<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624</id><updated>2012-01-08T09:08:15.529-06:00</updated><category term='blogger'/><category term='beta'/><title type='text'>LIFE AS IS</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/jenn.macainag/RU2QfiFfABI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OIhT8d8K4O8/BlogTitle.jpg"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-8896769288272113732</id><published>2008-11-15T23:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:32:22.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been more than 7 months since I've been to 'church'. Tomorrow, I will be going to one.  I have to admit, I'm a little 'nervous' and a lot excited. I don't really know what to expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels to be on this side... Things have sure changed for me in the past year and a half...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-8896769288272113732?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8896769288272113732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=8896769288272113732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8896769288272113732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8896769288272113732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-been-more-than-7-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-1734578395517452790</id><published>2008-03-21T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:40:28.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been seven and a half years since I last used these words... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Please accept this as a formal notice of my resignation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;".&lt;/span&gt; My boss has just announced to the rest of my team that I'm leaving the company.... Today my emotions are all over the place, my heart is beating faster, my stomach is turning, and my hands are jittery. To top it all, we're experiencing a snow storm, it's supposed to be the 2nd day of Spring?! Oh, what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-1734578395517452790?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1734578395517452790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=1734578395517452790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/1734578395517452790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/1734578395517452790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-seven-and-half-years-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-2968959248397516058</id><published>2008-02-18T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:29:14.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2026/2274710603_91cd8977b0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2026/2274710603_91cd8977b0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a long, cold, and dreary winter here in Madison. Good time to stay put, keep warm, bulk up, replenish, and regroup. Really looking forward to the next season where all of these 'work' will be put into play. Soon enough Spring will be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-2968959248397516058?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2968959248397516058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=2968959248397516058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/2968959248397516058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/2968959248397516058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-been-long-cold-and-dreary-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-8475513780648520588</id><published>2007-09-20T15:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:25:20.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the LORD is to be praised." Psalm 113:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1413778661_5e4d8925ff_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1413778661_5e4d8925ff_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-8475513780648520588?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8475513780648520588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=8475513780648520588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8475513780648520588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8475513780648520588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-rising-of-sun-to-place-where-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1413778661_5e4d8925ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-7515225020264626093</id><published>2007-09-10T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:40:35.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been a month since I've last posted - my bad. It's not due to lack of things to write about, it's just that the past couple of weeks has been crazy. But this early morning, 3am to be exact, somehow I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. What else is there to do but update the blog, right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've been up to lately... other than sailing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of August ended by moving to my own apartment. Thanks to my friends in LaCrosse (JJ, Joy, Joel, Becky, Mike, Glenn, Bing, Miranda, Sara, Anita) and Madison (Nobregas, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1299/1379045130_f7b8e71f22_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1299/1379045130_f7b8e71f22_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reynolds, Jeff, Matt, Sara), the move went smoothly. Of course, I was worried that there wouldn't be enough hands to do the work. But, God provided and my friends delivered. He even brought a couple from LaCrosse to help out in Madison. How sweet is that?! I am enjoying my new place - somewhat of a change from owning a house but it will do for now! It is right next to the bike trail that leads to downtown and the capitol plus shops and restaurants are right below my building. What more can I ask for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IronMan competition was in MadTown last weekend! A bunch of crazy people were swimming, biking, and running all day for the race. I got a chance to watch from the lake for the swim portion and it was amazing!! At 6 in the morning, the water was calm with a glassy surface as the sun rose from the east. Fifty minutes later, there were man-made white caps and waves that&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1211/1355171809_6388032423_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1211/1355171809_6388032423_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; overtook the water as the athletes jumped into the lake. What a sight! As a kayak volunteer I helped out directing swimmers to get back into track. Then at the very end, I got to follow the last swimmers and cheer them on to the finish line. I couldn't help but be inspired by what they would go through to push and define their limits. Deep inside I was wishing that I was as crazy as them and that I would be doing this too. I'm sure to these athletes this doesn't come easy - Yes, the race day is tough but even tougher is the day to day discipline and dedication in training for the race. This reminds me of life in general... our Creator has created us  in the likeness of God - more than just what we define as a 'normal man'. How does that look, exactly? Well, Jesus lived this life for us. I would look at him and say 'He's crazy - I can't do that'. But, if I am to live for what I'm created for then I'll have to believe that this is possible. I will have to discipline myself in training to become more like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be crazy enough to be an IronMan but I'm crazy enough to be a follower of Jesus. I can pass on an day race but I cannot pass on the race of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-7515225020264626093?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7515225020264626093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=7515225020264626093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7515225020264626093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7515225020264626093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-been-month-since-ive-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-47841555874955051</id><published>2007-08-14T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:58:23.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that I can sew and stitch?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stopped by at &lt;a href="http://matcmadison.edu/matc/"&gt;MATC &lt;/a&gt;to participate in making a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spinnaker"&gt;spinnaker&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't think I had much to offer other than a pair of free hands but not before long, I was running parts of the sail through the sawing machine!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1145/1112525326_82a37afcc9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1145/1112525326_82a37afcc9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part about this experience was that I met a bunch of new sailors and got to work with some instructors from the sailing club. On land, we were on equal footing and it felt good! At one point, I even got an honorary tech plus rating from one of them. Too bad it doesn't count on the water. I could have sewed all night to becoming a fleet captain :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what a pair of free hands can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-47841555874955051?