp; And really, I don't know what else I can say without ruining it.&amp;nbsp; I'll just move on to the other things I wanted to say.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have mixed feelings about  &lt;a href="http://www.acrl.org/ala/mgrps/divs/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/newberymedal/aboutnewbery/aboutnewbery.cfm"&gt;Newberry books.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; One the one hand, I expect great things from a  Newberry Award Winner.&amp;nbsp; They're supposed to be awarded to the "Most  Distinguished Contribution to American Literature for Children."&amp;nbsp; So, I have high expectations.&amp;nbsp; Which is maybe not the best frame of mind to be in when you open a book.&amp;nbsp; It just makes disappointment all the more likely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be clear, I have not read all the Newberry books.&amp;nbsp; I haven't even read most of them.&amp;nbsp; Which is why I'm making "Read As Many Newberry's As Possible" one of my goals this year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To date I've been much more familiar with the Newberry Award books of an older era.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Witch of Blackbird Pond, Johnny Tremain, The Whipping Boy...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Books that make you understand the meaning of the phrase "Most Distinguished Contribution."&amp;nbsp; Books that really DESERVE that kind of medal by teaching valuable lessons.&amp;nbsp; Books that have made an impact on society.&amp;nbsp; I can't say I see those sorts of qualities in the more recent Newberry winners.&amp;nbsp; But, it's too early to really make that judgment yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the other hand, well, I believe there's been a sort of "dumbing down" of American Culture.&amp;nbsp; So, when I pick up a book with a shiny gold sticker on the front of it, I'm simultaneously preparing myself for something above average, and at the same time something significantly less of a product then say, for example, &lt;i&gt;The Bronze Bow &lt;/i&gt;by Elizabeth George Speare (1962 Newberry).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, with all that in mind, here's my thoughts (and remember it's all just my opinion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First  off, I hate it when there's language in kids books. HATE being a strong word, but yes, I really mean it.&amp;nbsp; It aggravates me immensely that a book with language can be considered "Most Distinguished Contribution."&amp;nbsp; I will readily admit that nothing in this book is not something any child could hear by turning on the TV or walking out their front door.&amp;nbsp; Swearing has become a part of our culture and I myself hear it often enough that I'm beginning to become immune to being bothered by it.&amp;nbsp; Which, in itself should bother me more.&amp;nbsp; The most aggravating part?&amp;nbsp; That this sort of thing has become so common that we are now handing out prestigious awards to children s books with language in them when 30 years ago, that very element would likely have excluded a book from even being considered for such an award.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also grimaced a bit over the romance elements.&amp;nbsp; We're reading about 12 year olds.&amp;nbsp; Come on.&amp;nbsp; Do they really need boyfriends and girlfriends?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I won't go into that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, on to the good things.&amp;nbsp; I have good things to say, I promise.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I am a huge fan of&amp;nbsp; minimalism in words.&amp;nbsp; It's all so... natural.&amp;nbsp; Like seeing everything for yourself instead of through someone else's eyes.&amp;nbsp; So, I like Stead's writing style.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&amp;nbsp; I liked the whole format of the book.&amp;nbsp; Short chapters, just enough information to make everything necessary crystal clear.&amp;nbsp; Not a lot of word-y stuff clogging up the pages.&amp;nbsp; As the Newberry judges said:&lt;/span&gt; 'Every scene and word is "vital to the plot."'&amp;nbsp; Um, YES.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm kind of in awe of this book.&amp;nbsp; I'm surprised that I was surprised at the surprise ending.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I'm loving the little glow in my chest that means I just read something special.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, if we're being totally honest, than yes, I enjoyed the book.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'd probably recommend it if it weren't for the language.&amp;nbsp; But, would I have given it a Newberry?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Probably not.&amp;nbsp; I think Newberry's should teach something; make a difference, or at least an impact.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When You Reach Me&lt;/i&gt; has it's profound moments.&amp;nbsp; Like when Miranda observes that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; "Trying to forget really doesn't work.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it's  pretty much the same as remembering." Or when Belle says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; "It's simple to love someone.&amp;nbsp; But, it's hard to know when you should say it out loud."&amp;nbsp; (But, in all fairness, Stead is really just stealing that from the climax of another Newberry Book &lt;i&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She even says so.)&amp;nbsp; And there's the whole self-sacrificing element.&amp;nbsp; And the taking responsibilities for your actions element.&amp;nbsp; All very good stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the whole, a very nice way to spend a couple of hours on a Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; In your pajamas, of course, because as Stead also says "Pajamas are good for the soul."&amp;nbsp; I'm totally with her on that one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5645286239497148078?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5645286239497148078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5645286239497148078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5645286239497148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5645286239497148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-reveiw-when-you-reach-me-by.html' title='Book Reveiw: When You Reach Me, by Rebecca Stead'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S65Gg8UGM3I/AAAAAAAACnE/RHrCExxJ084/s72-c/when+you+reach+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2771758429899585428</id><published>2010-03-22T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:17:51.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been WAAAYYY too long</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Way, WAY too long since I posted anything on this blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm being totally honest, I don't really have an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let's see if I can find something interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy working on a website for my flower shop.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; It's coming along bee-yoo-ti-fully! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book buying obsession has gotten out of hand.&amp;nbsp; Well, not really, but it has gotten to the point where I've had to buy another bookcase.&amp;nbsp; And re-arrange my entire room to make room for it.&amp;nbsp; So, that was fun.&amp;nbsp; Or not.&amp;nbsp; I now own a grand total of 370 books.&amp;nbsp; Enough?&amp;nbsp; Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are having their kitchen remodeled so we packed up a lot of boxes yesterday.&amp;nbsp; That was fun.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&amp;nbsp; I've been mildly obsessed with cleaning my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a wonderful day!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2771758429899585428?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2771758429899585428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2771758429899585428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2771758429899585428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2771758429899585428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-waaayyy-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been WAAAYYY too long'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-145589399119220981</id><published>2010-03-15T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:01:04.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BEAUTIFUL day</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 degrees in March?&amp;nbsp; This canNOT be Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Usually it's snowing this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's such a lovely thing to be able to open the windows.&amp;nbsp; And air out the house a little.&amp;nbsp; And such a strange feeling to get into my car to go to lunch and find that it's actually WARM in the car.&amp;nbsp; To need sunglasses when I'm driving home from work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-145589399119220981?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/145589399119220981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=145589399119220981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/145589399119220981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/145589399119220981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a BEAUTIFUL day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-1365424058311582863</id><published>2010-03-10T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:46:15.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbs 31'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 31:23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Her husband is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;known in the  gates,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;when he sitteth among the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; elders of the land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Proverbs 31:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're  anything like me you read this verse and skip right over it.&amp;nbsp; You think "  '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;husband&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' ok, don't have one of those, this verse doesn't  apply to me."&amp;nbsp; But, since my study right now is &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html"&gt;causing me to look at  the Proverbs 31 Virtuous Woman through different eyes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to  see things a little clearer.&amp;nbsp; I might not have a husband NOW, but I  certainly would like to have one sometime in the future.&amp;nbsp; So, how can I  prepare for this now?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed here was that  this entire passage of scripture is about the virtuous woman.&amp;nbsp; Not her  husband.&amp;nbsp; There are only a few places where her husband is even  mentioned.&amp;nbsp; But, even then, those verses aren't talking about HIM.&amp;nbsp;  They're talking about what her relationship is with him.&amp;nbsp; So, I think we  can assume that even though this verse is talking about a husband,  there's something for us to learn from it.&amp;nbsp; You've heard the saying  "Behind every good man is a good woman?"&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying that's  completely true.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not trying to peddle a feminist agenda.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;  But, the basis of that idea is that if a man is good, chances are pretty  high that his wife is supportive and kind. Encouraging and a good  influence.&amp;nbsp; She probably&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; isn't &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;like the woman mentioned in  Proverbs 21:9 and 21:19.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; "It is better to dwell in the wilderness  than with a contentious and angry woman."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Ouch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Husband mentioned in this verse is a respected and well-known man.&amp;nbsp; He  has a good reputation.&amp;nbsp; Do you think he built that reputation all on his  own?&amp;nbsp; He could certainly do that and if he were single he would have  only himself to concern with the upkeep of that reputation.&amp;nbsp; But, we  know for a fact that he's married because this verse calls him a  husband.&amp;nbsp; So, that got me to thinking about what kind of wife a  respected man like that would have.&amp;nbsp; I have an excellent example right  in front of my nose.&amp;nbsp; My own father is an elder in our church.&amp;nbsp; He's  also a business man of good reputation in our community.&amp;nbsp; His wife (my  mom) is supportive, encouraging and does an excellent job maintaining  her own good reputation which in turn reflects well on my dad.&amp;nbsp; It  always helps me to look at things in the converse.&amp;nbsp; So, I tried to  imagine what my Dad's business and church responsibilities would look  like if my mom nagged at him all the time.&amp;nbsp; To be honest, I had a hard  time imagining my dad even wanting to be a well known person if he  constantly had to be dealing with a contentious and angry wife.&amp;nbsp; I've  been at many community events and watched my dad proudly introduce his  wife to everyone he meets.&amp;nbsp; What if he didn't want to introduce her  because she was such a negative person?&amp;nbsp; What if he introduced her to  people and rather than smiling and being friendly she was rude?&amp;nbsp; My  dad's reputation would suffer for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conversation with  our own &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducing.html"&gt;Valerie&lt;/a&gt; the other day she mentioned that she felt that a lot of  guys might be intimidated by the kind of man that most of us girls are  looking for.&amp;nbsp; This led to a discussion of what kinds of qualities we  should expect to find in a good husband candidate, which of those we  should reasonably expect to be matured qualities (like a heart for the  Lord) and which character qualities we should only reasonably expect him  to be in the process of developing.&amp;nbsp; After all, it takes many years to  iron out and develop a Godly character.&amp;nbsp; I'm certainly not perfect and I  would hate to feel that I'm being passed over as a good marriage  candidate because I'm not perfect.&amp;nbsp; During the conversation I mentioned  that I wasn't looking for someone who was perfect.&amp;nbsp; Just so he had a  willing heart and a goal about what kind of man he wants to become.&amp;nbsp; I'm  totally willing to provide encouragement to help him get there!&amp;nbsp; I'm a  good encourager!&amp;nbsp; And that kind of encouragement is exactly what I need  in my own life!&amp;nbsp; I know who it is I want to be and I'm working on  reaching&amp;nbsp; my goals.&amp;nbsp; A little encouragement along the way would be just  splendid.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; But, I digress...&amp;nbsp; The point is that if we have  expectations of what kind of man we're looking for as a husband, we  should expect that the guys also have expectations about what kind of  women they are looking for in a wife.&amp;nbsp; And, if we expect to marry a  certain quality of man, we need to be worthy of him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  husband in this verse is a leader among men.&amp;nbsp; Before he was married, what  kind of woman do you suppose he was looking for in a wife?&amp;nbsp; What kind of  character traits do you suppose appealed to him?&amp;nbsp; Should we assume that  he married a run-of-the-mill girl?&amp;nbsp; Or, that he married a girl who had  the makings of being a strong, responsible, well respected women?&amp;nbsp; We  have a joke in our house and it takes a little bit of explaining.&amp;nbsp; My  dad is in a group of men at our church that we often refer to as "The  Elders" :)&amp;nbsp; The elder's wives are usually referred to as (creatively  enough) the "Elders Wives."&amp;nbsp; My mom has always encouraged her daughters  to be strong women of God, leaders of our peers, encouragers and wise  counselors.&amp;nbsp; She set for us the goal of being the kind of women that  would be good wives of good men.&amp;nbsp; The kind of men that hold positions of  leadership in their communities and churches.&amp;nbsp; She called us "Elders  Wives in Training."&amp;nbsp; Or, as we quickly nick-named it "E-WITS."&amp;nbsp; It's  funny, and we laugh when we talk about being "E-WITS" but the principle  is a good one.&amp;nbsp; We should be preparing now to be the kind of woman that  are well-equipped to encourage a man who is "known in the gates."&amp;nbsp; Be  worthy of what you desire.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S5ZVeW738iI/AAAAAAAACnA/pQLy0KMDsQg/s1600-h/luke%20swimming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S5ZVeW738iI/AAAAAAAACnA/pQLy0KMDsQg/s320/luke%20swimming.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Luke-man's final swimming lesson was on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; He invited/begged the "WHOLE FAMILY" to come and watch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him doing the butterfly stroke, I think.&amp;nbsp; It's really hard to tell, the camera on my phone isn't spectacular and it has a delayed reaction.&amp;nbsp; I snapped the shutter when his head was in the air and he had the cutest little concentrating look on his face. But, obviously, by the time the picture was actually taken he was back in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO cute.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite impressive really.&amp;nbsp; I suppose maybe a lot of kids grow up learning how to swim but I never learned.&amp;nbsp; I do a version of doggy-paddle and can do a backstroke (I think) but I can't tread water, float, or do a cannonball off a diving board into the deep section of the pool.&amp;nbsp; And I certainly can't dive for rings.&amp;nbsp; (How do you go DOWN into the water anyway?&amp;nbsp; I could never do it.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke did all of those things on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; And he was even relaxed enough to stop and wave at his adoring fans every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7585948996166703437?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7585948996166703437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7585948996166703437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7585948996166703437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7585948996166703437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/luke-swims.html' title='Luke Swims'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S5ZVeW738iI/AAAAAAAACnA/pQLy0KMDsQg/s72-c/luke%20swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6642105344630026335</id><published>2010-03-08T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:14:00.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Chicken Pesto Pizza</title><content type='html'>Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pizza Crust for one pizza&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to use your favorite pizza crust recipe, or frozen bread dough or Boboli... or whatever.&amp;nbsp; I'm still searching for the perfect pizza crust, but I have to say, this one was REALLY good for a non-yeast crust.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe I used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S5Ly8w04AOI/AAAAAAAACm8/fxKkgg2xldw/s1600-h/pizza.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S5Ly8w04AOI/AAAAAAAACm8/fxKkgg2xldw/s320/pizza.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 Tbsp baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2/3 cup water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Tbsp vegetable oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mix the dry ingredients first (I also added a pinch of brown sugar here because I was in the mood for a sweeter crust.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't take much, a tsp. is fine.&amp;nbsp; And the tiny bit of sweet really contrasts nicely with the saltiness...)&amp;nbsp; Then combine the water and oil and mix it all together.&amp;nbsp; I used my hands to knead it into a ball and then rolled it out right onto the baking stone.&amp;nbsp; You might need a tad bit more water.&amp;nbsp; But don't overdo it.&amp;nbsp; Just a sprinkle at a time until it's the right consistency and it sticks together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toppings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Chicken Breast, cubed and cooked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 3/4 Cup Pesto (I grew a huge basil plant last summer and Mom made a bunch of pesto from it.&amp;nbsp; I still have some in my freezer. :) )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 Onion, sliced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 Mushrooms, sliced&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 Cup shredded Mozzarella Cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Roma Tomatoes, sliced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spread pizza crust with pesto sauce.&amp;nbsp; Then layer the ingredients in whatever order you like.&amp;nbsp; I suggest finishing up with cheese and then tomato.&amp;nbsp; Bake at 400 for 18-20 minutes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yummy.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6642105344630026335?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6642105344630026335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6642105344630026335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6642105344630026335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6642105344630026335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/chicken-pesto-pizza.html' title='Chicken Pesto Pizza'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S5Ly8w04AOI/AAAAAAAACm8/fxKkgg2xldw/s72-c/pizza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-803904341834103757</id><published>2010-03-03T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:05:58.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singleness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Did I Kiss Marriage Goodbye? by Carolyn McCulley</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/marriage-goodbye-trusting-with-hope-deferred/carolyn-mcculley/9781581345797/pd/45791"&gt;Did  I Kiss Marriage Goodbye? by Carolyn McCulley&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this book 5 stars and 2 thumbs up.&amp;nbsp; That's how much I  loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn writes from her own experience and her  honesty is touching, humorous and in some instances even  heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; But mostly her honesty is inspiring, level headed and  REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought reading a book on a subject I personally  struggle with written by another woman struggling with the same thing  could be so encouraging and uplifting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially pleasantly surprised to find the author  addressing the topic of the Proverbs 31 woman especially relating to  single women.&amp;nbsp; This is a topic the IDD Blog has &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html"&gt;recently  been studying&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I found her insights to be invaluable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to EVERY woman aged 15-95, married or  single.&amp;nbsp; Even though it's primary focus is single woman, Carolyn points  out that single woman are just woman, who happen to currently be  single.&amp;nbsp; Her encouraging words apply to women in every walk of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  can find more of Miss McCulley's work at &lt;a href="http://www.boundlessline.org/"&gt;Boundless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-803904341834103757?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/803904341834103757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=803904341834103757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/803904341834103757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/803904341834103757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-review-did-i-kiss-marriage-goodbye.html' title='Book Review: Did I Kiss Marriage Goodbye? by Carolyn McCulley'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4124942924802991383</id><published>2010-03-01T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:00:09.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>February Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Crooked House by Agatha Christie - &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp;  Kind of creepy, I gotta admit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; Fitzwilliam Darcy,  Gentleman, These Three Remain by Pamela Aiden - &lt;/b&gt;(****) It kind of  surprises me how much I like this book.&amp;nbsp; Some parts of it I like very  very much.&amp;nbsp; Other parts, not as much.&amp;nbsp; I admit I skipped some.&amp;nbsp; I got a  little bored reading so much about Darcy's feelings... ho hum.&amp;nbsp; Great  ending though.&amp;nbsp; Of course.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; Sarah, Plain and Tall by  Patricia Machlachlan &lt;/b&gt;-(*****)&amp;nbsp; Proof that a story doesn't have to be  word-y to be poignant.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; The Cat-Nappers by P.G.  Wodehouse -&lt;/b&gt;(****) Like all Wodehouse's works, hilarious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;  The Way Home by Mary Pride&lt;/b&gt; -(*****)&amp;nbsp; Excellent.&amp;nbsp; I've been reading a  lot on the feminist movement lately and the role of women in the home,  church and society.&amp;nbsp; I'm not done researching (maybe never will be?)  Mary Pride has some excellent things to say.&amp;nbsp; A lot of my opinions have  been refined by her insight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; River Secrets by Shannon  Hale -&lt;/b&gt;(***) Not my favorite Bayern book... but, still really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;  Did I Kiss Marriage Goodbye? by Carolyn McCulley &lt;/b&gt;-(*****) Review  coming soon!!!&amp;nbsp; For now, I'll just say LOVED it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.&amp;nbsp; The  Mystery of the Blue Train by Agatha Christie -&lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Pretty good.&amp;nbsp;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4124942924802991383?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4124942924802991383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4124942924802991383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4124942924802991383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4124942924802991383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/february-book-list.html' title='February Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4488266058788447811</id><published>2010-02-22T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:20:07.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Monday, Febuary 22nd, 2010</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://macthestarvingartist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt; was kind enough to point out the other day that "You haven't been publishing on your blog much."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to try to make an effort to post more.&amp;nbsp; There are days (like today) when I really don't have anything to say.&amp;nbsp; At least there's nothing on my mind right now that I want to share.&amp;nbsp; But, I'll try to just at least say hi and talk to you all anyway.&amp;nbsp; I hope it doesn't get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a little crazy at work.&amp;nbsp; We were slow at all the times when we were caught up and had plenty of people hanging around, and busy at all the wrong times.&amp;nbsp; My co-worker who I work the most with has been on vacation the whole month of February.&amp;nbsp; It's made things interesting... :)&amp;nbsp; But, it's all good.&amp;nbsp; Things always seem to work out somehow at the flower shop no matter what the problem is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to work.&amp;nbsp; Then home to do my laundry and clean the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; I also borrowed Mom's vacuum, so I'll vacuum the living room today.&amp;nbsp; Our vacuum cleaner has been out of commission for a long time now, so once a week or so I borrow Mom's.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully she has one of those 8 lb. Oreck's so it's easy to toss in the back of &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-ride.html"&gt;the Dawn Treader. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is how exciting my life is today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4488266058788447811?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4488266058788447811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4488266058788447811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4488266058788447811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4488266058788447811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-febuary-22nd-2010.html' title='Monday, Febuary 22nd, 2010'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-8447188929650951966</id><published>2010-02-19T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:35:00.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>To Die For Blueberry Muffins</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And they're not even kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3yWNi9aMFI/AAAAAAAACm0/OApM3h8RMcc/s1600-h/02-17-10_1853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3yWNi9aMFI/AAAAAAAACm0/OApM3h8RMcc/s320/02-17-10_1853.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/blueberries-in-august.html"&gt;RECIPE&lt;/a&gt; courtesy of my lovely friend &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-to-know-krista.html"&gt;KRISTA&lt;/a&gt; of the IDD Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-8447188929650951966?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8447188929650951966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=8447188929650951966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8447188929650951966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8447188929650951966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-die-for-blueberry-muffins.html' title='To Die For Blueberry Muffins'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3yWNi9aMFI/AAAAAAAACm0/OApM3h8RMcc/s72-c/02-17-10_1853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5448868691100352973</id><published>2010-02-17T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:33:45.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah B.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Luke and Sarah B. Must Have Found the Wardrobe....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because it sure looks like they're in Narnia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3x8Pc1WDkI/AAAAAAAACmw/19hkom5pQ10/s1600-h/On%20balcony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3x8Pc1WDkI/AAAAAAAACmw/19hkom5pQ10/s400/On%20balcony.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit/photo-shopping goes to &lt;a href="http://macthestarvingartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/recipe-for-creating-fairytale.html"&gt;SUSIE&lt;/a&gt; and there are more pictures on &lt;a href="http://macthestarvingartist.blogspot.com/2010/02/recipe-for-creating-fairytale.html"&gt;HER BLOG&lt;/a&gt; so check it out!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5448868691100352973?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5448868691100352973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5448868691100352973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5448868691100352973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5448868691100352973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/luke-and-sarah-b-must-have-found.html' title='Luke and Sarah B. Must Have Found the Wardrobe....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3x8Pc1WDkI/AAAAAAAACmw/19hkom5pQ10/s72-c/On%20balcony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2791339501420486688</id><published>2010-02-16T06:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:08:00.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Confidence (or The Lack Thereof)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've struggled with low  self-confidence my entire life.&amp;nbsp; I'm a natural introvert.&amp;nbsp; As a child I  was never more than an arms reach away from my mom and often so close  behind her that if she stopped suddenly I would run into her.&amp;nbsp; If  someone spoke to me I answered in monosyllables and hid my face.&amp;nbsp; When I  was eleven we joined a Bible club at a local church.&amp;nbsp; I cried and my  mom had to stay with me the whole first night.&amp;nbsp; Even at age 18 I made  multiple excuses not to make phone calls.&amp;nbsp; I was terrified to use the  phone.&amp;nbsp; I stayed home when I was invited to parties with excuses of  "headaches.&amp;nbsp; Actually, the truth wasn't far off.&amp;nbsp; I got instant  headaches at the thought of socialization.&amp;nbsp; There were times that I  cried for hours before going to a social gathering merely because I  didn't want anyone to look at me.&amp;nbsp; If they looked at me I knew they  would know what a failure I was.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I went to work at the flower shop I had to do major overcoming.&amp;nbsp; I had  to drive to people's houses and knock on their doors!&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you,  though, when you walk into an office building carrying a bouquet of  flowers EVERYONE looks at you.&amp;nbsp; But, surprisingly they aren't thinking  "Who is that strange girl and what is her problem?"&amp;nbsp; They're thinking  "OOOO.... I wonder who's getting flowers?"&amp;nbsp; My boss required me to make  some difficult phone calls for her and once I even had to run after a  customer who "forgot" to pay.&amp;nbsp; Some of the things I had to do would have  been a cake walk to other people.&amp;nbsp; They were mountains for me.&amp;nbsp; But,  the thing about mountains is that once you've conquered them they become  monuments, things we can look back on as battles fought and won.&amp;nbsp; Every  victory is a step higher.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3nkBTrY94I/AAAAAAAACms/grtssjUSo5I/s1600-h/shy_girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3nkBTrY94I/AAAAAAAACms/grtssjUSo5I/s320/shy_girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Only a few weeks ago I  was  talking with a co-worker.&amp;nbsp; It was a rather deep discussion and at one  point I referred to myself as "Shy.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She looked at me in  disbelief.&amp;nbsp; "You are NOT shy!" &lt;br /&gt;I stared at her blankly.&amp;nbsp; "Well, I  am…"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She shook her head. "Well, I've never thought of you as shy.  I mean, you're quiet and you're certainly not a big talker, but you're  friendly and you certainly don't ACT shy!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was still  perplexed.&amp;nbsp; I'd worked with this woman for almost 7 years.&amp;nbsp; Could she  really not know?&amp;nbsp; "I am shy... I always have been..." &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She  continued to stare at me "Well.&amp;nbsp; You certainly cover it well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I realized the truth.&amp;nbsp; I'm really not nearly as shy as I  used to be and my self-confidence is really SO much better.&amp;nbsp; I still  don't like crowds of people.&amp;nbsp; I'm still a horrible conversationalist.&amp;nbsp;  I'm good at listening, but really not good at talking myself.&amp;nbsp; I'd still  much rather be alone with my own thoughts than at a party and I still  don't like anyone to look at me.&amp;nbsp; I'll always be that way.&amp;nbsp; But, I've  learned to cover it well.&amp;nbsp; I've learned to "fake it."&amp;nbsp; And it's made a  huge difference in my life.&amp;nbsp; I'm not an expert.&amp;nbsp; I still struggle with  self-confidence.&amp;nbsp; I still cry at night when I'm feeling 2 inches tall.&amp;nbsp; I  still don't have a lot of social skills that most people don't ever  have to learn because they just come naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there  are a few things I've learned that help me get through a day at least  faking self-confidence.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;" type="DISC"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3nhkWfC9oI/AAAAAAAACmo/OB8aTADSqos/s1600-h/self_confidence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3nhkWfC9oI/AAAAAAAACmo/OB8aTADSqos/s320/self_confidence.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't  beat yourself up,  especially for the sake of humor.&amp;nbsp; While it may cause people to chuckle  at the time it's really not worth it in the long run.&amp;nbsp; And it sends a  message like a flashing neon sign "REBECCA IS OK TO PICK ON."&amp;nbsp; A fellow  IDDiot and I were talking the other day about making disparaging remarks  about ourselves in order to lighten the mood and make a conversation.&amp;nbsp;  Here's what I said&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"[We] need to develop [our] self confidence and  present [our] self-confidence... I don't really know how to describe  this. This is something that I have FINALLY started learning how to do.  There are still times when I cower and feel like everyone around me is  SO much more accomplished, intelligent, etc... and there were/still are  plenty of times when I made a conversation out of my inadequacy. Why did  I do that to myself? Desperate for something to say, I guess and having  nothing to say, without sounding stupid I just kind of announced my  stupidity... ??"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Girls, please, please don't do this to  yourselves.&amp;nbsp; You are worthy of being praised.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;" type="DISC"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Learn your  strengths and depend on them.&amp;nbsp; It's never okay to ignore our weaknesses  but it's certainly not necessary to hide our strengths.&amp;nbsp; Work on your  weaknesses.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, put your best foot forward. If you find yourself  in a conversation that's out of your depth, don't be discouraged or  draw attention to your inability.&amp;nbsp; Instead, learn what you can from it  and speak up when you can it's a subject familiar to you.&amp;nbsp; Don't let  your weaknesses overshadow your strengths!&amp;nbsp; Make it the other way  around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;" type="DISC"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smile.&amp;nbsp; Even  if you're quaking inside, even if you'd rather be anywhere rather than  where you are.&amp;nbsp; A smile is the universal sign of friendship.&amp;nbsp; If you  don't say a word your smile will still make an impact.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;" type="DISC"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The secret to  dealing with a lack of self-confidence is Don't Let Anyone Else Know!&amp;nbsp;  Acting can be your best friend.&amp;nbsp; In the movie Wives and Daughters,  Cynthia says, &lt;i&gt; "The French girls would tell you that to believe that  you are pretty would make you so."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; There's a lot of truth in that  statement.&amp;nbsp; A woman who thinks of herself as beautiful will act  beautiful.&amp;nbsp; She will take extra care with her clothes, hair and makeup.&amp;nbsp;  She will cultivate her beauty.&amp;nbsp; Similarly, acting confident (even when  you are not) will give you a confidence.&amp;nbsp; Or, at the very least, it will  give everyone else the idea that you are!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;" type="DISC"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember that  God is confident in you, His creation, even if you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll let you in on another secret.&amp;nbsp; You're  most likely the ONLY person that knows that you're self-conscious and  awkward feeling.&amp;nbsp; I often think that EVERYONE must be able to see how  awkward I am, but the truth is people don't really notice as much as you  think they do.&amp;nbsp; If you start focusing on others all the time and stop  focusing on your own failings you'll find yourself much more relaxed in  social situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Arial;" type="DISC"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Oscar Wilde said "Be yourself.&amp;nbsp;  Everyone else is already taken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take  it  one step at a time. Don’t expect to change from shy to outgoing  overnight. It takes time and practice. It’s worth it in the long run,  though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2791339501420486688?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2791339501420486688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2791339501420486688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2791339501420486688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2791339501420486688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-confidence-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Self Confidence (or The Lack Thereof)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S3nkBTrY94I/AAAAAAAACms/grtssjUSo5I/s72-c/shy_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3030221699099333422</id><published>2010-02-15T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:24:04.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Remains of V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/02-15-10_1117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/02-15-10_1117.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I make GOOD messes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3030221699099333422?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3030221699099333422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3030221699099333422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3030221699099333422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3030221699099333422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/remains-of-v-day.html' title='Remains of V-Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4431926697442510846</id><published>2010-02-11T07:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:02:00.105-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singleness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>February 11, 2010</title><content type='html'>I've been busy, Oh so busy&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how busy I feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I've been listening to the West Side Story soundtrack.&amp;nbsp; And, yes, Hayley Westenra is the best Maria ever. No contest.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new laptop has arrived! &amp;nbsp; And I've been busy, oh so busy, *ahem* playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;Windows 7 has my thumbs up, by the way.&amp;nbsp; Not that my thumbs up really counts for anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named the new laptop Riley.&amp;nbsp; Because I name things. And because... RILEY!&amp;nbsp; *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that have been keeping me busy are as follows and in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing&lt;/b&gt; (mostly for the IDD blog)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html"&gt;Valentine's Day.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keeping my house clean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Explain this to me.&amp;nbsp; We're gone most of the day. Which means we aren't home to mess it up.&amp;nbsp; And yet, there is ALWAYS housework to do.&amp;nbsp; Why is this?&amp;nbsp; I conclude that either&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a) We are VERY messy when we ARE at home.&amp;nbsp; or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;b) it has something to do with the second law of thermodynamics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It may in fact, be both reasons.&amp;nbsp; And the first reason may be because of the second reason.&amp;nbsp; But, I don't know for sure, because I am not a physicist.&amp;nbsp; I'm a florist.&amp;nbsp; And the flower shop is pretty messy this time of year too.&amp;nbsp; But that's because of, like I said &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html"&gt;V-Day.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Or, the second law of thermodynamics.&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm..... This is obviously proof that the second law of the thermodynamics is directly related to Valentine's and that all florists should moonlight as astro-physicists.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;b&gt;completely messed up my iTunes&lt;/b&gt; library and iPod and all that in my attempt to transfer my iTunes library to my new computer without the help or supervision of &lt;a href="http://thekingsfiddler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to be smart and not bug her.&amp;nbsp; Ended up looking not smart and bugging her anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading the &lt;b&gt;Fitzwilliam Darcy books&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Only a couple of breaks to read Agatha Christie.&amp;nbsp; Has anyone read the Darcy books?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Itching for spring!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; I ordered some flower seeds... they came in the mail... I was so excited I couldn't sleep that night because I was trying to plan my garden in my head.&amp;nbsp; But, obviously, I won't be able to actually get out and start working for at least another 6-8 weeks so it's all like some kind of cruel joke I'm playing on myself.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, I think that's all for now.&amp;nbsp; Have to get going to the flower shop and as my mom says "Make pretty flowers!"&amp;nbsp; for all of those lovers and sweethearts out there.&amp;nbsp; Do you think I will ever have a sweetheart?&amp;nbsp; I'm beginning to doubt... But, that's usual for this time of year... &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4431926697442510846?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4431926697442510846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4431926697442510846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4431926697442510846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4431926697442510846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-11-2010.html' title='February 11, 2010'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7055095771357380163</id><published>2010-02-08T06:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:06:00.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>I was called Hyacinth Clare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S29HLAbtw3I/AAAAAAAACmc/IToaAmSeclc/s1600-h/hyacinth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S29HLAbtw3I/AAAAAAAACmc/IToaAmSeclc/s320/hyacinth.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S29HLIJtrlI/AAAAAAAACmg/vj5ddJj5CG4/s1600-h/hyacinth2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S29HLIJtrlI/AAAAAAAACmg/vj5ddJj5CG4/s320/hyacinth2.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7055095771357380163?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7055095771357380163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7055095771357380163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7055095771357380163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7055095771357380163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-called-hyacinth-clare.html' title='I was called Hyacinth Clare...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S29HLAbtw3I/AAAAAAAACmc/IToaAmSeclc/s72-c/hyacinth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-796054907710443164</id><published>2010-02-05T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:51:00.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemony snicket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>On Books and Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;There are &lt;b&gt;thos&lt;/b&gt;e who say that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;like a book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;chapter&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;i&gt; for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;each event&lt;/span&gt; in your life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;limited&lt;/span&gt; number of pages&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;on which you can &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;spend your time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But &lt;b&gt;I prefer&lt;/b&gt; to think that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; a &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;book &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;like a life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; particularly a &lt;b&gt;good one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;well worth&lt;/span&gt; staying up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all night &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;to finish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lemony Snicket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-796054907710443164?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/796054907710443164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=796054907710443164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/796054907710443164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/796054907710443164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-books-and-life.html' title='On Books and Life'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-8534771190742398667</id><published>2010-02-04T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:28:06.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn Treader'/><title type='text'>My New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S2rmjjLZs3I/AAAAAAAACmY/lgp2f2_Tvoc/s1600-h/2010_Escape_Sangria%20Red%20Metallic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S2rmjjLZs3I/AAAAAAAACmY/lgp2f2_Tvoc/s320/2010_Escape_Sangria%20Red%20Metallic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this isn't actually MY car.&amp;nbsp; This is a picture I pulled off the internet.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to take a picture of my car, because it's really dirty right now (because I live in Wisconsin and it's February).&amp;nbsp; And, it's difficult to take a good picture without getting the liscense plate in the picture.&amp;nbsp; And also, my computer doesn't like my sister's camera, so getting pictures off the camera onto my computer is like a 5 step process.&amp;nbsp; (I exaggerate.&amp;nbsp; Maybe only 3 steps.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&amp;nbsp; This is my new car.&amp;nbsp; It's a Ford Escape.&amp;nbsp; 'And it is RED.'&amp;nbsp; (points to whoever knows what movie I just quoted.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; It's my dream car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I named her Dawn Treader.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-8534771190742398667?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8534771190742398667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=8534771190742398667' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8534771190742398667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8534771190742398667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-ride.html' title='My New Ride'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S2rmjjLZs3I/AAAAAAAACmY/lgp2f2_Tvoc/s72-c/2010_Escape_Sangria%20Red%20Metallic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2216803219012120832</id><published>2010-02-02T06:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:09:00.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbs 31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 31:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: teal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She seeketh wool, and flax,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;worketh willingly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;with her han&lt;/span&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-Proverbs 31:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main part of this verse that caught my eye was "She worketh WILLINGLY with her hands."&amp;nbsp; Probably every one of us is familiar with that ancient saying "A man will work from sun to sun, but a woman's work is never done."&amp;nbsp; I have my doubts whether or not this saying is really true of the sexes in general.&amp;nbsp; I've met men who never stop and woman who like to take plenty of breaks.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, every single woman in this world, married or single, mother, sister or grandmother has more than enough projects, jobs, etc. (feel free to fill in the blank here with whatever it is that keeps YOU busy) to distract her every minute of every day.&amp;nbsp; How many of us have moaned for the luxury of 36 hours in a day instead of 24?&amp;nbsp; In fact, I'm pretty sure we were having a conversation along these exact lines on the &lt;a href="http://z12.invisionfree.com/I_Dont_Date/"&gt;IDD forum&lt;/a&gt; just the other day.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I'm convinced however that whether we were given 36 hours a day or even 48 every single one of us would remain just as busy and behind on our "to-do" lists as we are now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&amp;nbsp; From the minute I wake up in the morning, and often even before I've woken up in the morning, I am planning my day.&amp;nbsp; I wake up with a list in my head entitled &lt;u&gt;Things To Get Done Toda&lt;/u&gt;y.&amp;nbsp; I get out of bed and before I've even washed my face the list has grown.&amp;nbsp; It goes like this:&amp;nbsp; On my walk to the bathroom I add &lt;i&gt;Sweep Kitchen Floor &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Make Coffee&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; As I'm putting on my makeup and brushing my teeth I mentally add &lt;i&gt;Buy a New Toothbrush, Look at Garden Plan, Save Money, Wash Towels&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Talk to Mom about This Weekend. &lt;/i&gt;All of this is before I've even poured my coffee or eaten breakfast.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I open the refrigerator to get out the milk I start adding things to the Grocery section of my list and planning dinner.&amp;nbsp; I check my e-mail during breakfast (Three cheers for multi-tasking!!) and start adding more things to the list &lt;i&gt;Pay Insurance, Write a Blog Post, Check on Library Books Due Dates, Water Plants.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;If I'm feeling super organized I might even pull out my phone and start putting my list into a drafted text message that I keep for this exact purpose.&amp;nbsp; But, honestly, the thoughts come faster than I can put them into my phone and realistically I can't walk around with my phone in my hand all day long adding things to my list.&amp;nbsp; I walk to my car and the list grows.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Get Gas, Take Out Garbage, Practice Piano.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;I arrive at work and my "Home" list retires to a "Look at Later" file and my "Work" list comes out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Re-cut Flowers, Clean Roses, Order Plants, FIND MORE PENS, Clean vases, Call Other Shop....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;During the day I think of people and add their names to my "Call and See How They're Doing List."&amp;nbsp; But, who has time for an hour long conversation with each of those 25 people?&amp;nbsp; I'll be perfectly honest.&amp;nbsp; By the time I've arrived home at the end of the day I've forgetten 80% of the things on the list, and of the remaining 20% maybe 5% of THOSE actually get done.&amp;nbsp; I fall into bed and try to sleep as the image of my "Things to Get Done Today" list haunts me with it's lack of check marks.&amp;nbsp; Imagine how it would be if we had 48 hours to spend thinking of things to do?&amp;nbsp; I, for one, would definitely be just as behind on my projected goals as I am now.&amp;nbsp; Maybe more so.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S2C8Z_tQ9nI/AAAAAAAACmQ/tIh69ODxyBw/s1600-h/cleaning-lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S2C8Z_tQ9nI/AAAAAAAACmQ/tIh69ODxyBw/s320/cleaning-lady.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life of a young, single woman with no husband to think of and no children to care for, and supposedly plenty of energy.&amp;nbsp; I'm not trying to give you the impression that I work uber-hard and deserve a vacation in Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; (Although that would be nice...)&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, I'm really trying to show you how discouraging it is to NOT get things done.&amp;nbsp; I, of course, take the lions share of the blame for things not getting done.&amp;nbsp; I could be more efficient.&amp;nbsp; I could prioritize better.&amp;nbsp; I could be less selfish and choose to spend my time doing the things that I know need to be done but I don't really want to do.&amp;nbsp; I could probably sacrifice an hour of sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I could have a better attitude.&amp;nbsp; That's all I'm really trying to say here.&amp;nbsp; The Virtuous Woman WORKS.&amp;nbsp; It's true.&amp;nbsp; But, more importantly, she works WILLINGLY.&amp;nbsp; You've heard the saying "Attitude is everything"?&amp;nbsp; It's absolutely true.&amp;nbsp; I would be willing to bet that I could sweep the floor faster and more efficiently if I have a good attitude versus sweeping the floor with a bad attitude.&amp;nbsp; If I go through my day with a willing heart I'll probably remember more of the things on my list.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably get more of them done and I'll definitely be a better example, a better employee, better sister and all around a better person to know.&amp;nbsp; On the flip side, if I scowl and complain about everything I do, I'll probably talk myself out of doing things, be less productive and no one will want to be around me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's work is never done.&amp;nbsp; And, according to Proverbs 31, the Virtous Woman is WILLING to shoulder that burden.&amp;nbsp; Something every single one of us can work on every single done.&amp;nbsp; Because as long as there's work to be done, there can and should be a willing attitude to go along with it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2216803219012120832?