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/47841555874955051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=47841555874955051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/47841555874955051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/47841555874955051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-would-have-thought-that-i-can-sew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-4772312726798357642</id><published>2007-08-08T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:06:35.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1001/1057742462_9aa73f0cdf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1001/1057742462_9aa73f0cdf_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been sailing a lot lately. In fact if, if I'm not in the house, I can only be in 2 other places and one of them would be the lake (hopefully on a boat). Sailing has become an obsession. When I'm done with my lessons, I come home at night thinking about tacks and jibes, imagining how I can do them better next time. When I see a rope lying around, I would pick it up and practice knot tying. The other day, I ordered my sailing books from Amazon and since then I've been checking the mail, everyday, if the package has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession is such a tricky thing. It breaks the rule of "doing things in moderation" and you know what happens when you don't do things in moderation?! I must say though that the sweet thing about being obsessed is that it gets me to focus on one thing and all the energy that I have is poured into that. I get things done quickly and have lots of  fun and adventure in the process. In return, it is this adventure that fuels my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just be obsessed about the right things then I would be able to accomplish so much more. But then again, can I really control the 'object' of my obsession? Or, will it be too late because once it's labeled then it already is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the God of all things, I pray that you guide my path.&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/17768624-4772312726798357642?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4772312726798357642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=4772312726798357642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4772312726798357642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4772312726798357642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-sailing-lot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-4323762469917495806</id><published>2007-07-10T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:46:06.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a group of church planters in the Madison and Stoughton area got together for some food, fellowship, and (ultimate)Frisbee. We ate, we ran, we sweat, and we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-2f.slide.com&amp;channel=648518346342611503&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=47&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=648518346342611503&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/648518346342611503/be_t047_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=47&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=648518346342611503&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p2/648518346342611503/be_t047_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of Week 8!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-4323762469917495806?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4323762469917495806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=4323762469917495806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4323762469917495806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4323762469917495806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-group-of-church-planters-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-1862854666484287539</id><published>2007-06-09T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:39:41.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I love to travel, I thought this was a neat widget. In the past 3 weeks I've visited Turkey, Jamaica, and Costa Rica while staying in Madison!! If you want to know more check out this link... &lt;a href="http://newcommunity.wordpress.com/the-world-in-the-city/"&gt;the world in the city&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="213" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.travbuddy.com/flash/countries_map.swf?id=640437" height="213" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.travbuddy.com/flash/countries_map.swf?id=640437" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#372060" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.travbuddy.com/flash/countries_map.swf?id=640437" quality="high" bgcolor="#372060" width="400" height="213" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #372060; text-align: center; width: 399px; border-left: 1px solid #372060;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travbuddy.com/widget_map.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.travbuddy.com/images/widget_map_promote.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-1862854666484287539?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1862854666484287539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=1862854666484287539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/1862854666484287539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/1862854666484287539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/since-i-love-to-travel-i-thought-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-60326919683051630</id><published>2007-06-04T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:41:08.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've moved to Madison. Two weeks ago, with the help of my friends, I packed a midsize U-Haul trailer with some of my stuff, pulled it accross I-90 and drove to Madison, WI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome thing about being new in town is that somehow, I feel like I have a license to explore and try new things. If it doesn't work out or if it turns out to be a bad idea, it's OK. Time and effort not wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the stuff that I've done so far...&lt;br /&gt;1. Found BestBuy - a 30 minute errand turned into a 2 hr tour - got lost on the way home but found Barnes and Nobles.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rode with a bike club - on the 2nd small hill I thought I was going to run out of air, in my lungs not my tires, did I mentioned that this was their intro group?!&lt;br /&gt;3. Started exploring different kinds of food. The first week was Turkish, last week was Jamaican, this week is still TBD. This is turning out to be really fun. Check out this site for our version of '&lt;a href="http://newcommunity.wordpress.com/the-world-in-the-city/"&gt;where in Madison are Jenn and Juli&lt;/a&gt;?'.&lt;br /&gt;4. Served at the food pantry and met some people - what a humbling experience.&lt;br /&gt;5. Biked around Lake Monona... or at least half way around it. The trail said 'Lake Loop' but somewhere along the way the trail was going farther and farther away from the lake so I turned back instead.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to the farmers market around the capitol building and ALMOST milked a cow.&lt;br /&gt;7. Got lost driving around town...over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joy of unfamiliarity with everything around me! The freedom in not having a schedule or appointments to keep other than the day to day work that needs to be done. The excitement in each and every activity, even in those that seemed mundane. The new perspective that each day brings. This is something to be cherished, nothing to be rushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if you know something that I must do or at least try in this town send me a note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-60326919683051630?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/60326919683051630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=60326919683051630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/60326919683051630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/60326919683051630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-ive-moved-to-madison.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-8863639126415656833</id><published>2007-05-28T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:29:36.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ewan ko lang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but everytime I tell a non Tagalog(Filipino) speaking person that I can speak in a different language, Tagalog, they always want me to say something... even though they won't be able to understand what the heck I'm talking about?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-8863639126415656833?