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2216803219012120832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2216803219012120832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2216803219012120832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2216803219012120832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/proverbs-3113.html' title='Proverbs 31:13'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S2C8Z_tQ9nI/AAAAAAAACmQ/tIh69ODxyBw/s72-c/cleaning-lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6774559519474409273</id><published>2010-02-01T06:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:48:00.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January Book List</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Lord Edgeware Dies by Agatha Christie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Pretty good.&amp;nbsp; I did think the answer seemed obvious, but...&amp;nbsp; maybe not.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. As You Like It by William Shakespeare&lt;/b&gt; (****)&amp;nbsp; I'm helping my brother with his Shakespeare class.&amp;nbsp; (rephrase that:&amp;nbsp; He and I reading Shakespeare together IS the "class")&amp;nbsp; Tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Peril at End House by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; I love the surprise ending of this one.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Jeeves and the Tie That Binds by P.G. Wodehouse &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Cute and funny.&amp;nbsp; Wodehouse is some kind of genius.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. An Old Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; Such a sweet story.&amp;nbsp; The very beginning and the end are best.&amp;nbsp; This is another book that I find myself grinning like a fool as I read the end.&amp;nbsp; *sappy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hattie Big Sky by Kirby Larson &lt;/b&gt;(*****) I absolutely LOVED this book.&amp;nbsp; And for so many reasons.&amp;nbsp; Some of which I can't tell you because it would be giving away the whole story.&amp;nbsp; It is an excellently written, beautiful, touching story of a 16 year old girl proving up a homestead claim by herself.&amp;nbsp; A true coming of age story and I absolutely loved it.&amp;nbsp; I cried for both grief and joy.&amp;nbsp; Based on the homesteading experience of an actual young girl named Hattie Inez Brooks.&amp;nbsp; Read her story.&amp;nbsp; You will love it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Horseradish, Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid by Lemony Snicket&lt;/b&gt;- (****)&amp;nbsp; If you like Lemony Snicket, you'll love his Horseradish.&amp;nbsp; Quite cunning.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse -&lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Pretty funny.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman, An Assembly Such as This by Pamela Aiden- &lt;/b&gt;(***) This is my second time reading this series and I have to admit it's not quite as fun the second time around.&amp;nbsp; I feel like Aiden has a hard time filling the dead spaces in Austen's work and has to make up what Darcy is doing meanwhile.&amp;nbsp; There are too many passages that tell us in minute detail exactly how Darcy is training his dog or practicing fencing...&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I did like the book and I already checked out the sequel from the library.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; The Golden Ball and other stories by Agatha Christie - (**)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Mostly ghost stories.&amp;nbsp; Not really my thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Poirot Loses a Client by Agatha Christie- &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; I think this plot survives only because Christie is such an amazing writer.&amp;nbsp; She tells us EVERYTHING we need to know but in such a way that we all read ourselves right into the wrong ideas.&amp;nbsp; Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman, Duty and Desire by Pamela Aiden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; (***)&amp;nbsp; I like these books for several various reasons.&amp;nbsp; The whole concept of Pride and Prejudice from Darcy's point of view is interesting.&amp;nbsp; Also, I like the history and how we learn about the life of a gentleman in this time period and that's interesting too.&amp;nbsp; This book is a little different from the other two in the series.&amp;nbsp; Aiden is a bit at a loss for material since at this point chronologically in P&amp;amp;P we have no idea what Darcy is doing.&amp;nbsp; She spends the first half of the book with Darcy at Pemberly with Georgianna, his family, in London... all very nice and Darcy-like.&amp;nbsp; The second half of the book however takes a very non-Austen like turn and, while it's a not bad plot, and quite engaging, I have to say it really doesn't seem very Darcy-ish.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, in my opinion, Aiden should've left all of that out and made the series only two books rather than three.&amp;nbsp; The secondary plot could easily have been expanded to a full length novel perhaps featuring a different main character?&amp;nbsp; I don't know. Just my opinion.&amp;nbsp; I do like Fletcher.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; The Feminine Minority, A Brief History of Feminism and the Modern Woman by Patricia Regar- &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; As history lessons go, this book is phenomenal.&amp;nbsp; It's a clear, well-formulated look at the birth of the Feminist Movement.&amp;nbsp; The author makes some conclusions regarding the modern woman that I don't completely agree with, but I found the history very interesting and thought provoking.&amp;nbsp; I've had some good conversations on the subject brought on by reading this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; One, Two Buckle My Shoe by Agatha Christie- &lt;/b&gt;(****)&amp;nbsp; Another good Christie... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; It amuses me that so many of her mysteries are inspired by nursery rhymes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6774559519474409273?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6774559519474409273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6774559519474409273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6774559519474409273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6774559519474409273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/january-book-list.html' title='January Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3903795844413646491</id><published>2010-01-28T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:42:10.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>I'm posting merely for the sake of posting</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel a little guilty for my lack of post-age lately, so here's a totally random one for you. Maybe it will just go to prove how little I have to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new car about a month ago.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I mentioned that here...&amp;nbsp; comment and tell me if you want to see pictures or if you really don't care...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last weekend was spent at the Kalahari hotel and resort in the Wisconsin Dells.&amp;nbsp; Tons of fun, waterpark, etc (I don't really swim and actually didn't even bring a swimming suit... but, the kids had fun!) The trip was a Christmas present from Grandma and Grandpa, YAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our family has 8 licensed drivers and 7 cars and we STILL have to do car swapping and intricate plans involving who will drive who where and who will pick up who's car and swap keys, etc.&amp;nbsp; Strange, no?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is 9 degrees right now in Southern Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; Up from 0 this morning.&amp;nbsp; Oh happy, frigid day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe I have spring fever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it too early to order seeds for the garden?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the risk of sounding like a very extravagant girl... I also just bought a new laptop.&amp;nbsp; Tuppence (my old laptop) is decidedly an "Old Thing" and is ready to retire.&amp;nbsp; I ordered my new laptop and it should be here in a week or so, I'm thinking.&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited it's almost ridiculous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And.....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's all, folks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3903795844413646491?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3903795844413646491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3903795844413646491' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3903795844413646491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3903795844413646491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-posting-merely-for-sake-of-posting.html' title='I&apos;m posting merely for the sake of posting'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-859610563415315934</id><published>2010-01-27T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:50:58.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Swap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;QUICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Go over to the &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;IDD Blog&lt;/a&gt; RIGHT NOW and sign up for the &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/hear-ye-hear-ye.html"&gt;CHOCOLATE SWAP!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can tell you from experience it's the highlight of the year!&amp;nbsp; And you only have a few more days to sign up!&amp;nbsp; Hope to see you over there!&amp;nbsp; Maybe we'll be swapping chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-859610563415315934?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/859610563415315934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=859610563415315934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/859610563415315934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/859610563415315934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/chocolate-swap.html' title='Chocolate Swap!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2298950505213762257</id><published>2010-01-26T06:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:09:00.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Jak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebecca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christa-Taylor'/><title type='text'>Christa Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Why is there such a lack of fashionable, feminine, MODEST clothing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt the frustration?&amp;nbsp; I think all of us have asked this question at one time or another.&amp;nbsp; Meet someone who has actually DONE something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christa-taylor.com/"&gt;Christa-Taylor&lt;/a&gt; is an online company devoted to providing cute, fashionable clothes for the modesty-conscious crowd.&amp;nbsp; :) In her own words "...Feminine and beautiful without compromising self respect and dignity." You can read more about how the company started and all about Christa Taylor &lt;a href="http://www.empoweredtraditionalist.com/about/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with I want to say that Christa-Taylor is not paying me to talk about her company.&amp;nbsp; She didn't send me any free products.&amp;nbsp; Everything I've ordered from Christa-Taylor has been purchased with my own money.&amp;nbsp; I happen to think that they have a great mission and I think their clothes are cute so I don't mind supporting them one bit! By the way Christa-Taylor &lt;a href="http://www.christa-taylor.com/about/mission/"&gt;donates 5% of every purchase&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.warmblankets.org/"&gt;Warm Blankets Orphan Care International.&lt;/a&gt; which is pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered from them several times and every time I've been very pleased with my purchases.&amp;nbsp; I bought my winter coat from Christa-Taylor, and I wear it EVERYWHERE and get compliments on it all the time.&amp;nbsp; In fact, just today a random lady I walked by stopped me to tell she loved my coat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their shipping is super fast, I always receive my order in two to three days.&amp;nbsp; Look at these sweet dresses I just bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S1422krCB5I/AAAAAAAACl8/MZtst9qyp-U/s1600-h/p-blue-best-friend-dress-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S1422krCB5I/AAAAAAAACl8/MZtst9qyp-U/s320/p-blue-best-friend-dress-front.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christa-taylor.com/p/modest-dresses/christa-taylor_blue-best-friend-dress_dresses_09/"&gt;Blue Best Friend Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it is the middle of winter.&amp;nbsp; I wore this dress to church last Sunday with tights, a cardigan sweater and boots.&amp;nbsp; I LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S14224jjEFI/AAAAAAAACmA/3uHk7TUWnvU/s1600-h/p-vintage-dot-dress-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S14224jjEFI/AAAAAAAACmA/3uHk7TUWnvU/s320/p-vintage-dot-dress-front.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christa-taylor.com/p/modest-dresses/downeast_vintage-dot-dress_dresses_09/"&gt;Vintage Dot Dress&lt;/a&gt; This one, I admit isn't exactly in my color scheme...&amp;nbsp; But, I don't care.&amp;nbsp; It's so adorable, I had to get it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christa-Taylor also has a &lt;a href="http://www.empoweredtraditionalist.com/"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt; that she updates usually once or twice a week full of fashion and beauty advice that I highly recommend you check out.&amp;nbsp; Right now she's got an awesome post up about how to shape and maintain your eyebrows.&amp;nbsp; :) Every girl needs to know how to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you check out &lt;a href="http://www.christa-taylor.com/"&gt;Christa-Taylor&lt;/a&gt; and find something you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2298950505213762257?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2298950505213762257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2298950505213762257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2298950505213762257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2298950505213762257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/christa-taylor.html' title='Christa Taylor'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S1422krCB5I/AAAAAAAACl8/MZtst9qyp-U/s72-c/p-blue-best-friend-dress-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4175421356825198532</id><published>2010-01-19T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:06:00.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want to Be When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Every high school student knows those dreaded words “So, what are you doing after high school?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*balk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing a career path can be a daunting, scary and in all honesty, (let’s face it) an IMPOSSIBLE thing to do.&amp;nbsp; At age eighteen my chosen career path was “Wife and Mother.”&amp;nbsp; I was raring and ready to go.&amp;nbsp; One teeny-tiny problem: “Wife and Mother”&amp;nbsp; is one of those joint-partnership occupations, it goes hand-in-hand with “Husband and Father” and the “Husband and Father” division of the corporation was conspicuously absent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe, I decided I should look at some alternate career options.&amp;nbsp; Something just to pass the time, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just be honest and come totally clean here.&amp;nbsp; That was me ten years ago, and it’s basically still me.&amp;nbsp; Passing the time… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t been completely idle.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I don’t think I’ve been idle at all.&amp;nbsp; I’ve &lt;a hre="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/gods-waiting-room.html" href=""&gt;worshipped while I’m waiting&lt;/a&gt; done everything I could think to do while I’m waiting, and I’ve been happy and fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my future is still out there, Gigantic and Unknown and getting closer and closer.&amp;nbsp; I’m still looking at career options.&amp;nbsp; Of course, my first choice is still my first choice, and if it becomes available I’ll jump in with both feet.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile I continue to search and pray and be led. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of well meaning people that have tried to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should be a teacher.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should be a writer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should be a makeup artist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should be a chef.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, incidentally, I want to say that I LOVE getting these suggestions, so I’m not saying that people shouldn’t offer up ideas.&amp;nbsp; Please, if you have an idea let me know!&amp;nbsp; It’s fun to think of the possibilities and I have certainly given my share of career opinions to other people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;!--emo&amp;:)--&gt; &lt;img alt="smile.gif" border="0" src="http://209.85.62.25/html/emoticons/smile.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age eighteen, one person made a career suggestion to me that I am ashamed to say I rolled my eyes at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should be a Virtuous Woman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, really?&amp;nbsp; That’s not a career! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Almost) Ten years later I look back at my younger self and I have to disagree.&amp;nbsp; Virtuous Woman is the ultimate career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the job that, if done properly and wholeheartedly will make any other path you walk successful.&amp;nbsp; The Virtuous Woman radiates success, accomplishment, wisdom, education, self-confidence, beauty, happiness, kindness, love.&amp;nbsp; All the things that we all want and need in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago I had two opinions about the Virtuous Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) That she was abstract and unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) That she was an overused stereotype.&amp;nbsp; And I didn't want to be a stereotype.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to be DIFFERENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me.&amp;nbsp; Of course I'm going to be different.&amp;nbsp; God created only one me.&amp;nbsp; I'm certainly not going to be like anyone else.&amp;nbsp; What I failed to realize was that&amp;nbsp; working to become a Virtuous Woman wouldn't interfere with developing my individuality.&amp;nbsp; Rather, the opposite.&amp;nbsp; Being a Virtuous Woman gives us the tools we need to become the best versions of ourselves.&amp;nbsp; The career path of Virtuous Womanhood is created by God to bring us to our full potentials in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IDD Blog is going to publishing over the next few weeks an insightful, topic by topic look at the Virtuous Woman.&amp;nbsp; We want to encourage every young lady to make Virtuous Womanhood her goal, and we hope to offer practical advice on how to apply these principles to you own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to stress that even though The Virtuous Woman is described as a Wife and Mother that we believe that a single female supporting herself has just as much chance of achieving Virtuous Woman status as a married woman.&amp;nbsp; It's never too early or late to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4175421356825198532?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4175421356825198532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4175421356825198532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4175421356825198532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4175421356825198532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html' title='What I Want to Be When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4526313357073248861</id><published>2010-01-15T06:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:52:00.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ Heller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>Helping Haiti</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up there was a little cup woven out of grasses sitting in our bathroom.&amp;nbsp; It had a little flower on it and the word "Haiti."&amp;nbsp; I remember clearly the day we got that little cup.&amp;nbsp; The person who gave it to us said "Every time you see this, PRAY for Haiti."&amp;nbsp; I was so young at the time, but I remember it so clearly.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I did pray for Haiti every time I saw that little cup, or smelled the potpourri my Mom put in it.&amp;nbsp; But, I did see it often, and I did pray often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days after hearing the horrendous reports and seeing the heart breaking pictures of the destruction in Haiti, that little cup has been forefront in my mind.&amp;nbsp; I see it everywhere now.&amp;nbsp; And I'm always praying for Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine not knowing where your children are.&amp;nbsp; Imagine having no home, no water, no food, surrounded by death... &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/helping.html"&gt;What can we do to help?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many organizations you can donate food and money too.&amp;nbsp; There's a list of them at the above link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of those work for you I suggest finding a local church that might be doing a food and clothing drive.&amp;nbsp; Donate your time to help them sort and pack supplies. Or donate money.&amp;nbsp; $5 can go a long way.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you have some extra canned goods laying around.&amp;nbsp; Extra clothes?&amp;nbsp; Go to Goodwill and fill a bag for people in Haiti who have nothing.&amp;nbsp; Or, just a bottle of Tylenol, or a case of water could make a huge difference in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to do whatever you can for Haiti.&amp;nbsp; Even if it's just a little thing, DO it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As JJ Heller says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be praying for the widow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All alone, sewing clothes for a loaf of bread&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not my fault that she is hungry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; to make sure she's fed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the little things that make a difference&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the little things that show love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the little things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A simple cup of water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That can &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That can save our sons and daughters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all.&amp;nbsp; PRAY for Haiti.&amp;nbsp; Put "Haiti" on your refrigerator, computer, or phone.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere you'll see it all the time.&amp;nbsp; (Maybe a cup in your bathroom?) And pray for the people of Haiti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4526313357073248861?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4526313357073248861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4526313357073248861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4526313357073248861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4526313357073248861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/helping-haiti.html' title='Helping Haiti'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3169771901349331095</id><published>2010-01-14T06:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:48:00.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is No News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realize I've been somewhat absent lately.&amp;nbsp; I have no excuse.&amp;nbsp; Just simply "No news is no news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's some Lemony Snicket for you... to explain what I'm trying to say.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Of all the ridiculous expressions people use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;--and people use a great many ridiculous expressions--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;one of the most ridiculous is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"No news is good news."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"No news is good news" simply means that if you don't hear from someone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;everything is probably fine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and you can see at once why this expression makes such little sense,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;because everything being fine is only one of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;many, many reasons why someone may not contact you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perhaps they are tied up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe they are surrounded by fierce weasels,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;or perhaps they are wedged tightly between two refrigerators and cannot get themselves out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The expression might as well be changed to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"no news is bad news,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;except that people may not be able to contact you because they have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;just been crowned king&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;or are competing in a gymnastics tournament.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The point is that there is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no way to know why someone has not contacted you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;until they contact you and explain themselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For this reason, the sensible expression would be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"no news is no news,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;except that it is so obvious that it is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hardly an expression at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Lemony Snicket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3169771901349331095?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3169771901349331095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3169771901349331095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3169771901349331095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3169771901349331095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-news-is-no-news.html' title='No News is No News'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6266300037053302746</id><published>2010-01-11T06:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:11:01.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LiveJournal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0kcgfmXaDI/AAAAAAAACl4/gO42DSqh28I/s1600-h/livejournal-logo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0kcgfmXaDI/AAAAAAAACl4/gO42DSqh28I/s200/livejournal-logo2.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Are any of my blog readers on LiveJournal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a journal over there and I'd be happy to add any of you as friends.&amp;nbsp; My LJ is exclusively private entries, but if you leave me a comment asking to be my friend I'll add you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me at &lt;a href="http://flowershopgirl.livejournal.com/"&gt;Flowershopgirl's LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Journaling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6266300037053302746?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6266300037053302746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6266300037053302746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6266300037053302746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6266300037053302746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/livejournal.html' title='LiveJournal'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0kcgfmXaDI/AAAAAAAACl4/gO42DSqh28I/s72-c/livejournal-logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6749374411718846396</id><published>2010-01-09T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:43:27.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY WINNERS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *DRUM ROLL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st prize (Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRILL from &lt;a href="http://brightasthesea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bright as The Sea!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd prize (JJ Heller's Pretty and the Plain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH from &lt;a href="http://adorkable-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;ADORKABLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Prize (Scarf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORIAH from &lt;a href="http://joylikeanocean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy Like An Ocean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the winners!&amp;nbsp; Please send me an e-mail at flowershopgirlblog@gmail.com with your address and I will send out your prizes asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone who participated and looking forward to a fantastic 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One of my commenters asked if I was the one that posted the YouTube video of Kristin Chenoweth singing The Girl in 14G.&amp;nbsp; I did.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-in-14g-kristin-chenoweth-with.html"&gt;Here's the link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6749374411718846396?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6749374411718846396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6749374411718846396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6749374411718846396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6749374411718846396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/giveaway-winners.html' title='GIVEAWAY WINNERS!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-9203086917585310778</id><published>2010-01-05T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:19:57.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I am inspired by Nichole Nordeman's song "Live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; that we might &lt;b&gt;just survive&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; come so we could just &lt;b&gt;get by&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;walk among us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we might merely &lt;b&gt;limp along beside&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sy65b3JZkBI/AAAAAAAAClc/x6QyATbaZ-Y/s1600-h/standing_on_mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sy65b3JZkBI/AAAAAAAAClc/x6QyATbaZ-Y/s320/standing_on_mountain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't want to "just survive."&amp;nbsp; And I don't think I was ever meant to just survive.&amp;nbsp; There's so much more to life than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;thrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp; I want to be the best version of myself.&amp;nbsp; I want to take every opportunity given to me, whether it looks like one or not, and I want to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;grow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't think I'm asking the impossible or building ivory towers.&amp;nbsp; I choose to believe that I was created for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things.&amp;nbsp; That I was meant not to just survive, or just get by.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe I was meant to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIVE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to live...&lt;br /&gt;You came to&lt;b&gt; shake us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;wake us up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we'd always&lt;b&gt; settled&lt;/b&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;And you make me&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is because of Christ's &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;great love&lt;/span&gt; for me that I want to live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is through submission to His great love for me that I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;can &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;live.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If, without Him I am nothing... than is it not equally true that &lt;i&gt;WITH Him&lt;/i&gt; is my greatest potential? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...We have had fathers of our flesh which &lt;b&gt;corrected&lt;/b&gt; us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we gave &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; reverence:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shall we not &lt;b&gt;much rather&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;be in subjection unto the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; of spirits,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hebrew 12:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never despise the chastening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Learn to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as Ralph Waldo Emerson said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Without halting, without rest,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lifting better &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;up to best&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-9203086917585310778?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9203086917585310778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=9203086917585310778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/9203086917585310778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/9203086917585310778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/live.html' title='LIVE'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sy65b3JZkBI/AAAAAAAAClc/x6QyATbaZ-Y/s72-c/standing_on_mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5966324774511679335</id><published>2010-01-04T07:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:08:51.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>The Best of 2009 GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;On the first morning of 2010 I snuggled up on my sofa with a cup of coffee and Tuppence (my laptop).&amp;nbsp; I looked over my blog entries from 2009 and revisted the whole year through my own words and pictures.&amp;nbsp; I remembered things I'd forgotten, and laughed again and cried again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to do another giveaway here for you guys, kind of a thank you for sticking around and continuing to read my ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I had this idea.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a "Best of 2009" themed giveaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving away three, THREE!!! prizes.&amp;nbsp; Essentially, my FAVORITES from 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize #1.&amp;nbsp; Hands down the best book I read in 2009. :) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mere-Christianity-C-S-Lewis/dp/0060652926"&gt;C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCiJeT8YI/AAAAAAAACls/MbuFXWVjK0M/s1600-h/mere-christianity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCiJeT8YI/AAAAAAAACls/MbuFXWVjK0M/s320/mere-christianity.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize #2.&amp;nbsp; My favorite CD from 2009.&amp;nbsp; The one that played over and over and over in my car.&amp;nbsp; Most played tracks on my iPod.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.jjheller.com/music.asp"&gt;JJ Heller's Pretty and the Plain.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCsFKwJgI/AAAAAAAAClw/rjTPT5lIfbo/s1600-h/jj-heller-pretty-plain-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCsFKwJgI/AAAAAAAAClw/rjTPT5lIfbo/s1600/jj-heller-pretty-plain-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Prize #3.&amp;nbsp; Favorite Fashion Accessory from 2009.&amp;nbsp; This is a tough one, but I DID wear a lot of scarfs this past year... :)&amp;nbsp; So, I picked out a pretty one at &lt;a both;="" center;="" class="separator" clear:="" home="" href="http://draft.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=22868013" http:="" index.jsp?cid="&amp;gt;Maurices&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;, and it will go to one of you!&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p style=" text-align:="" www.maurices.com=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCsPSRAHI/AAAAAAAACl0/lna4heij254/s1600-h/scarf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCsPSRAHI/AAAAAAAACl0/lna4heij254/s320/scarf.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what YOU do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want YOU to look back over the flowershopgirl blog 2009 entries.&amp;nbsp; I want to know what post YOU think was the BEST of 2009.&amp;nbsp; It can be any post.&amp;nbsp; A book list, Dr, Jak, Crazy ramble, whatever....&amp;nbsp; Leave me a comment telling me which entry you thought was the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;You can enter twice by giving me a shoutout on your own blog or LJ.&amp;nbsp; Just let me know you did it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave this open for entries until midnight Friday, January 8th, 2010, and draw and post the names of the winners on Saturday, January 9th, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw the names out of a hat and the prizes will be awarded in order 1, 2, 3.&amp;nbsp; You are only eligible to win one prize.&amp;nbsp; If you enter twice and I draw your name for the 1st and 2nd prize than I'll re-draw for the 2nd prize.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun guys!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see all the comments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAVE A GREAT 2010!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5966324774511679335?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5966324774511679335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5966324774511679335' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5966324774511679335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5966324774511679335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-of-2009-giveaway.html' title='The Best of 2009 GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/S0FCiJeT8YI/AAAAAAAACls/MbuFXWVjK0M/s72-c/mere-christianity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4374646780115932993</id><published>2010-01-02T06:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:02:00.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>December Books 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Well, I started out 2009 with the goal of &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-2009.html"&gt;Keeping Track of How Many Books I Read&lt;/a&gt; and rating them with a 5 star system.&amp;nbsp; AND writing a little snippet of my thoughts on each one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am thrilled to bring you the final installment of my year in books!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I read 128 books.&amp;nbsp; I loved most of them.&amp;nbsp; What a great year.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;118. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott -&lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; Five stars because I love, LOVE this book.&amp;nbsp; I really do.&amp;nbsp; It's such a comfort read for me.&amp;nbsp; It makes me happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;119.&amp;nbsp; Good Wives by Louisa May Alcott&lt;/b&gt; -(****) Almost as good as Little Women.&amp;nbsp; I say "almost" because a certain character dies...(I'm sure you all know EXACTLY who I'm talking about).&amp;nbsp; And every time I read it my heart breaks all over again.&amp;nbsp; This time around I was sobbing into a paper towel (couldn't find a kleenex) and when my sister walked in and made some remark that brought a fresh burst of tears, she felt guilty and offered me two chocolate kisses as a peace offering.&amp;nbsp; I wailed "What good is chocolate?!?!?&amp;nbsp; Beth still dies every time I read this book!"&amp;nbsp; *sniff*&amp;nbsp; *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;120.&amp;nbsp; The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; It must be my month for comfort reads.&amp;nbsp; This was my very first ever Agatha Christie book several years ago.&amp;nbsp; I read it, and promptly was hooked.&amp;nbsp; It's still in my top ten.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE Tommy and Tuppence.&amp;nbsp; I secretly want to be Tuppence.&amp;nbsp; I named my computer Tuppence.&amp;nbsp; Once I was delighted for a whole day because my mom said I was being very "sleuth-like" and reminding her of "That one Agatha Christie detective that Francesca Anis plays."&amp;nbsp; Um, TUPPENCE!!!&amp;nbsp; YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121.&amp;nbsp; Every Storm by Lori Wick-&lt;/b&gt; (**) Well, I was in the mood for a fluff read and I definitely got it.&amp;nbsp; Ho hum.&amp;nbsp; Back in my teens I read a lot of Lori Wick's Christian Romance novels, but even then I think I knew they weren't so fabulous.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; Her writing style is monotonous, jerky and bland.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how she manages to sell so many books.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I do know.&amp;nbsp; It's because the Christian book market is so...&amp;nbsp; limited?&amp;nbsp; Very disappointing.&amp;nbsp; The story itself isn't bad.&amp;nbsp; If another author had taken it in hand I might even have loved the story.&amp;nbsp; It has a lot of good elements and some potential.&amp;nbsp; Set in the 1940s which I *heart* but it feels very modern and I often forgot that I was reading something supposedly "vintage."&amp;nbsp; Oh well...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;122.&amp;nbsp; Little Men- &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; Very sweet and vignette-ish.&amp;nbsp; Not as engaging as Little Women but still a happy sequel.&amp;nbsp; Daisy and Demi are my faves.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;123.&amp;nbsp; Skating Shoes by Noel Streatfeild- &lt;/b&gt;(***) I wasn't as enchanted by this book as I have been by Noel Streatfeild's other books that I've read.&amp;nbsp; Part of it may be the edition I was reading.&amp;nbsp; Yearling reprinted it in 2009 and I was (to say the least) VERY disappointed in the quality.&amp;nbsp; Not only are the materials cheaper than cheap and the print hard to read there were SO many grammatical errors that my reading experience was somewhat cautious.&amp;nbsp; I didn't count how many times there was a period in the middle of the sentence, or no quotations around someone's words or no capital letter at the beginning of a sentence.&amp;nbsp; But, by the time I'd found 5 mistakes in the first 50 pages of the book I was pretty disgusted.&amp;nbsp; I even entertained thoughts of marking the mistakes in red pen and sending the whole book back to the Yearling company to let them know what I thought of their quality of workmanship.&amp;nbsp; It's more disappointing than I can say that I spent $6.99 on a brand new book with mistakes every 4 or 5 pages, when I could buy a used copy of the same book printed in 1962 for $2 and it would be in 10 times better condition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124.&amp;nbsp; Going Rogue by Sarah Palin -&lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; If I was a Palin fan before reading her book, I'm 10 times more so now.&amp;nbsp; Politics aside, she has a gripping narrative style of writing that made the 410 pages go by pretty fast.&amp;nbsp; Plenty of humor mixed in with the straight talk.&amp;nbsp; I like her views and the way she expresses them.&amp;nbsp; She's a REAL person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;125.&amp;nbsp; Jo's Boys by Louisa May Alcott- &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; Sequel to Little Men.&amp;nbsp; Sweet, like all Alcott's works, but not my favorite.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126.&amp;nbsp; Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie&lt;/b&gt; -(****)&amp;nbsp; I love Peter Pan.&amp;nbsp; I love the imagery of J.M. Barrie's words.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;127.&amp;nbsp; Carry On, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse-&lt;/b&gt; (*****)&amp;nbsp; Very entertaining!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;128.&amp;nbsp; The Winslow Boy by Terrence Rattigan &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&amp;nbsp; Technically this is a play, but it came in book form, so I'm counting it.&amp;nbsp; Such a good story.&amp;nbsp; And absolutely true which is the best part.&amp;nbsp; I love all the different dimensions in this story.&amp;nbsp; On the surface it's a Father and Daughter fighting for their Son/Brother's honor.&amp;nbsp; Fighting for justice.&amp;nbsp; But, after the fight has gone on for over a year and the family has made so many sacrifices, some of them, as the Father says "[sacrifices] I had no right to make," the fight turns into much more.&amp;nbsp; Is it just stubborn resolve and pride?&amp;nbsp; Or, is it a fight for justice?&amp;nbsp; It's even more than just justice.&amp;nbsp; They fight to "Let Right Be Done."&amp;nbsp; I love this play.&amp;nbsp; There's also a movie, which was my first introduction to this story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading it this time reminded me of the first time I ever read this play.&amp;nbsp; My sister Susie and I were bored and decided to read it out loud.&amp;nbsp; We split the parts evenly between us and had a blast!&amp;nbsp; Laughing for the first time over the humor...&amp;nbsp; The best part was when Susie was Reading Sir Robert Morton (lawyer) cross examine Ronnie (Winslow Boy).&amp;nbsp; Both parts.&amp;nbsp; If I remember correctly I laughed during the first page and had pity by taking over one of the parts for the next three pages.&amp;nbsp; Good times.&amp;nbsp; Good story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4374646780115932993?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4374646780115932993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4374646780115932993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4374646780115932993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4374646780115932993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-books-2009.html' title='December Books 2009'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3106806669286612001</id><published>2010-01-01T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:30:00.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SzIlwSFaEwI/AAAAAAAAClg/jxt4KahhMlU/s1600-h/helping-hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SzIlwSFaEwI/AAAAAAAAClg/jxt4KahhMlU/s320/helping-hand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year&lt;br /&gt;'Give me a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that I may tread safely &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;into the unknown.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he replied,&lt;br /&gt;'Go&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; into the darknes&lt;/span&gt;s and put your hand &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;into the hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of God&lt;br /&gt;That shall be to you &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;better than light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;safer than a known way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Minnie Louise Harkins 1875-1957&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3106806669286612001?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3106806669286612001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3106806669286612001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3106806669286612001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3106806669286612001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SzIlwSFaEwI/AAAAAAAAClg/jxt4KahhMlU/s72-c/helping-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-1065862673928031051</id><published>2009-12-29T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:53:02.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Blog Questions</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, with the New Year fast approaching I thought it would be a good time to get some feedback on my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything about my blog that you loved from 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you didn't care for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you'd like to see more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved publishing the monthly book lists, so I plan to continue doing that.&amp;nbsp; (Unless 50 of you comment saying you hated them).&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a GREAT 2010 at the Flowershopgirl blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-1065862673928031051?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1065862673928031051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=1065862673928031051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1065862673928031051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1065862673928031051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-blog-questions.html' title='2009 Blog Questions'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-923594601498454709</id><published>2009-12-24T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:25:57.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry and Bright (And Polka Dots)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SzPcQTQof0I/AAAAAAAAClo/UqfrVHK6aIc/s1600-h/presents%20%2709%20resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SzPcQTQof0I/AAAAAAAAClo/UqfrVHK6aIc/s320/presents%20%2709%20resized.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm noticing a distinct "polka dot" theme in my gift wrapping this year... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-923594601498454709?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/923594601498454709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=923594601498454709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/923594601498454709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/923594601498454709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-and-bright-and-polka-dots.html' title='Merry and Bright (And Polka Dots)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SzPcQTQof0I/AAAAAAAAClo/UqfrVHK6aIc/s72-c/presents%20%2709%20resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5041351378718132815</id><published>2009-12-23T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:45:00.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>There are definitely moments when I feel that being a florist is about the worst job in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little 5 year old girl died on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I don't think they even know how or why yet.&amp;nbsp; She woke up in the morning, wasn't feeling well, collapsed and died in her mother's arms.&amp;nbsp; Today I delivered flowers to her funeral and I got a peek at her laying all serene in her little casket.&amp;nbsp; A peek was all I could take.&amp;nbsp; She looked so peaceful and had such a sweet little face.&amp;nbsp; All dressed up in a little black velvet dress, hair brushed so smooth and shiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately devoted myself to unwrapping the 20 or so plants/flower arrangements I had delivered.&amp;nbsp; Anything to distract myself from the growing lump in my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of it brings back all the worst memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 11 year old boy who committed suicide after his mother told him he had to get his grades up or he wouldn't be able to do rodeo in the summer.&amp;nbsp; I think every customer that came into the shop or called on the phone to order flowers for his funeral broke down into tears.&amp;nbsp; We kept kleenex handy all over the shop and I bawled over a picture of him and his best friend playing in the mud when they were 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a casket spray for a baby's coffin.&amp;nbsp; I remember the funeral director calling me and telling me "It has to be really small"&amp;nbsp; He gave me the dimensions of the casket.&amp;nbsp; Tiny.&amp;nbsp; Tears fell on those flowers.&amp;nbsp; When his mother came into the shop the next week to pay for the flowers I hugged her...&amp;nbsp; I didn't know what else to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good memories attached to my job.&amp;nbsp; But, times like this bring all the bad ones to the surface.&amp;nbsp; I know it's not my job that's the problem.&amp;nbsp; These things would happen regardless of whether or not I'm a florist.&amp;nbsp; And if I don't arrange a dozen pink roses for that little girl's funeral someone else will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the problem is that I don't want to know about the sad things.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to deal with tragedy.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to think about young lives cut short, about potential forever untapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, should I really hide from reality?&amp;nbsp; Isn't it better to face up to the hard things and do what I can to help?&amp;nbsp; If all I do is make this little girl's funeral a beautiful garden, if all I do is help people express their grief and sympathy than it's all I can do.&amp;nbsp; But, at least it's SOMETHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing grief is challenging.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I've learned how to do it yet.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I never really will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5041351378718132815?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5041351378718132815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5041351378718132815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5041351378718132815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5041351378718132815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-5339096550180988158</id><published>2009-12-22T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:00:02.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Investing in Lives</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Last night we watched "It's a Wonderful Life."&amp;nbsp; I'm assuming most of you have seen this movie, so there will be spoilers in this post... just warning you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from the movie and fell asleep comfy-cozy in my bed&amp;nbsp; while the temperatures outside dived below zero.&amp;nbsp; And I thought about it before I fell asleep and when I woke up this morning I was still thinking about George Bailey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man gave everything away.&amp;nbsp; Not just his money, not just his time, but his dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SylKPDZ6RoI/AAAAAAAAClU/1MMzNMI2Vsc/s1600-h/bank-run-wonderful-life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SylKPDZ6RoI/AAAAAAAAClU/1MMzNMI2Vsc/s320/bank-run-wonderful-life.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the part when he's getting ready to leave on his honeymoon and he gets delayed because of the bank run.&amp;nbsp; As soon as his wife shows up with his life savings he &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;runs &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to begin distributing it to people in need.&amp;nbsp; And not because they really NEED the money.&amp;nbsp; After all, as he's already informed them, they could walk into Potters office and get half their money in 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; He does it to save his father's business (which he hates) and to save these people from making a bad investment with Potter. My sisters and I looked at each and asked "Do you think he ever got that money back?"&amp;nbsp; I don't think he did.&amp;nbsp; Maybe eventually... over time.&amp;nbsp; But, did he ever have that $2000 lump sum again?&amp;nbsp; I highly doubt it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times he gives up what he wants or plans in order to do something that appears to be the best thing at the time... for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck for the first time with George Bailey's attitude.&amp;nbsp; He so obviously does NOT want to make a lot of the sacrifices that he makes.&amp;nbsp; But, he makes them in spite of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings me to &lt;a href="http://www.therebelution.com/dohardthings/"&gt;Do Hard Things.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; We've been reading this book in our Bible Study lately and I'm finding something inspiring in every chapter.&amp;nbsp; But, mostly I'm convicted by the entire of concept of those three words.&amp;nbsp; Do. Hard. Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Don't do the easy thing, when you have an option to do something harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bailey's hard things just kept piling up, making the hard things he did harder and harder.&amp;nbsp; But, every hard thing he did was an investment in another person's life.&amp;nbsp; Every hard thing HE did made someone else's life a little better and a little easier.&amp;nbsp; He was making investments in people's lives.&amp;nbsp; The kind of investments that aren't easily forgotten because they start as tiny seeds and grow and grow.&amp;nbsp; Little by little he bought the kind of friends that are just waiting and watching for an opportunity to give back.&amp;nbsp; So, ultimately, though everything he did was for others, HE was the mnost blessed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Clarence says: "No man is a failure who has friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SylKXtIyxxI/AAAAAAAAClY/LetnMrsa7mg/s1600-h/wonderful-life1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SylKXtIyxxI/AAAAAAAAClY/LetnMrsa7mg/s320/wonderful-life1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What kind of investments are YOU making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-5339096550180988158?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5339096550180988158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=5339096550180988158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5339096550180988158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/5339096550180988158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/investing-in-lives.html' title='Investing in Lives'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SylKPDZ6RoI/AAAAAAAAClU/1MMzNMI2Vsc/s72-c/bank-run-wonderful-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6497982421160771895</id><published>2009-12-16T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:16:20.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Hi.</title><content type='html'>This is an official announcement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever been to my house you know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HOLE IN MY CEILING IS FIXED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that haven't ever been to my house, here's the deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the bottom floor of a house.&amp;nbsp; The upper floor is another apartment, and the shower in the other apartment started leaking...&amp;nbsp; a while ago.&amp;nbsp; The leak got worse and worse and worse and worse...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We removed the ceiling tile where the leak was because the excessive water was just going to break the tile.&amp;nbsp; And now, for the last few months, we've had two bowls underneath the leak to catch the water that literally RAINS out of our ceiling every morning when the shower upstairs turns on.&amp;nbsp; We emptied those bowls once a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We PRAYED for the day that this leak would be fixed.&amp;nbsp; We had scores of plumbers in.&amp;nbsp; None of them could figure out the problem. Finally, some super intelligent plumber figured it out.&amp;nbsp; And then he had to order a part.&amp;nbsp; And then we waited for the part to come in.&amp;nbsp; And waited.&amp;nbsp; And waited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am happy to announce that as I was walking up the street to my house the plumber flagged me down to tell me that "We're all done, the ceiling tile is back in place and there shouldn't be any more floods."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6497982421160771895?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6497982421160771895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6497982421160771895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6497982421160771895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6497982421160771895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hi.html' title='Oh, Hi.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7771580542041046224</id><published>2009-12-11T05:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:18:33.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For those who are unaware: At all military base theaters, the National Anthem is played before the movie begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written by a Chaplain in Iraq :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently attended a showing of 'Superman 3' here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorium we use for movies, as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom at all military bases, we stood to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going well until three-quarters of the way through The National Anthem, the music stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments, and everyone would sit down and yell for the movie to begin. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Iraq , 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward. The music started again and the Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention. But again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect 1,000 Soldiers standing at attention to do?? Frankly, I expected some laughter, and everyone would eventually sit down and wait for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But No!!... You could have heard a pin drop, while every Soldier continued to stand at attention. Suddenly, there was a lone voice from the front of the auditorium, then a dozen voices, and soon the room was filled with the voices of a thousand soldiers, finishing where the recording left off: "And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most inspiring moment I have had in Iraq and I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you. Remember them as they fight for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along as a reminder to others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here at home and abroad. Many have already paid the ultimate price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Chaplain Jim Higgins&lt;br /&gt;LSA Anaconda is at the Ballad Airport in Iraq , north of Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7771580542041046224?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7771580542041046224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7771580542041046224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7771580542041046224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7771580542041046224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-1565677191116104443</id><published>2009-12-09T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:00:02.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Twilight</title><content type='html'>The Twilight craze is sweeping the nation.&amp;nbsp; Not being the type of person that runs out to read a book or see a movie the second it becomes popular I didn't mind admitting that I had no personal experience with Twilight.&amp;nbsp; To be perfectly frank all I had to hear was the word "Vampire" and I knew Twilight had no interest for me.&amp;nbsp; I held this stance for a couple of years.&amp;nbsp; People asked me "Have you seen Twilight?" Me: "Um, no, I'm not into vampire movies." Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, with the release of the second movie, New Moon, Twilight has once again become very common conversation.&amp;nbsp; Only this time around, instead of just getting the "Have you seen it?" questions I was starting to get "What do you think?" questions.&amp;nbsp; From young girls, from parents of young girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sx7W7uYGisI/AAAAAAAAClQ/1OT3cg_CCIs/s1600-h/twilight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sx7W7uYGisI/AAAAAAAAClQ/1OT3cg_CCIs/s320/twilight.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like to give an opinion on something I haven't seen or read.&amp;nbsp; In some cases I'm completely comfortable with saying "I haven't read it/seen it myself, but I know I won't because of 'such and such' theme."&amp;nbsp; In this instance I was beginning to feel like I needed a little something more to go on.&amp;nbsp; I was bothered a little bit by the amount of people (especially young girls) following this craze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&amp;nbsp; I watched the movie the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, (aren't you lucky) I'm going to tell you exactly what I thought.&amp;nbsp; Please don't be offended if my opinion differs from yours.&amp;nbsp; This is my blog and I reserve the right to publish my opinions here.&amp;nbsp; If your opinion isn't the same as mine it doesn't mean I don't like you or think you're stupid.&amp;nbsp; It just means that I &lt;i&gt;believe in my opinion enough to share it with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella has zero social skills.&amp;nbsp; Within  a day or so of moving to Forks and starting at her new high school she acquires a group of friends.&amp;nbsp; I honestly don't know how this is possible.&amp;nbsp; She almost never talks to any of them, they all talk and she's always off in another world, paying no attention to their conversation.&amp;nbsp; In fact, she avoids conversation in the most obvious ways.&amp;nbsp; If someone approaches her she often responds with a monosyllabic answer and beats a retreat ASAP.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if she's supposed to be shy?&amp;nbsp; She comes across as stuck-up and arrogant.&amp;nbsp; I bet I could count on one hand the number of times she actually smiles in the movie.&amp;nbsp; Yeah... I can see why Edward is attracted to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bella goes shopping for prom dresses with two of her "friends" she spends most of the day staring out the window of the dress shop and giving half-hearted "that looks good" comments to her friends.&amp;nbsp; Even her friends laugh because she gives them the same opinion on every dress they try on.&amp;nbsp; She's so obviously not paying attention or even caring much what her friends wear to prom.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I wouldn't take her dress shopping with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Bella is forced to be mean to her dad so that he will let her go, which is imperative since her life is at stake and so is his if she's near him.&amp;nbsp; After breaking his heart Bella feels badly and looks melancholy for a minute.&amp;nbsp; I kept waiting for her to break down and bawl but it never happened.&amp;nbsp; But, honestly, they didn't have that great of a relationship before.&amp;nbsp; She treated him with the same cool aloofness she gave her friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward.&amp;nbsp; Um, creepy stalker?&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; He practically haunts Bella.&amp;nbsp; He stares at her, is always telling her to "stay away" from him, but won't leave her alone himself.&amp;nbsp; He follows her everywhere (but, it's ok, because he says it's because he "feels protective")&amp;nbsp; He even climbs in her bedroom window and watches her while she sleeps.&amp;nbsp; (But, that's ok too, because he says it "fascinates him".)&amp;nbsp; He admits that when he's with her it's all he can do to keep himself from killing her.&amp;nbsp; Romantic, huh?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, someday I hope to fall in love with someone who wants to kill me, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three-quarters of the way through the movie I was wondering "What is the draw here?"&amp;nbsp; Why are so many people enamored by this?&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things I've heard are the supposed "good points" of Twilight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robert Pattinson, (Edward) is kind of cute, I guess.&amp;nbsp; If you like the anemic, violent, angry looking type.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edward and his family are mild as vampires go.&amp;nbsp; They don't survive on human blood, instead they restrict themselves to only drinking the blood of animals.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; That makes me feel so much better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's evidently some kind of pro-chastity message in the movies/books.&amp;nbsp; I don't really see it.&amp;nbsp; Edward and Bella share some passionate kisses and it's evident they would go farther except Edward is afraid he won't be able to control his passion and may kill her.&amp;nbsp; Now, there's a real reason to save yourself.&amp;nbsp; Especially if you're dating a vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edward saves Bella's life several times.&amp;nbsp; I think the whole movie is made up of him saving her life.&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm certainly as much excited by the romance of that as the next girl.&amp;nbsp; Prince Charming rushing in battling evil to save a girl's life is exciting.&amp;nbsp; But, is it at all realistic that Bella encounters near-death experiences 6 or 7 times in the space of 90 minutes?&amp;nbsp; Edward has amazing strength and speed and that's pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; But, then again, Superman has amazing strength and speed too, and he uses it to save Lois Lane's life plenty of times but as far as I know he never fantasized about drinking her blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aside from the times when Edward is staring at Bella with his intense, crazed stalker eyes, he is a perfect gentleman.&amp;nbsp; He always opens the car door for her.&amp;nbsp; Aww...&amp;nbsp; How sweet.&amp;nbsp; I wonder.&amp;nbsp; Are girls today so starved for a little proper affection and respect that a nice gentlemanly act like opening a car door would make them willing to date someone that wants to kill and eat them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edward&amp;nbsp; refuses to turn Bella into a vampire even though she insists that she wants him to and is "Ready."&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I think it's just the author's way of making room for 3 more books.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The one positive aspect of the film that I found was Edward's "parents" especially his dad.&amp;nbsp; (The "mom" is somewhat underdeveloped.)&amp;nbsp; Vampire though he is, he manages to live as a respected member of a human community without being weird about it.&amp;nbsp; You won't find him giving the intense, stalker vibes that Edward is constantly putting across.&amp;nbsp; When Bella's life is threatened Edward's dad pulls the family together and they risk everything to protect her.&amp;nbsp; As he says "Bella is with Edward, and we protect our family."&amp;nbsp; It may mean losing everything they've worked to build but there's a strong sense of family unity and fighting for justice that is always a positive message.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that Edward is a vampire.&amp;nbsp; I'm aware that vampires live on blood and that if Edward didn't have blood to drink he would die.&amp;nbsp; So, therefore this kind of message is acceptable?&amp;nbsp; WRONG.&amp;nbsp; The scary thing about this message is that it's all too real.&amp;nbsp; Take out the vampire element and Edward is an intense, possesive, murderous stalker.&amp;nbsp; And there ARE people out there like that who do not have the "I'm a vampire" excuse.&amp;nbsp; Do we really want our young girls to get the impression that it's ok to date someone like this?&amp;nbsp; Bella is not afraid of Edward.&amp;nbsp; This makes Edward love her.&amp;nbsp; But, really, shouldn't she be afraid? Shouldn't she avoid him?&amp;nbsp; Shouldn't she run away like he's the plague even though he does open the car door for her and habitually saves her life?&amp;nbsp; Girls, there are better guys out there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Bella explaining her new boyfriend to her dad "He's really sweet, he watches me while I sleep, he follows me everywhere, he knows he's dangerous and isn't really sure he can control himself enough to be around me without murdering me, but it's ok, because he's a vampire and I'm not afraid of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, Bella cannot explain this to her dad (or anyone else for that matter).&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't understand.&amp;nbsp; So, she has to keep it a secret.&amp;nbsp; Which brings me to my biggest beef with Twilight.&amp;nbsp; Do we REALLY want to encourage this kind of mentality in our young girls?&amp;nbsp; The "my parents won't understand, so we have to hide it from them," mentality.&amp;nbsp; For the sake of argument let's again pretend that Edward doesn't have the vampire excuse.&amp;nbsp; He's just the intense, possessive, murderous stalker.&amp;nbsp; And somehow, someway, he's able to use all these bad qualities to pick up a quiet, introverted, secretive girl.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that a recipe for disaster?&amp;nbsp; Aren't those the guys we tell girls to stay away from?&amp;nbsp; Aren't these situations EXACTLY the reason that we promote and encourage communication between kids and parents?&amp;nbsp; If so, then WHY is a story with the exact opposite message so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales of forbidden love have held a special place in our hearts since Shakespeare and Romeo and Juliet.&amp;nbsp; And my heart melts as much as any other girls' over these stories.&amp;nbsp; Um, Lorna Doone?&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; But, the question I have to ask is: "Aren't some loves forbidden for good reason?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-1565677191116104443?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1565677191116104443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=1565677191116104443' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1565677191116104443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1565677191116104443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts-on-twilight.html' title='My Thoughts on Twilight'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sx7W7uYGisI/AAAAAAAAClQ/1OT3cg_CCIs/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-116746528291669531</id><published>2009-12-08T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:20:37.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tomorrow Promise</title><content type='html'>It is truly one of God's many mercies that He always promises us a fresh tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[His mercies] are &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; morning:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;great is Thy &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lamentations 3:23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwnnW-291aI/AAAAAAAACj8/YBI1lKldYK4/s1600/anne.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwnnW-291aI/AAAAAAAACj8/YBI1lKldYK4/s320/anne.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I told a friend the other day "Sometimes when I've had a bad day or I'm lonely... I don't delay going to bed.&amp;nbsp; The sooner I can start tomorrow morning the better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as Anne Shirley says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is always new... with no mistakes in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you God for Tomorrows.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-116746528291669531?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116746528291669531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=116746528291669531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/116746528291669531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/116746528291669531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-promise.html' title='The Tomorrow Promise'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwnnW-291aI/AAAAAAAACj8/YBI1lKldYK4/s72-c/anne.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4689502180645382173</id><published>2009-12-07T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:22:17.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December for sure</title><content type='html'>It's December for sure now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our beautiful dream-like weather is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Snow on the ground this morning when I woke up.&amp;nbsp; Enough to make me bundle up immediately and head out to clear the sidewalks.&amp;nbsp; It was really only a 1/4 inch or so, not really what you could classify as "Shoveling" snow.&amp;nbsp; But, the sidewalks have to be cleared so I still got to experience that "bending-over-my-lower-back-is-killing-me-nose-biting" experience that's all too familiar to us Wisconsin-ites in the winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother has a Christmas concert tonight.&amp;nbsp; There are pine boughs draped over the railings on my front porch steps.&amp;nbsp; The world is white.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to wear my tall boots to work this morning.&amp;nbsp; I know I'm a wimp but I just can't stand it when my feet get wet and cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit.&amp;nbsp; This snow is beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4689502180645382173?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4689502180645382173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4689502180645382173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4689502180645382173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4689502180645382173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-for-sure.html' title='December for sure'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7783457039459153493</id><published>2009-12-04T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:14:18.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog List Malfunctions</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that when I re-entered the blogs in my blog list (in the sidebar) some of them either didn't transfer over or there's some kind of difficulties between google reader and blogger... or somethin'.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, if you would like your blog to be listed in my sidebar, or if your blog was listed in my sidebar before, please take a minute to look and see if it's there now.&amp;nbsp; If it isn't, leave me a comment and I'll add you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7783457039459153493?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7783457039459153493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7783457039459153493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7783457039459153493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7783457039459153493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-list-malfunctions.html' title='Blog List Malfunctions'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4999403141907004747</id><published>2009-12-02T06:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:25:34.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>November Book List</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;107.&amp;nbsp; Enemy Brothers by Constance Savery &lt;/b&gt;- (*****)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I love discovering new friends.&amp;nbsp; This book is absolutely delightful.&amp;nbsp; I read it and I know that I will never forget these characters.&amp;nbsp; I know I will think of them as friends and that their story will always have a place on my bookshelves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;108.&amp;nbsp; The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis- &lt;/b&gt;(*****) &lt;i&gt;Reviewed&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review-great-divorce-by-cs-lewis.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;109.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Body in the Library by Agatha Christie- &lt;/b&gt;(*****)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Moving Finger by Agatha Christie&lt;/b&gt; -(*****) &lt;i&gt;I've read this one twice now.&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite Miss Marple's. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;111.&amp;nbsp; A Pocket Full of Rye by Agatha Christie&lt;/b&gt; -(***) &lt;i&gt;I actually solved this one before Miss Marple did.&amp;nbsp; That's always disappointing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;112.&amp;nbsp; Nemesis by Agatha Christie - &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;****) &lt;/i&gt;I bet you're tired of me reviewing Christie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;113.&amp;nbsp; Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott&lt;/b&gt;- (*****) &lt;i&gt;I love, love, LOVE this book.&amp;nbsp; If you had walked into my living room while I was reading it chances are pretty high that you would have found me grinning from ear to ear like a sappy lunatic.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't read Eight Cousins in a while and so it was fun to keep turning pages and finding another "favorite part."&amp;nbsp; Conclusion being: This whole book is full of my favorite parts.&amp;nbsp; I love the eight cousins.&amp;nbsp; I want to be Rose.&amp;nbsp; And I had a crush on Archie when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I still do.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;114.&amp;nbsp; Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott&lt;/b&gt; - (*****)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Sometimes I think I will never forgive Alcott for killing off a certain *ahem* character.&amp;nbsp; The sobs and kleenex usage are great. It's a beautiful story and I love it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;115.&amp;nbsp; A Murder is Announced by Agatha Christie-&lt;/b&gt; (****) &lt;i&gt;Another good Christie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;116.&amp;nbsp; Mrs. McGinty is Dead by Agatha Christie-&lt;/b&gt;(****) &lt;i&gt;Another one of those "quiet village murders" that Christie is so famous for.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;117.&amp;nbsp; The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie- &lt;/b&gt;(****) &lt;i&gt;International Intrigue with Christie.... :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4999403141907004747?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4999403141907004747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4999403141907004747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4999403141907004747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4999403141907004747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/november-book-list.html' title='November Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3496990904271836686</id><published>2009-12-01T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:18:33.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog LOOK!</title><content type='html'>High Fives to Stephanie who showed me how to use Photoshop to create the header and ended up doing most of the work...&amp;nbsp; and Katie who helped me figure out the HTML.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3496990904271836686?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3496990904271836686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3496990904271836686' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3496990904271836686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3496990904271836686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-blog-look.html' title='New Blog LOOK!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-945621203410526612</id><published>2009-12-01T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:00:08.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>George Mueller's Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"If God &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fails me&lt;/span&gt; at this time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it will be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-George Mueller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This from the man who&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swtf4M_P_bI/AAAAAAAACkA/XmvYzaxbsQc/s1600/george_muller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swtf4M_P_bI/AAAAAAAACkA/XmvYzaxbsQc/s200/george_muller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Began his ministry caring for orphans with 2 shillings in his pocket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Built 5 large orphanages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cared for over 10,000 orphans in his lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In 1834 there were accomadations for only 3,600 orphans in England and twice that many orphans under the age of eight were in prison.&amp;nbsp; 50 years later, through George Mueller's hard work and dedication England was able to care for over 100,000 orphans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Became a travelling missionary (a lifelong dream of his) at the age of 70 and continued for the next 17 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Travelled to 42 countries preaching on average once a day often to crowds of 5,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read his Bible cover to cover more than 200 times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Took in donations for several million dollars for the orphans without once asking anyone for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gave up his small salary when he discovered it was paid for by the rental of church pews and didn't&amp;nbsp; take a salary for the next 68 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never took out a loan or went into debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The orphans never went hungry although several times they prayed over empty plates, only to have food arrive at the last moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Founded 117 schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; "The &lt;b&gt;beginning of anxiety&lt;/b&gt; is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of faith,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and the beginning of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;true faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; is the &lt;i&gt;end of anxiety&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-George Mueller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Now &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;substance of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hoped for,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the &lt;b&gt;evidenc&lt;/b&gt;e of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things not seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-945621203410526612?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/945621203410526612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=945621203410526612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/945621203410526612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/945621203410526612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/george-muellers-faith.html' title='George Mueller&apos;s Faith'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swtf4M_P_bI/AAAAAAAACkA/XmvYzaxbsQc/s72-c/george_muller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2872438139812760521</id><published>2009-11-30T13:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:43:58.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon to a Flowershopgirl Blog Near You!</title><content type='html'>In the works is a new template and header for winter for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about it guys, I think it's gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to show it to you.&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, I must wait, because...&lt;br /&gt;It's not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;*psstt* check out my profile picture for a preview! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November Book List will be up tomorrow hopefully, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAIR WARNING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a LOT of Agatha Christie.&amp;nbsp; Some Louisa May Alcott thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is beautiful here...&amp;nbsp; Really... I hope it stays like this all winter.&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&amp;nbsp; I can dream can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having strong urges to watch Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wonderful Life, anyone?&amp;nbsp; I'll bring the candy canes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" border="0" class="centered" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/auntjaquie/SignatureRESIZED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2872438139812760521?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2872438139812760521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2872438139812760521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2872438139812760521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2872438139812760521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/coming-soon-to-flowershopgirl-blog-near.html' title='Coming Soon to a Flowershopgirl Blog Near You!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3819304440118625885</id><published>2009-11-26T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:09:03.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sw6Zs11nQGI/AAAAAAAACkE/f9OuAXjXYyg/s1600/happy-thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sw6Zs11nQGI/AAAAAAAACkE/f9OuAXjXYyg/s400/happy-thanksgiving.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May your coming year be full of plenty to be thankful for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May your paths be paved in His love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thankful for you dear blog readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3819304440118625885?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3819304440118625885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3819304440118625885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3819304440118625885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3819304440118625885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Sw6Zs11nQGI/AAAAAAAACkE/f9OuAXjXYyg/s72-c/happy-thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-690703912915765366</id><published>2009-11-24T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:12:00.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a fun, super easy craft we did here last week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First trace a wreath shape onto a piece of cardoboard or heavy cardstock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just used a dinner plate and desert plate to make the proper sized circles.&amp;nbsp; One inside the other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUONveo-I/AAAAAAAACho/QjiE4Cfd5ec/s1600/craft%201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUONveo-I/AAAAAAAACho/QjiE4Cfd5ec/s320/craft%201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut the circle out with scissors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUOnbbLrI/AAAAAAAACh0/1vj-OS_qTjU/s1600/craft%205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUOnbbLrI/AAAAAAAACh0/1vj-OS_qTjU/s320/craft%205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next trace handprints onto colored paper.&amp;nbsp; It helps to have a variety of different sized hands to trace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU2xNjIAI/AAAAAAAACiI/wLZ72R1A_Z0/s1600/craft%209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU2xNjIAI/AAAAAAAACiI/wLZ72R1A_Z0/s320/craft%209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU2pWnzRI/AAAAAAAACiA/6YkQZyy_ij0/s1600/craft%207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU2pWnzRI/AAAAAAAACiA/6YkQZyy_ij0/s320/craft%207.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next: DECORATE!&amp;nbsp; We used glitter-y glue to outline the handprints, but you could use anything you like.&amp;nbsp; Be creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUOZfuZdI/AAAAAAAAChs/GeN8FJazQ4w/s1600/craft%202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUOZfuZdI/AAAAAAAAChs/GeN8FJazQ4w/s320/craft%202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU20Z4gYI/AAAAAAAACiQ/vpEMz8za7Y8/s1600/craft%2013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU20Z4gYI/AAAAAAAACiQ/vpEMz8za7Y8/s320/craft%2013.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the glue dries, cut out the hand shapes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, the fun part.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Make a list of things you (or your helpers :) ) are thankful for and label the handprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU2xjx6pI/AAAAAAAACiM/IHWjTT2-qtM/s1600/craft%2014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiU2xjx6pI/AAAAAAAACiM/IHWjTT2-qtM/s320/craft%2014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glue the handprints around the cardboard ring to create a colorful wreath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiVj9F0AbI/AAAAAAAACic/D1pWfVdrYWE/s1600/craft%2015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiVj9F0AbI/AAAAAAAACic/D1pWfVdrYWE/s320/craft%2015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decorate to your tastes.&amp;nbsp; We used ribbon and leaves from our garden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&amp;nbsp; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUOlXi9rI/AAAAAAAACh4/wVNCF9CoL0c/s1600/craft%206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiVj373UmI/AAAAAAAACig/DDg2gBPXdrM/s1600/craft%2016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiVj373UmI/AAAAAAAACig/DDg2gBPXdrM/s320/craft%2016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-690703912915765366?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/690703912915765366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=690703912915765366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/690703912915765366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/690703912915765366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-craft.html' title='Thanksgiving Craft'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwiUONveo-I/AAAAAAAACho/QjiE4Cfd5ec/s72-c/craft%201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3831741090773184174</id><published>2009-11-23T07:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:24:00.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Google Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRkE5YpI/AAAAAAAACjA/_plo5gnq7ig/s1600/hello_nametag-rebecca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRkE5YpI/AAAAAAAACjA/_plo5gnq7ig/s320/hello_nametag-rebecca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGzKuGVI/AAAAAAAACi0/XvhCzml_SXg/s1600/february_calendar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGzKuGVI/AAAAAAAACi0/XvhCzml_SXg/s320/february_calendar2.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. What kind of car do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRw_H2gI/AAAAAAAACjM/VTaVHX-eqm8/s1600/JEEP-LIBERTY-2009-5OD-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRw_H2gI/AAAAAAAACjM/VTaVHX-eqm8/s320/JEEP-LIBERTY-2009-5OD-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRlK1ejI/AAAAAAAACjE/nAlYkKwsDcI/s1600/homeschool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRlK1ejI/AAAAAAAACjE/nAlYkKwsDcI/s320/homeschool.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifyBxlJwI/AAAAAAAACjw/7GRub1d5LKA/s1600/summer-landscape-steve-karol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifyBxlJwI/AAAAAAAACjw/7GRub1d5LKA/s320/summer-landscape-steve-karol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; What's your favorite type of shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifksOwZoI/AAAAAAAACjc/0Qh-sGnnWsM/s1600/old-navy-1-flip-flop-sale-this-sat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifksOwZoI/AAAAAAAACjc/0Qh-sGnnWsM/s320/old-navy-1-flip-flop-sale-this-sat.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What''s your status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifxqtBA4I/AAAAAAAACjk/-bzaOX0-nb0/s1600/reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifxqtBA4I/AAAAAAAACjk/-bzaOX0-nb0/s320/reading.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; What's your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifyTdBiSI/AAAAAAAACj0/Fp_M1VzbQ8Y/s1600/the%20pursuit%20of%20happyness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifyTdBiSI/AAAAAAAACj0/Fp_M1VzbQ8Y/s320/the%20pursuit%20of%20happyness.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9. What's your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifksS49ZI/AAAAAAAACjY/2FBk2x9fluE/s1600/music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifksS49ZI/AAAAAAAACjY/2FBk2x9fluE/s320/music.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Favorite Disney Character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGmwiXFI/AAAAAAAACis/BLNjmhOx31A/s1600/Cinderella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGmwiXFI/AAAAAAAACis/BLNjmhOx31A/s320/Cinderella.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Favorite Clothing Line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swifkccyq_I/AAAAAAAACjU/gY9S7J1mV5w/s1600/maurices_copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swifkccyq_I/AAAAAAAACjU/gY9S7J1mV5w/s320/maurices_copy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Favorite Vacation Destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swif1eFbdLI/AAAAAAAACj4/5PtB_e-mS8I/s1600/washingtondc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swif1eFbdLI/AAAAAAAACj4/5PtB_e-mS8I/s320/washingtondc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; Favorite Desert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swifx9fLu6I/AAAAAAAACjo/0rDvHyp83Ls/s1600/ScharffenbergerChocolate500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Swifx9fLu6I/AAAAAAAACjo/0rDvHyp83Ls/s320/ScharffenbergerChocolate500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; Favorite Letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRdfHR9I/AAAAAAAACi8/w-2U43BdTQM/s1600/Greek%20Puff%20Letter%20K.En-gk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRdfHR9I/AAAAAAAACi8/w-2U43BdTQM/s1600/Greek%20Puff%20Letter%20K.En-gk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifyHpsWJI/AAAAAAAACjs/uEjV-SvWG9w/s1600/snakes2_zoom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifyHpsWJI/AAAAAAAACjs/uEjV-SvWG9w/s320/snakes2_zoom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifksuLesI/AAAAAAAACjg/gTRejup-uvw/s1600/psych022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifksuLesI/AAAAAAAACjg/gTRejup-uvw/s320/psych022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; What annoys you most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifG09td_I/AAAAAAAACiw/0QM7cCKHZJA/s1600/clock.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifG09td_I/AAAAAAAACiw/0QM7cCKHZJA/s1600/clock.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; What is your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGxJqseI/AAAAAAAACi4/Aaa865t0RXk/s1600/florist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGxJqseI/AAAAAAAACi4/Aaa865t0RXk/s320/florist.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; What's your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRw9Y1aI/AAAAAAAACjI/bB_maIQEfUM/s1600/horse-La-Comb-Shemal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRw9Y1aI/AAAAAAAACjI/bB_maIQEfUM/s320/horse-La-Comb-Shemal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGen1gTI/AAAAAAAACio/bTNGNyfxUrc/s1600/27dresses_l200710251814_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifGen1gTI/AAAAAAAACio/bTNGNyfxUrc/s320/27dresses_l200710251814_0.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3831741090773184174?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3831741090773184174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3831741090773184174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3831741090773184174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3831741090773184174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-in-google-images.html' title='My Life in Google Images'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwifRkE5YpI/AAAAAAAACjA/_plo5gnq7ig/s72-c/hello_nametag-rebecca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-8309866893934707485</id><published>2009-11-18T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:32:00.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November Highlights</title><content type='html'>Halfway through this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, things that are good are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oreos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas decorating at the shop. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Clean Cotton scented candles.....&amp;nbsp; reminds me of fresh laundry...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New roof on my house and NEW siding being put on.&amp;nbsp; :) We picked out a pretty silver gray color with bright white trim.. can't wait for it to be done!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louisa May Alcott.&amp;nbsp; Today I bawled like a baby over Rose in Bloom.&amp;nbsp; "Alas poor Charlie!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new iPod.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gorgeous, GORGEOUS Indian Summer weather.&amp;nbsp; 60 degrees in November.&amp;nbsp; What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-8309866893934707485?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8309866893934707485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=8309866893934707485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8309866893934707485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8309866893934707485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-highlights.html' title='November Highlights'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3533661702942231972</id><published>2009-11-17T06:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:48:00.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving the Rubik's Cube, My Journey</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you exactly when it was that my fascination with Mr. Rubik's Magic Cube began.&amp;nbsp; I remember we had one once when I was little.&amp;nbsp; I regarded it as one of those things that everyone has but no one knows what to do with.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in the 80s when the Rubik's Cube was first born and was at the height of its fame.&amp;nbsp; The Cube, in my eyes was an unsolved mystery and would remain that way.&amp;nbsp; Forever.&amp;nbsp; And that was ok.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know anyone that could solve it.&amp;nbsp; I still don't know anyone that can solve it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next phase in my Rubik's Cube obsession started when I saw The Pursuit of Happyness.&amp;nbsp; Chris Gardner claims to be able to solve the cube (even though he never has) and in one suspenseful taxi-ride with his entire future weighing in the balance... he solves it.&amp;nbsp; The solving of that "magic" cube has an impact on the rest of his life.&amp;nbsp; If you were to say that if Chris Gardner hadn't solved that puzzle he wouldn't be where he is today and there wouldn't be a movie about him... I'd probably agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svt4Q8h8b9I/AAAAAAAACfw/XXVHCLpOJ64/s1600-h/Rubiks_cube.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svt4Q8h8b9I/AAAAAAAACfw/XXVHCLpOJ64/s320/Rubiks_cube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession phase three.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, somewhere I heard of someone who could solve the cube because, get this, they watched a &lt;i&gt;tutorial on YouTube&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; And when I heard that I got a crazy idea.&amp;nbsp; I thought "If it's on YouTube... I could watch that tutorial.&amp;nbsp; I could solve the cube, too."&amp;nbsp; I don't know what came over me.&amp;nbsp; On my way home that night I stopped at the drugstore down the street and picked up a Rubik's Cube.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family looked at me like I was nuts.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I should explain.&amp;nbsp; I'm not what you'd call... smart.&amp;nbsp; Book smart maybe.&amp;nbsp; Math smart?&amp;nbsp; Tech-y smart?&amp;nbsp; Geometry smart?&amp;nbsp; Puzzle smart?&amp;nbsp; NO.&amp;nbsp; I don't even do jigsaw puzzles.&amp;nbsp; Two of my sisters and my dad LOVE jigsaw puzzles.&amp;nbsp; I don't have the patience.&amp;nbsp; I was never into solitaire.&amp;nbsp; I never got higher in math than Algebra 1.&amp;nbsp; But there was something about the Rubik's Cube.&amp;nbsp; Something about the idea that if &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, REBECCA could solve a Rubik's Cube...&amp;nbsp; I would never feel dumb again.&amp;nbsp; Or so I thought.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I don't know what possesed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the YouTube tutorials were not a myth.&amp;nbsp; They exist.&amp;nbsp; I started out watching the one that I had heard about.&amp;nbsp; Some guy made a video on how to solve the Cube.&amp;nbsp; He had, like, 12 million views on his tutorial.&amp;nbsp; 12 MILLION.&amp;nbsp; And almost as many comments from people who were thanking him for explaining it so well.&amp;nbsp; These people had evidently solved the Cube.&amp;nbsp; I watched the tutorial.&amp;nbsp; And promptly got lost.&amp;nbsp; Very very lost.&amp;nbsp; Confused.&amp;nbsp; Distorted.&amp;nbsp; WHICH WAY IS UP?&amp;nbsp; My Cube was perpetually scrambled.&amp;nbsp; Frustration mounted.&amp;nbsp; I decided to give up. It seemed the logical thing to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw something else.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yU-EwlRRvc"&gt;Another tutorial."&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; A 9 STEP tutorial.&amp;nbsp; I went to this other guy's  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RobH0629"&gt;YouTube channel&lt;/a&gt; and read the sidebar.&amp;nbsp; He claimed that his method was "beginner friendly."&amp;nbsp; Of course, at this point I'm assuming I'm not even a beginner since I couldn't make heads or tails out of tutorial number one.&amp;nbsp; Is there a level below beginner?&amp;nbsp; Basement level?&amp;nbsp; Sub-basement level?&amp;nbsp; If you're even lower than the sub-basement level do the smart people just say to you "Go home, sell your Cube on E-bay.&amp;nbsp; You're not smart enough to own it."&amp;nbsp; I DID spend $5 on the cube... I decided to give it another shot.&amp;nbsp; I'd try the "beginner's method."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away trial #2 went much better.&amp;nbsp; I actually solved one side of the cube.&amp;nbsp; WOW.&amp;nbsp; I mean...&amp;nbsp; that's something right?&amp;nbsp; But, how do you move on to solving another side without messing the first side up?&amp;nbsp; And if you solve another side then you have two solved sides and you still have to solve 4 more sides without messing up the first two.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tutorial I was watching had a strange effect on me.&amp;nbsp; The guy explaining it was doing such a good job.&amp;nbsp; He kept saying things like "Don't worry."&amp;nbsp; and "I'll show you that again" and drawing diagrams and explaining things over and over and showing every single possibility and what to do with every single possibility.&amp;nbsp; Something about it gave me courage to keep trying.&amp;nbsp; And trying.&amp;nbsp; And trying.&amp;nbsp; And trying.... Maybe it was the Pursuit of Happyness that kept me going.&amp;nbsp; Maybe, I thought, somehow deep down being able to solve the Cube would change my future.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a VERY long weekend.&amp;nbsp; I worked on the cube Friday night.&amp;nbsp; All day Saturday.&amp;nbsp; My family went from giving me amused glances to concerned ones.&amp;nbsp; "Um, Rebecca?&amp;nbsp; Maybe you should take a break?"&amp;nbsp; I knew they were thinking the same thing I was thinking.&amp;nbsp; The smartest people I knew couldn't solve the cube.&amp;nbsp; What made me think &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;could?&amp;nbsp; Saturday night I kept hitting the same wall over and over again. I could get the puzzle to a certain place.&amp;nbsp; Almost solved.&amp;nbsp; Only the top layer to go.&amp;nbsp; And every time I messed it up.&amp;nbsp; Majorly.&amp;nbsp; My eyes burned.&amp;nbsp; I had to start over again.&amp;nbsp; I would get to the top layer... and screw it up.&amp;nbsp; Start over again.&amp;nbsp; Again, I messed it up.&amp;nbsp; Just when I would think I had it... It would be scrambled beyond fixing... and I'd have to start over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration came and sat on my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; I started breathing shortly.&amp;nbsp; A huge lump settled in my throat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;You're not smart.&amp;nbsp; You've never been smart.&amp;nbsp; Why are you even trying?&amp;nbsp; You shouldn't even try doing this smart stuff, you're just proving to yourself that you can't do it.&amp;nbsp; Give up. Give up. Give up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Why did I keep going?&amp;nbsp; My sisters tried to help "Um, Rebecca?&amp;nbsp; Do you think you're being a little obsessive?&amp;nbsp; I think you need to take a break?"&amp;nbsp; They threatened to take it away from me.&amp;nbsp; Saturday night at midnight I slammed it down.&amp;nbsp; "I can't do it.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I tried."&amp;nbsp; I ignored my sister's tortured gazes, swallowed down the painful lump&amp;nbsp; in my throat, stalked into my bedroom and closed the door on my tears.&amp;nbsp; I flopped into bed.&amp;nbsp; And I knew that I had just proved to myself how stupid I really was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in that place?&amp;nbsp; When everything you do and think just shows you all your imperfections?&amp;nbsp; I started affixing all sorts of meaning to my inability to solve that silly game.&amp;nbsp; As if not being able to solve the Rubik's Cube was the final straw.&amp;nbsp; I was now, officially Not Going Anywhere In Life.&amp;nbsp; I was doomed to live a simple, poverty stricken life.&amp;nbsp; I mean, obviously I couldn't solve the Rubik's Cube, so what good could I possibly do myself or anyone else?&amp;nbsp; Chris Gardner solved the Cube and changed his life for the better.&amp;nbsp; I didn't solve the Cube.&amp;nbsp; 'Nough said.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I woke up and walked into the living room.&amp;nbsp; Only to see that colorful scrambled cube sitting there mocking me.&amp;nbsp; Or, was it challenging me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I couldn't solve the cube.&amp;nbsp; But, God could.&amp;nbsp; That guy on YouTube could.&amp;nbsp; That guy on YouTube was TELLING me how to solve the Cube.&amp;nbsp; I decided to give it one more shot.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I guess deep down I believe God has good things in store for me.&amp;nbsp; And that belief is stronger than my unbelief. Even when I don't see it myself and even when I tell myself I don't believe it.&amp;nbsp; I realized that if my future really depended on solving the Cube I would never give up so easily.&amp;nbsp; And I realized that even if I tell myself I'm a quitter, &lt;i&gt;I'm not.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svt4TGg14fI/AAAAAAAACf4/dPqMbxri9X0/s1600-h/rubiks-cube+solved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svt4TGg14fI/AAAAAAAACf4/dPqMbxri9X0/s320/rubiks-cube+solved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried it one more time.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was two more times.&amp;nbsp; I remember my sister walked out of her bedroom and looked at me trying to solve it again.&amp;nbsp; I heard her sigh as she walked into the next room.&amp;nbsp; I read the algorithums over and over.&amp;nbsp; I flipped the sides of the cube.&amp;nbsp; Red, Green, Blue, Yellow.&amp;nbsp; Right turn clockwise, Top counter-clockwise, Back 180 degrees, flip, turn, switch, line up the colors.&amp;nbsp; And then it came.&amp;nbsp; The final turn.&amp;nbsp; The turn that 50 times had stared me in the face saying "You did it wrong.&amp;nbsp; Again."&amp;nbsp; But, this time was different.&amp;nbsp; Left 180 degrees.&amp;nbsp; And I had it.&amp;nbsp; 6 sides.&amp;nbsp; All of them a single color.&amp;nbsp; A beautiful Rubik's Cube, just the way it came in the package.&amp;nbsp; Solved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain the emotions of that moment.&amp;nbsp; I can tell you that they were too much for me to deal with.&amp;nbsp; I didn't scream or shout or jump up and down or wake up my sister screaming "I SOLVED THE CUBE!!!!!"&amp;nbsp; Instead I set the solved cube on the coffee table and went into my bedroom.&amp;nbsp; And I just thanked God.&amp;nbsp; Maybe my whole future doesn't depend on solving the Cube.&amp;nbsp; I will probably never be in a taxi with a man who could give me everything I need if I could just impress him enough.&amp;nbsp; I doubt I will ever apply for a job where I can claim "Ability to solve a Rubik's Cube" as a job qualification.&amp;nbsp; But, who knows?&amp;nbsp; Maybe someday.&amp;nbsp; For now, I know that solving that cube gave me a self-confidence I've never had before.&amp;nbsp; Sure, discouragement still comes.&amp;nbsp; Solving the Cube didn't give me automatic knowledge in every subject that "smart people" excel in.&amp;nbsp; But, I learned something about myself and about God in me.&amp;nbsp; I learned that I'm not a quitter, because God didn't make me a quitter and doesn't intend for me to ever quit anything He sets in my path to do.&amp;nbsp; I learned that I can do things I think I can't do if I try, REALLY try, because I have God on my side, and He can give me the strength to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3533661702942231972?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3533661702942231972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3533661702942231972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3533661702942231972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3533661702942231972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/solving-rubiks-cube-my-journey.html' title='Solving the Rubik&apos;s Cube, My Journey'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svt4Q8h8b9I/AAAAAAAACfw/XXVHCLpOJ64/s72-c/Rubiks_cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-2167217447815646124</id><published>2009-11-16T06:46:00.047-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:46:00.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>MOVIE TAG</title><content type='html'>This is a tag that was going around on Live Journal and I thought it looked fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;01] -- Look up TEN of your favorite movies on IMDB.com.&lt;br /&gt;[02] -- Click the "trivia" link in the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;[03] -- Post a fun and random bit of trivia from each film.&lt;br /&gt;[04] -- Tag five people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you all to know I had a hard time coming up with 10 movies.&amp;nbsp; I mean... I'm kind of a movie lover, so it was hard to just pick 10.&amp;nbsp; And I even cheated a little.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy!&amp;nbsp; I had a lot of fun finding these fun facts!&lt;br /&gt;Comment and tell me if you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwAVaiYos6I/AAAAAAAACgI/surf0lr4mMI/s1600-h/AUGUST_RUSH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwAVaiYos6I/AAAAAAAACgI/surf0lr4mMI/s200/AUGUST_RUSH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August Rush &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two of the songs that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001667/"&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers&lt;/a&gt;' character, 'Louis Connelly' sings, 'This Time' and 'Break' were considered as nominees for the category of 'Best Original Song' in the '80th Annual Academy Awards'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwAWEP4MOEI/AAAAAAAACgQ/3XKVWMOL4kM/s1600-h/pursuitposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwAWEP4MOEI/AAAAAAAACgQ/3XKVWMOL4kM/s200/pursuitposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pursuit of Happyness &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The homeless people who worked as extras were paid a full day's minimum wage (which is $8.62/hr in SF) and given free catered meals as compensation for appearing in the film. For some it was the first money they'd made in a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speedcubing champions &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2106065/"&gt;Tyson Mao&lt;/a&gt; and Toby Mao and Lars Petrus were hired to coach &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/a&gt; to solve a Rubik's Cube in under two minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1535523/"&gt;Jaden Smith&lt;/a&gt; stars as Christopher, Chris Gardner's son in the movie. Jaden Smith is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/a&gt;'s son in real life, Christopher is actually Jaden's middle name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBry2wWGaI/AAAAAAAACgY/lsoT8OL10dM/s1600-h/lemony_snickets_a_series_of_unfortunate_events_ver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBry2wWGaI/AAAAAAAACgY/lsoT8OL10dM/s200/lemony_snickets_a_series_of_unfortunate_events_ver3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During production, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0014582/"&gt;Liam Aiken&lt;/a&gt; grew four and a half inches (11.4 cm), requiring adjustments to his costume throughout. By the end of the movie, he is visibly taller than &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0115161/"&gt;Emily Browning&lt;/a&gt; who portrayed his older sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the children first meet Count Olaf and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/a&gt; says, "Wait, give me that last line again," was not actually in the script, it was Carrey staying in character and wanting to try it again, but they kept the cameras rolling and felt it worked the way it happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filming stopped on several occasions after one of the twins playing Sunny (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1492999/"&gt;Shelby Hoffman&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1495616/"&gt;Kara Hoffman&lt;/a&gt;) fell asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBsKt3ihPI/AAAAAAAACgg/-ym8lqZI78w/s1600-h/princessbride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBsKt3ihPI/AAAAAAAACgg/-ym8lqZI78w/s200/princessbride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Princess Bride &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While rehearsing for the film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000764/"&gt;André the Giant&lt;/a&gt;'s thick accent prevented many of his lines from being understood. To remedy this, actor &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001597/"&gt;Mandy Patinkin&lt;/a&gt; slapped André in the face to get him to concentrate harder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Westley's character is loosely based on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001224/"&gt;Errol Flynn&lt;/a&gt;'s character in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029843/"&gt;The Adventures of Robin Hood&lt;/a&gt; (1938). Director &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001661/"&gt;Rob Reiner&lt;/a&gt; even used the same conversation found in "Robin Hood" for Westley: "Are you finished?" "Finished? I'm only just beginning." Ironically, in 1993 &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000144/"&gt;Cary Elwes&lt;/a&gt; would go on to play Robin Hood in 'Mel Brooks (I)''s &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107977/"&gt;Robin Hood: Men in Tights&lt;/a&gt; (1993).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vizzini's advice on not getting involved in a land war in Asia is derived from principles stated by Field Marshal &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0599728/"&gt;Bernard L. Montgomery&lt;/a&gt; (Viscount Alamein) in a speech in the House of Lords on 30 May 1962: "Rule 1, on page 1 of the book of war is: 'Do not march on Moscow.' ... Rule 2 is: 'Do not go fighting with your land armies in China.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There really was a "Dread Pirate Roberts" (Bartholomew Roberts) who operated in the Caribbean in the early 18th century. He is reckoned by many to have been the most successful pirate of all time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBsi1j0uYI/AAAAAAAACgo/JnkaDuPY_6w/s1600-h/chronicles_of_narnia_the_lion_the_witch_and_the_wardrobe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBsi1j0uYI/AAAAAAAACgo/JnkaDuPY_6w/s200/chronicles_of_narnia_the_lion_the_witch_and_the_wardrobe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Each design carved into the wardrobe signifies an important event that occurred in the book "The Magician's Nephew," the Narnia book that takes place chronologically before the events in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professor Kirke presents three choices to the other Pevensie children of what to think about Lucy's claim about Narnia: that she is lying, that she is mad, or that she is telling the truth. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0507000/"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt; was a vocal advocate of Christianity, and in his book "Mere Christianity" presented three similar choices about Jesus' claim to be the Son of God: Liar, Lunatic, or Lord. This is known as his "Trilemma" argument, and is still often used by Christians today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBs6NY4OJI/AAAAAAAACgw/jJNyhis1J7U/s1600-h/TheIncredibles_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBs6NY4OJI/AAAAAAAACgw/jJNyhis1J7U/s200/TheIncredibles_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Incredibles &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In order to give Dash a realistic out-of-breath voice, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0083348/"&gt;Brad Bird&lt;/a&gt; made &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1714016/"&gt;Spencer Fox&lt;/a&gt; run laps around the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Singaporean version of the film, the company "Insuricare" is translated into "Black-hearted insurance company" if read literally in the Chinese character subtitles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBtUJJCbfI/AAAAAAAACg4/3Fg1C1i8J-g/s1600-h/NationalTreasureDVD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBtUJJCbfI/AAAAAAAACg4/3Fg1C1i8J-g/s200/NationalTreasureDVD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;National Treasure &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good guys in the movie use Google and bad guys use Yahoo! search engines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBtgYnRlGI/AAAAAAAAChA/XQaDw09rxLY/s1600-h/mr.+smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBtgYnRlGI/AAAAAAAAChA/XQaDw09rxLY/s200/mr.+smith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Smith Goes to Washington &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make his voice hoarse for the filibuster scene, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000071/"&gt;James Stewart&lt;/a&gt; dried out his throat with bicarbonate of soda. However, both &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001008/"&gt;Frank Capra&lt;/a&gt; and Stewart revealed in interviews that his throat was periodically swabbed with mercuric chloride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000071/"&gt;James Stewart&lt;/a&gt; knew this was the role of a lifetime, one that could place him near the top of the Hollywood heap. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000795/"&gt;Jean Arthur&lt;/a&gt; later remembered his mood at the time: "He was so serious when he was working on that picture, he used to get up at five o'clock in the morning and drive himself to the studio. He was so terrified something was going to happen to him, he wouldn't go faster."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scenes where &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000071/"&gt;James Stewart&lt;/a&gt; wanders around in amazement at the Washington monuments were "stolen", since the US Parks Service had denied the studio permission to film near them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBtuDbXy7I/AAAAAAAAChI/jDTVmYqD4fM/s1600-h/city-of-ember.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBtuDbXy7I/AAAAAAAAChI/jDTVmYqD4fM/s200/city-of-ember.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The City of Ember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were so many sets built for the film that some of them wound up never being used. They do sometimes feature prominently in the background, like the hairdressers, but they play no part in the story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBt3VC_CEI/AAAAAAAAChQ/gVyM358qe84/s1600-h/cranford-3d-cmyk385.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBt3VC_CEI/AAAAAAAAChQ/gVyM358qe84/s200/cranford-3d-cmyk385.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cranford&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0083804/"&gt;Sue Birtwistle&lt;/a&gt; found out about the novel Cranford after finishing another project. Despite liking it immensely, she felt it wasn't enough to create a drama series, so she read a large portion of Gaskell's other material, and came up with the idea of adapting three of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0309121/"&gt;Elizabeth Gaskell&lt;/a&gt; novellas into a BBC Drama series; hence Cranford. The three novels were "Cranford", "Mr Harrison's Confessions" and "My Lady Ludlow." Birtwistle and her co-creator &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0174717/"&gt;Susie Conklin&lt;/a&gt; spent several weeks in Birtwistle's apartment in New York using color coded cards to piece the stories together. When writer &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0858912/"&gt;Heidi Thomas&lt;/a&gt; came on board, she mentioned that they had married off someone twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ok, so there are actually ELEVEN... but how can you leave out Superman?)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBuBrQkSdI/AAAAAAAAChY/Rhv5EAaxHXk/s1600-h/superman_returns_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwBuBrQkSdI/AAAAAAAAChY/Rhv5EAaxHXk/s200/superman_returns_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The truck which Martha drove during the opening was the exact truck used for the first Superman movie. The producers managed to find that truck and rented it for use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001741/"&gt;Bryan Singer&lt;/a&gt; became interested in possibly hiring &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0746125/"&gt;Brandon Routh&lt;/a&gt;, he arranged for them to meet in a coffee shop. When they met at their table, Routh stumbled and spilled hot coffee all over the table. Although he panicked, thinking he had just lost the part, Singer laughed and said it actually helped him get the part. The incident convinced Singer that Routh could pull off the clumsy, bumbling Clark Kent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I TAG EVERYONE THAT WANTS TO DO THIS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-2167217447815646124?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2167217447815646124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=2167217447815646124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2167217447815646124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/2167217447815646124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-tag.html' title='MOVIE TAG'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SwAVaiYos6I/AAAAAAAACgI/surf0lr4mMI/s72-c/AUGUST_RUSH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-3606208143169617717</id><published>2009-11-12T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:08:37.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFT BASKET GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>Attention EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svyjcrx6L7I/AAAAAAAACgA/BcfQX4MApYM/s1600-h/giftbasket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svyjcrx6L7I/AAAAAAAACgA/BcfQX4MApYM/s320/giftbasket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-basket-give-away.html"&gt;Gift Basket Giveaway&lt;/a&gt; going on over at &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The IDD Blog&lt;/a&gt; so make sure you go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful basket of "Pamper-Yourself" goodies!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I would LOVE to win this basket!&amp;nbsp; Of course, I'm not eligible since I'm one of the people giving it away... :)&amp;nbsp; But, I really want one of you to win it!&amp;nbsp; So, head over there and put your name in!&amp;nbsp; Give the blog a shoutout on your own blog, Live Journal, whatever and you can enter twice!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-3606208143169617717?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3606208143169617717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=3606208143169617717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3606208143169617717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/3606208143169617717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-basket-giveaway.html' title='GIFT BASKET GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svyjcrx6L7I/AAAAAAAACgA/BcfQX4MApYM/s72-c/giftbasket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-1374834455094164882</id><published>2009-11-11T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:49:00.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSUDmEPoI/AAAAAAAACfg/tMpEFzQgzfk/s1600-h/playing+in+the+leaves2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSUDmEPoI/AAAAAAAACfg/tMpEFzQgzfk/s320/playing+in+the+leaves2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when you were a little kid and used to rake all the leaves into one BIG pile and then completely destroy all your work by jumping into the pile over and over and over and over...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSQNtc13I/AAAAAAAACfY/N0QhANjDTh0/s1600-h/playing+in+the+leaves.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSQNtc13I/AAAAAAAACfY/N0QhANjDTh0/s320/playing+in+the+leaves.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then you would take all the leaves and hide someone under them?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSWwABUiI/AAAAAAAACfo/dBnBr1BITiM/s1600-h/playing+in+the+leaves3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSWwABUiI/AAAAAAAACfo/dBnBr1BITiM/s320/playing+in+the+leaves3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wasn't that fun?&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-1374834455094164882?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1374834455094164882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=1374834455094164882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1374834455094164882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1374834455094164882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/playing-in-leaves.html' title='Playing in the Leaves'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/SvnSUDmEPoI/AAAAAAAACfg/tMpEFzQgzfk/s72-c/playing+in+the+leaves2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7246492807340346949</id><published>2009-11-10T08:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:50:46.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jak's November Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I wore to church last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Indian Summer weather inspires me to wear&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indian Summer colors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rich browns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and tans and a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;splash of something brighter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweater dresses are IN this fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So are Big Belts and Cowboy Boots... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svl8_ENz49I/AAAAAAAACfA/v3a5SagxjpE/s1600-h/nov09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svl8_ENz49I/AAAAAAAACfA/v3a5SagxjpE/s320/nov09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm wearing brown and silver earrings and brown tights to help with warmth and modesty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svl9IEzrljI/AAAAAAAACfQ/h8UHJ7b7TNQ/s1600-h/nov09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svl9IEzrljI/AAAAAAAACfQ/h8UHJ7b7TNQ/s320/nov09d.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7246492807340346949?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7246492807340346949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7246492807340346949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7246492807340346949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7246492807340346949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/dr-jaks-november-sunday.html' title='Dr. Jak&apos;s November Sunday'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Svl8_ENz49I/AAAAAAAACfA/v3a5SagxjpE/s72-c/nov09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-786928509969668204</id><published>2009-11-09T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:28:48.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick, Random, LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have had the most GORGEOUS weekend.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, 70 degrees in November?&amp;nbsp; This canNOT be Wisconsin. (sort of loosely quoting Lake House there in case you were wondering :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did the ultimate dumb thing.&amp;nbsp; Left my keys in the ignition of my car and must have had something turned on because the battery was dead.&amp;nbsp; Mercy.&amp;nbsp; Mom and Dad to the rescue with jumper cables.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went apple-orchard-ing on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; So fun.&amp;nbsp; Apple Cider, Donuts, Apples... yum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came home and made 2 apple pies and three loaves of pumpkin bread and my house smelled amazing.&amp;nbsp; As I'm sure you can imagine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been on an Agatha Christie kick and you will see just how crazy of a kick when you read my November book list.&amp;nbsp; I'm not making any promises that the whole list may not be Agatha Christie.&amp;nbsp; Be forwarned.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm also on another "Solve the Rubik's Cube!" kick.&amp;nbsp; Started working on it last night and couldn't put it down.&amp;nbsp; My sisters are getting amused.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Seriously, who needs to solve a rubik's cube 6 times in one night?&amp;nbsp; I think I have a problem.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm headed to work now and looking forward to another gorgeous day... and if it wants to stay like this until April that'd be ok with me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-786928509969668204?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/786928509969668204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=786928509969668204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/786928509969668204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/786928509969668204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-random-life.html' title='Quick, Random, LIFE!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-84308796457499016</id><published>2009-11-03T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:44:00.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, 'Thy will be done,' and those to whom God says, in the end, '&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will be done."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Su3lAhVwDUI/AAAAAAAACe4/oSIStk8wA_0/s1600-h/the+great+divorce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Su3lAhVwDUI/AAAAAAAACe4/oSIStk8wA_0/s320/the+great+divorce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis is essentially built on this premise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author takes a trip to heaven, by way of a bus that picked up him and his fellow travelers at a bus stop in hell.&amp;nbsp; Once there he and his fellow travelers have conversations with Spirits.&amp;nbsp; Men and women that have died and live in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book very insightful and eye-opening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Lewis' views on heaven.&amp;nbsp; As a place infinitely more REAL than the place we are in, so much more real that we realize the place we have been in all along is simply a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shadowland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was captivated and somehow quickened at the same time when he described the difference between the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;passion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of pity and the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;action&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;of pity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The passion being&lt;i&gt; "The pity we merely suffer, the ache that draw men to concede what should not be conceded and to flatter when they should speak truth...&amp;nbsp; a weapon by bad men against good ones..."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And the action being &lt;i&gt;"...a weapon on the other side.&amp;nbsp; It leaps quicker than light from the highest place to the lowest to bring healing and joy, whatever the cost to itself..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't even begin to describe how many things I learned from it, because I know there are so many more things I will learn as I continue to think about this book and read it over and over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lewis says: &lt;br /&gt;"Thirst was made for water, inquiry for truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-84308796457499016?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/84308796457499016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=84308796457499016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/84308796457499016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/84308796457499016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review-great-divorce-by-cs-lewis.html' title='Book Review: The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Su3lAhVwDUI/AAAAAAAACe4/oSIStk8wA_0/s72-c/the+great+divorce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4767936835933070346</id><published>2009-11-02T06:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:14:52.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><title type='text'>October Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;97.&amp;nbsp; Catching Fire by Suzanne Colllins-&lt;/b&gt;(*****) &lt;i&gt;Sequel to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/%3C/i%3Ehttp://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-review-hunger-games.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, and actually and surprisingly JUST as good as the original.&amp;nbsp; Also, JUST as violent.&amp;nbsp; Somewhat predictable.&amp;nbsp; But, one thing I love about these books is that even though I can usually tell where the plot is going, the trip there keeps me guessing. This time around I had a general idea what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; would like to see at the end of the book, (which actually ended up happening) and I knew certain things would have to happen, but there was a healthy dose of ?????&amp;nbsp; woven in that makes for a fabulous, gripping suspense tale.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&amp;nbsp; The ending was not nearly as cliff-hanging as I expected which was VERY relieving.&amp;nbsp; Book three isn't due out until Fall 2010.&amp;nbsp; I guess I can wait.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;98.&amp;nbsp; Messenger by Lois Lowry&lt;/b&gt;- (***)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Honestly... I don't know what to say about this book.&amp;nbsp; It didn't end like I thought it would.&amp;nbsp; And I was a little disappointed in the end I think.&amp;nbsp; I guess I felt like it was a little bit of a cop-out.&amp;nbsp; I'd be interested in other opinions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;99.&amp;nbsp; The Two Towers by J.R.R Tolkien -&lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Much more interesting the Fellowship of the Rings and kept my attention much better.&amp;nbsp; Still took me a while to get through, but I was much more engaged this time.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to the finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;100.&amp;nbsp; Song for a Dark Queen by Rosemary Sutcliff&lt;/b&gt;- (**)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I knew nothing of the story of Boudicca until I read this book.&amp;nbsp; So, I was completely unprepared for the tragedy.&amp;nbsp; Readers should be warned that it's not a happy book, not at all nice or even clean.&amp;nbsp; I'd give the content at least a PG-13 rating for violence, horrible war scenarios, and other unmentionables...&amp;nbsp; In defense of the content, it should be mentioned that it's all tragically true.&amp;nbsp; Very sad, very sickening, very horrific, very riveting.&amp;nbsp; Very educational.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo&lt;/b&gt; -(****)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Newberry Award winner in 2003.&amp;nbsp; Endearing, really.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I delayed in reading this book for a long time because I have this thing with mice.&amp;nbsp; I don't like them.&amp;nbsp; But, Despereaux is really loveable.&amp;nbsp; This book is extremely well written.&amp;nbsp; Plenty of awesome quotes.&amp;nbsp; "QUEST.&amp;nbsp; Say it reader, say the word 'quest' out loud.&amp;nbsp; It is an extraordinary word, isn't it?&amp;nbsp; So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;102.&amp;nbsp; Savvy by Ingrid Law&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;(****) &lt;i&gt;I really liked this book.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it's Ingrid Law's first novel.&amp;nbsp; Her writing is absolutely crisp and clean.&amp;nbsp; Minimal wording, but perfect pictures in your imagination.&amp;nbsp; Slightly disappointing elements include: Romance among 13 year olds.&amp;nbsp; Come on, really?&amp;nbsp; And negative impressions of "religious" people.&amp;nbsp; Also, rebellion is slightly glorified in a typical written-for-children way.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the parents aren't around so the kids have to take matters into their own hands and of course this means rebelling against authority all in the interest of the overall good and of course everything turns out ok and there wouldn't be a story without it.&amp;nbsp; Overall, though, as I mentioned, I LIKED it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;103.&amp;nbsp; The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemna by Trenton Lee Stewart&lt;/b&gt; -(***) &lt;i&gt;For some reason this one didn't grab me like the other two Benedict books.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, it was funny, smart and enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;104.&amp;nbsp; Arch Enemy by Frank Beddor&lt;/b&gt; -(***) &lt;i&gt;Good ending to the Looking Glass Wars series.&amp;nbsp; I was a BIT disappointed in the ending...&amp;nbsp; kind of rubbed me the wrong way.&amp;nbsp; Something about good and evil HAVING to co-exist.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;105.&amp;nbsp; Sent by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/b&gt; -(****) &lt;i&gt;The more of Haddix's books I read, the more I love her.&amp;nbsp; This is the second installment in The Missing series and I enjoyed it very much.&amp;nbsp; I haven't read many books that include time travel, so I'm not an expert, but to me it seemed to have a whole new approach on time travel.&amp;nbsp; Very smart, I thought.&amp;nbsp; I'm anxious for more books to be published in this series.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;106.&amp;nbsp; The Mirror Cracked by Agatha Christie &lt;/b&gt;- (****) &lt;i&gt;I just love Miss Marple.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4767936835933070346?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4767936835933070346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4767936835933070346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4767936835933070346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4767936835933070346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/october-book-list.html' title='October Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-4948639916784084988</id><published>2009-10-27T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:47:47.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Advice on the H1N1 Flu Virus</title><content type='html'>Um, DON'T GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do get it...&amp;nbsp; I feel your misery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to be thankful though!&amp;nbsp; For.... something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Namely Bleak House.&amp;nbsp; Helped Steph (my fellow sickie) and I pass 6 hours this morning while we were too miserable and ache-y to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moms&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They bring you soup and treatments and masks.&amp;nbsp; (We have to wear the said masks everytime we're in anyone's company.&amp;nbsp; Trying to keep the virus from spreading to the rest of the family, you know...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;AND, they go to the grocery store to get you water and ibuprofen and come home with three grocery bags full of food.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Thanks MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Siblings&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Who amuse you by jumping in piles of leaves in your front yard.&amp;nbsp; We watched out the big picture window.&amp;nbsp; Definitely the most exciting thing to happen all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to ibuprofen I can actually type, as it has reduced the ache in my joints.&amp;nbsp; Earlier this morning just flicking a finger hurt.&amp;nbsp; Very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fruit Juice&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; 'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A pile of books to read&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The ibuprofen has also made reading possible.&amp;nbsp; I can hold a book now!&amp;nbsp; YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more blessings tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps a reduction in fever?&amp;nbsp; We can hope! &lt;br /&gt;If you think of it, please pray for Stephanie and I.&amp;nbsp; We're not allowed to work until we've been fever free for 24-48 hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-4948639916784084988?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4948639916784084988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=4948639916784084988' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4948639916784084988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/4948639916784084988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-advice-on-h1n1-flu-virus.html' title='My Advice on the H1N1 Flu Virus'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6974054054049925284</id><published>2009-10-21T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:00:01.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wedding Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a wedding last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Susie and Joe and I were all &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;matchy-matchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Stz8NEPw9II/AAAAAAAACeo/-UTHYL4MB10/s1600-h/me_joe_sue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Stz8NEPw9II/AAAAAAAACeo/-UTHYL4MB10/s320/me_joe_sue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which may or may not have been planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DID buy all of our clothes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Stz8PkwV-UI/AAAAAAAACew/1T7OSQ3aiB0/s1600-h/me_joe_sue2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Stz8PkwV-UI/AAAAAAAACew/1T7OSQ3aiB0/s320/me_joe_sue2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so, like &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6974054054049925284?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6974054054049925284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6974054054049925284' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6974054054049925284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6974054054049925284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-clothes.html' title='Wedding Clothes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/Stz8NEPw9II/AAAAAAAACeo/-UTHYL4MB10/s72-c/me_joe_sue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-8119539072319613586</id><published>2009-10-20T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:00:06.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singleness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDD'/><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;My weekly post is up at the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://theiddblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;The IDD Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm posting it here, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before we begin I want to point out something that you will probably realize as you read on.&amp;nbsp; I am not a believer in the idea that Courtship can save you from a broken heart.&amp;nbsp; Neither do I believe that "Dating With a Purpose" or for that matter ANY kind of relationship method can prevent broken hearts.&amp;nbsp; Broken hearts happen.&amp;nbsp; In fact, God ALLOWS hearts to break.&amp;nbsp; And if He does than it's all for our own good.&amp;nbsp; To "bring us to an expected end."&amp;nbsp; I believe that God has the perfect person out there for each of us.&amp;nbsp; I believe that God will bring two people together.&amp;nbsp; I believe that if a couple places their relationship in God's hands He will direct the relationship so that it remains pure and God-honoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are many, many, many, many, many "Successful Courtship" Stories out there.&amp;nbsp; Every couple has one.&amp;nbsp; And they're all sweet and inspiring and encouraging.&amp;nbsp; What we don't see as often are the "Failed Courtship" stories.&amp;nbsp; I'm convinced it's not because they're not out there.&amp;nbsp; There are obvious reasons for not sharing this kind of thing.&amp;nbsp; It's a personal matter, and I'm certainly not saying that everyone should publish their "Failed Courtship" stories.&amp;nbsp; But, it's good for us to understand that this kind of thing does and can happen.&amp;nbsp; (Incidentally, I don't actually believe in "failed" relationships.&amp;nbsp; If two people enter a&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;relationship toward marriage with the idea that God will direct them and show them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;how/if they should get married, and it ends up not working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, it wasn't meant to work.&amp;nbsp; In that case, I would have to call it a "successful relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&amp;nbsp; We certainly wouldn't want two people to get married just because they started a courtship/relationship if they discover it's not meant to be.&amp;nbsp; In these cases God has a much better match for each of them.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The other thing that we never hear of but I believe MUST happen more than we think is the relationship that fails before it even gets off the ground.&amp;nbsp; Before it progresses to the "Courtship/Dating/Dorting/RELATIONSHIP" stage.&amp;nbsp; I'll be up front and honest here.&amp;nbsp; It's happened to me.&amp;nbsp; Twice.&amp;nbsp; It's happened to some of my friends. It's important to know we're not immune to this sort of thing just because we've committed ourselves to a higher standard of purity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll be honest.&amp;nbsp; It's hard.&amp;nbsp; For those of us who believe in "Courtship", "Dating-With-A-Purpose", "Dorting" or whatever you choose to call it there's a seriousness of thought that comes with all potential relationships.&amp;nbsp; When I was in my teens and early 20s I never thought of any scenario except a perfect one.&amp;nbsp; I imagined a guy approaching me about starting a relationship.... Of course I said yes!&amp;nbsp; I was already in love with him!&amp;nbsp; Or, I imagined getting to know a guy as a friend and gradually falling in love, and when we both realize what is happening it's obvious we're destined to be together forever.&amp;nbsp; Or, my dad comes to me "Rebecca, 'So-and-so' has asked to start a relationship with you.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?"&amp;nbsp; And I take it to prayer and recieve a resounding "YES!" from God, and a "YES!" from my parents and fall madly in love and live happily ever after.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&amp;nbsp; It seemed impossible to me that all the right components could be there without adding up to the right answer.&amp;nbsp; I never once imagined that a Godly, nice guy would approach me about starting a relationship and the train would come jerking to a halt.&amp;nbsp; And yet, that's exactly what happened.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll walk you through the emotional rollercoaster that is a potential relationship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A) Guy approaches you/your father/however you think it should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; B) Hope ignites.&amp;nbsp; At this point I think to myself "This could be it! I've been waiting my whole life for this to happen, and now it's happening!&amp;nbsp; Could this really be it?"&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the heart-warming "He LIKES me!"&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; I mean, surely he wouldn't be attracted to me if it wasn't God's will.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; Um, wrong.&amp;nbsp; Guys can struggle with crushes and attractions just like us girls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C) You take it to prayer.&amp;nbsp; At this point you become aware that you do NOT already have feelings for this guy.&amp;nbsp; The place in your heart that supposed to be going "ZING!" is rather... empty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D) Then the questions you ask yourself.&amp;nbsp; Is this guy really the one for me, but I'm immune to falling in love with him?&amp;nbsp; Am I destined to be married to someone I don't love?&amp;nbsp; Or, am I supposed to marry him because all the lights are green (except my heart) and eventually I'll "grow to love him"... maybe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember a time when my Dad asked me how it was going with a certain guy.&amp;nbsp; This guy was interested in starting a relationship with me.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't so sure...&amp;nbsp; I looked at my dad while trying to sort my thoughts into a coherent sentence that would somehow communicate every question, concern, uncertainty, fear, hope, dread and depression that I felt all swirling around in my heart and Dad interpreted it all into one brief fragment of a sentence. "No spark, huh?"&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; Relief.&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, no spark."&amp;nbsp; He just nodded and walked away.&amp;nbsp; As if to say "Well, that's that.&amp;nbsp; No spark."&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; No spark.&amp;nbsp; What a relief to understand that there is SUPPOSED to be a spark.&amp;nbsp; If there's not, Red Light.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course, no spark isn't the only reason you should nip a relationship in the bud.&amp;nbsp; There are MANY other things to consider.&amp;nbsp; Do you agree with this guy on all important subjects?&amp;nbsp; Doctrine, Child-raising, are you compatible?&amp;nbsp; I could write another whole article on these subjects but these issues have mostly already been addressed by more qualified people than myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E) The dread.&amp;nbsp; The doubt.&amp;nbsp; This could really be it.&amp;nbsp; The last train for marriage-ville.&amp;nbsp; I'm not getting any younger.&amp;nbsp; This guy is attracted to me.&amp;nbsp; He'd probably take good care of me.&amp;nbsp; If I don't agree to go with him...&amp;nbsp; there's a good chance no one else will ever ask me.&amp;nbsp; I could be doomed to spinster-hood!!!!!&amp;nbsp; In the infamous words of Mr. Collins of Pride and Prejudice fame "...You should take it into further consideration that, in spite of your manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F) The decision.&amp;nbsp; The "breaking it off."&amp;nbsp; Is it really breaking it off if it never even starts?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G) Then the guilt.&amp;nbsp; I probably really hurt this guy's feelings.&amp;nbsp; Now I feel like an ice queen.&amp;nbsp; Am I incapable of love?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; H) Back to the single life.&amp;nbsp; Except now I feel even more single than ever. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I) Then the self questioning. "God, why did You allow this to happen?"&amp;nbsp; For me, this is one of the hardest parts.&amp;nbsp; As Jessie Brown says in Cranford "It's not the despair that hurts, but the hope."&amp;nbsp; Even if your hope never materializes into the feelings you hope it will... the disappointed hope can still leave a bruise that may take a long time to heal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A friend said to me the other day "God will allow our desires (even good ones) to be tested."&amp;nbsp; This is so true!&amp;nbsp; False start relationships can be discouraging, believe me I know!&amp;nbsp; But, it's always better to look on the bright side.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful for the experience!&amp;nbsp; Be thankful that God is working in you!&amp;nbsp; Be thankful that you made the right decision!&amp;nbsp; Know that God doesn't walk us through darkness for no reason.&amp;nbsp; He tests us because He loves us.&amp;nbsp; Every test and trial we go through is one more test or trial behind us.&amp;nbsp; Don't give up!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If there's three things I want you to understand they would be these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Just because a guy wants to start a relationship with you doesn't mean he's the one.&amp;nbsp; I consider marriage a very serious decision to be made.&amp;nbsp; A possible relationship should be seriously considered.&amp;nbsp; But, don't fall into the way of thinking that a possible relationship is automatically THE relationship.&amp;nbsp; If there's a perfect man out there for you, there are no rules saying he has to be the first to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trust your gut instincts.&amp;nbsp; God will not ask you to marry someone you don't love or feel right about.&amp;nbsp; If he really is the one for you God will make it clear to BOTH of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't allow yourself to doubt.&amp;nbsp; There's nothing wrong with you.&amp;nbsp; Everything in our lives should contribute to our growth.&amp;nbsp; And God will use any situation to draw you closer to Him.&amp;nbsp; And there IS a perfect someone for you somewhere out there.&amp;nbsp; Don't get discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many girls will never have to deal with this sort of thing.&amp;nbsp; But, I also know that some of us will.&amp;nbsp; Please don't give up hope or feel alone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in happy endings.&amp;nbsp; If it's not happy... it's not the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-8119539072319613586?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8119539072319613586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=8119539072319613586' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8119539072319613586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8119539072319613586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-mr-wrong.html' title='Hello Mr. Wrong'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-6286931091422232464</id><published>2009-10-19T06:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:00:05.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Haul</title><content type='html'>Shopping at Borders after church on Sunday. :)&amp;nbsp; First a yummy lunch at Panera during which Debi and Katie and I yacked about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/StuDC-SWLuI/AAAAAAAACeg/bEybs7CjWOI/s1600-h/boxcar+children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/StuDC-SWLuI/AAAAAAAACeg/bEybs7CjWOI/s320/boxcar+children.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I'd like to know who read this book as a child.&amp;nbsp; If you have, leave me a comment.&amp;nbsp; I'd forgotten how much I loved it.&amp;nbsp; I probably haven't read it in 18 years, but as I looked at the cover it all came flooding back to me.&amp;nbsp; The characters, plot line, funny stories... the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; Man, I loved that book.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping my little brother Luke will love it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Body in the Library by Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/StuDAK7WVPI/AAAAAAAACeY/0cDSMSpvDJQ/s1600-h/body.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/StuDAK7WVPI/AAAAAAAACeY/0cDSMSpvDJQ/s320/body.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ordinarily I like to buy my Agatha Christie books in lots from E-bay.&amp;nbsp; I can get 10+ books usually for about a dollar a book.&amp;nbsp; I don't worry about getting duplicates of books I already own because usually these books are old and sometimes in very bad condition.&amp;nbsp; So, I keep the one that's in the best condition.&amp;nbsp; If I have two that are in good condition I'll give one away.&amp;nbsp; Or, keep saving them until I have enough to sell my own lot on E-bay.&lt;br /&gt;But, back on the subject.&amp;nbsp; I picked this one up because I really want to read it.&amp;nbsp; *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy was playing guitar in the coffee shop while we book browsed.&amp;nbsp; He sounded amazing, so once I'd found what I was looking for I peeked around the corner to watch him work his magic.&amp;nbsp; And it was.&amp;nbsp; Just. Like. Magic.&amp;nbsp; Fingers flying.... For some reason watching such genius at work made my heart happy.&amp;nbsp; I decided to walk away before someone noticed the goofy grin on my face and classified me as a lunatic.&amp;nbsp; I was having &lt;a href="http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-review-august-rush.html"&gt;August Rush&lt;/a&gt; type feelings.&amp;nbsp; August Rush, by the way.... I.... LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Katie was done shopping I dragged her over to "see this guy playing guitar, it's amazing" but she got distracted by another genius musician who happened to be walking through the bookstore and stopped to chat with her.&amp;nbsp; Oh, the life of a talented musician who knows other talented musicians...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-6286931091422232464?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6286931091422232464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=6286931091422232464' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6286931091422232464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/6286931091422232464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-haul.html' title='Book Haul'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/StuDC-SWLuI/AAAAAAAACeg/bEybs7CjWOI/s72-c/boxcar+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-1259995739694595634</id><published>2009-10-16T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:05:06.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do Hard Things'/><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just got an e-mail from Amazon.com telling me two very cool things.&amp;nbsp; 1) That the books I pre-ordered a month ago were shipped yesterday which means I should be getting them early next week.&amp;nbsp; Three books I've been anxious to read for...&amp;nbsp; well, ever since I knew they were going to be published.&amp;nbsp; And 2) That one of the books went down in price after I ordered it and Amazon charged me the decreased price.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that sweet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I read &lt;a href="http://www.katedicamillo.com/books/tale.html"&gt;The Tale of Despereaux.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; This in itself was a huge step towards conquering my murophobia.&amp;nbsp; Reader do you know what murophobia is?&amp;nbsp; I will tell you.&amp;nbsp; FEAR OF MICE.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; The phrase "Despereaux scurried across the floor" sends shivers down my spine.&amp;nbsp; I have not completely conquered the phobia.&amp;nbsp; But, reading the book was certainly an overcoming experience.&amp;nbsp; In other semi-related news, I loved the book!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quest.&amp;nbsp; Say it, Reader.&amp;nbsp; Say the word 'quest' out loud.&amp;nbsp; It is an extraordinary word, isn't it?&amp;nbsp; So small, yet so full of wonder, so full of hope."&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/ingridlaw/Site/SAVVY.html"&gt;Savvy&lt;/a&gt; last night by Ingrid Law.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to a wedding today.&amp;nbsp; The wedding isn't until 4:30 and I have the whole day off work!&amp;nbsp; I have all day to make myself beautiful!&amp;nbsp; HA!&amp;nbsp; So, I'll probably still read until the last minute and then throw some makeup on before I rush out the door.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Bible Study group started reading Do Hard Things.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to being inspired by the message even though it's geared towards teens and I'm, um, not a teen.&amp;nbsp; Actually no one in my group is a teen.&amp;nbsp; Ok, one teen. The rest of us are in our mid-20s to 30s.&amp;nbsp; But, we can still be inspired by a book about rebelling against low expectations, right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a green face.&amp;nbsp; It's a Mint-Juniper Facial Mask.&amp;nbsp; And I love it.&amp;nbsp; But, my sisters like to mock scream when they see me wearing it.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like bursting into song "I think i'll try defying gravity!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evidently I have nothing more interesting to say.&amp;nbsp; Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-1259995739694595634?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1259995739694595634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=1259995739694595634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1259995739694595634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/1259995739694595634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7463132209446395362</id><published>2009-10-15T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:36:03.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stories are &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Light is precious in a world&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so dark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-The Tale of Despereaux, Kate DiCamillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7463132209446395362?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7463132209446395362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7463132209446395362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7463132209446395362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7463132209446395362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-7726434475936709621</id><published>2009-10-02T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:50:28.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I believe in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Endings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If it's not happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not the end! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-7726434475936709621?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7726434475936709621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=7726434475936709621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7726434475936709621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/7726434475936709621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-endings.html' title='Happy Endings'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-8955172215499783277</id><published>2009-10-01T06:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:16:36.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly book lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>September Book List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;84.&amp;nbsp; Among the Barons by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/b&gt;- (****) &lt;i&gt;Fourth installment in the Shadow Children series.&amp;nbsp; Pretty good.&amp;nbsp; Kind of a lot happened in just one short book, but I kept up with it fairly well, which is a sign of a good author.&amp;nbsp; Lots of double crossings and not knowing who's on what side.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to book 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;85.&amp;nbsp; Among the Brave by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/b&gt;- (*****) &lt;i&gt;Fifth Shadow Children book.&amp;nbsp; You've probably realized by now (as have I) that I like this series.&amp;nbsp; Among the Brave is one of my favorites I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;86.&amp;nbsp; The Children on the Top Floor by Noel Streatfeild&lt;/b&gt;- (***) &lt;i&gt;Very cute and loveable in typical Noel Streatfeild style.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.&amp;nbsp; The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;/b&gt;- (****) &lt;i&gt;Reviewed &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/%3C/i%3Ehttp://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-review-hunger-games.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HERE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;88.&amp;nbsp; Among the Enemy by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/b&gt;- (***)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I like these books in case you couldn't tell already.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to say EVERYONE should read them, because obviously they're not going to be some people's cup of tea.&amp;nbsp; But, you might want to at least give the first one a try and see if you like it.&amp;nbsp; 'Cause I really did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;89.&amp;nbsp; Among the Free by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/b&gt;- (***) &lt;i&gt;Nice ending to the series. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;90.&amp;nbsp; The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/b&gt;- (***) &lt;i&gt;Um... I had a hard time getting through this book.&amp;nbsp; This time was actually my 2nd attempt.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what it is...&amp;nbsp; I was interested in the plot, and it's very well written.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping the next 2 books pick up the pace a little though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;91.&amp;nbsp; The Giver by Lois Lowry&lt;/b&gt;- (****) &lt;i&gt;Interesting...&amp;nbsp; Thought provoking and somewhat disturbing.&amp;nbsp; I'm interested to read the others in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;92.&amp;nbsp; Roses for Mama by Janette Oke- &lt;/b&gt;(***)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Sweet.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;93.&amp;nbsp; Passenger to Frankfurt by Agatha Christie&lt;/b&gt; -(**)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;*YAWN*&amp;nbsp; Is this plot going anywhere?&amp;nbsp; I hung out to the end of the book because I kept expecting it to get better, or maybe for the whole thing to make sense. I guess it did all make sense in the end, but the entire plot lacked in anything thrilling.&amp;nbsp; I hate to rate my favorite author so low, but this book is proof that even the best don't always have such brilliant ideas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;94.&amp;nbsp; Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry-&lt;/b&gt; (***) &lt;i&gt;First of all the title is just amazing.&amp;nbsp; Don't you think?&amp;nbsp; The art work on the cover was blah, though.&amp;nbsp; As for the story, it took me a while to get into it.&amp;nbsp; But, I did enjoy it in the end.&amp;nbsp; Highly Predictable plot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;95.&amp;nbsp; Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine&lt;/b&gt; - (****)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Very cute and sweet Cinderella re-telling. If you object to fantasy be warned this... is a fairy-tale.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;96.&amp;nbsp; The Family at Caldecott Place by Noel Streatfeild&lt;/b&gt; - (****)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Typical Streatfeild= sweet, adorable, resourceful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22868013-8955172215499783277?l=beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8955172215499783277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22868013&amp;postID=8955172215499783277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8955172215499783277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22868013/posts/default/8955172215499783277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccaflowershopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-book-list.html' title='September Book List'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421527245037975857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixKq5VjzC-8/TQlOHh0vWXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/9RayHMFO3Ao/S220/winter%2Bprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22868013.post-632932171537243447</id><published>2009-09-29T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:33:32.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love fall and I love pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DO cook with pumpkins, but my favorite thing to do with pumpkins is decorate with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some fun ways to dress up plain pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use tape to make a design on your pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; Remember that the design you make will be a &lt;i&gt;negative&lt;/i&gt; of the finished product.&amp;nbsp; You'll be decorating on the un-taped parts of the pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; So, wherever you put the tape will be pumpkin colored when you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div st