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8863639126415656833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=8863639126415656833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8863639126415656833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8863639126415656833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/05/ewan-ko-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-4602059941416474528</id><published>2007-03-15T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:59:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next week I'm getting all my wisdom teeth pulled. I've always wondered why those teeth way back in my mouth are called 'wisdom' teeth. Do you know why they are called that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that when everything is said and done all that will be taken are my 4 back teeth. I'm not quite ready to part with my 'wisdom'. I don't have enough to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-4602059941416474528?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4602059941416474528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=4602059941416474528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4602059941416474528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4602059941416474528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/next-week-im-getting-all-my-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-5144884598671626609</id><published>2007-03-03T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:20:35.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March is here and that only means one thing - March Madness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference tournaments have already started... Duke, the only undefeated team just lost to NCState.... what will happen next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss next weekend's selection Sunday! Start thinking about your brackets. Last year's big winner was Glenn. Who will it be this year? I will be sending out the e-mail invite next week so make sure you sign up and join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a place to watch the games, come on over, chances are I'll be watching them too!!  although I might be working at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the month of March, it only comes ones a year. Once the ball goes up, anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go UCONN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-5144884598671626609?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5144884598671626609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=5144884598671626609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/5144884598671626609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/5144884598671626609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-is-here-and-that-only-means-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-6717396578272971137</id><published>2007-03-02T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:56:52.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got a sweet surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work ready to shovel snow only to find out that the front walk has already been shoveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks neighbor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-6717396578272971137?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6717396578272971137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=6717396578272971137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/6717396578272971137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/6717396578272971137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-got-sweet-surprise-i-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-2812730738711429054</id><published>2007-02-20T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:19:20.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This past weekend I did a missions trip down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday night I packed my car and drove 2 hrs to meet up with my team in Madison, WI. Note that the temperature outside didn't get any warmer as one would expect from heading south. Friday night set the tone for the whole weekend. Kate led worship using the passage from Psalms 73:22-28. The last verse says... ' But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge; I will tell of all your deeds.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/397014327_b4bb4024d0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/397014327_b4bb4024d0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday came, Gene prepared an awesome breakfast then gave us instructions on what we will be doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; distributing 1000 door hanger invites in the neighborhood while praying for each house. Then he proceeded to encourage us by telling the story from the early days of Cornerstone where after a mass mailing, a couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; came to received Christ. After that pep talk, 6 year old Spencer wanted to read a passage in Luke. Juli looked it up and it turned out to be the parable of the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shepherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... he left the 99 of his sheep who were safe and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; looked for the 1 that was missing... after he found it, he celebrated. Talk about a God moment! Half an hour later a group from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mauston&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Janesville&lt;/span&gt; arrived to help us distribute the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fliers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;In spite&lt;/span&gt; of the frigid condition, we went out to invite our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; neighbors and prayed blessings on them. Here's another God moment for me... I would say about myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a heart for God, I have a heart for the church, I have a heart for mission, and I have a heart for my team, BUT my heart was not particular to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Northside&lt;/span&gt; Madison. After praying for this community as I walked around the neighborhood I could not help but catch a glimpse of God's love for these people. Before the end of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the afternoon, I have developed a heart for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/397015411_421380d4fa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/397015411_421380d4fa_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday came and it was time to prepare for the service. This was the first time in a service that half of us were here as part of the team, although from where I stood you would have never guess that. Everyone including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the kids knew what they should be doing. Me, I found myself observing what was going on, the only thing that I really had to do was make 36 cups of coffee. The service started, friends and families from the neighborhood and other churches came to join us in worship. By 11:30am the service was done, chairs were put aways and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;building was close. But the church kept on going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the group went out to lunch but Juli and I went to meet one of her friends at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; restaurant. In my 7 years of residence here in WI, this is the first time I'm meeting somebody who is Filipino. Honestly, I was more anxious about this than distributing door hangers. This meeting turned out to be awesome due to a couple of things... one, because she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Filipina&lt;/span&gt; that's always a plus on my book... two, the conversation was not awkward even though I didn't know her.... three, she shared about her involvement in the community which was what we were curious about... and lastly, Juli was there with me and that makes a ton of difference. Not before long, between Juli and I, our opportunities to get plugged in our community just opened up. Don't be surprise if you hear one day that I'm running a basketball clinic and Juli is running for a seat in congress :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was a fun night. We celebrated Gene and Becky's February birthdays. The kids kicked us out of the house and everybody celebrated the time apart in our own ways. Over dinner Gene presented a complete campaign for the church plant, from scheduling to marketing to advertising!  Even though he was oozing out of ideas, we had to stop the bleeding and put the plug. It was getting late, time to head home and be with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came and I was exhausted. After playing out on the snow and throwing football with the Reynolds I headed back north to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LaCrosse&lt;/span&gt;,WI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends my weekend missions trip. I look forward to the day when this becomes my day to day life. But until then, this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17768624-2812730738711429054?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2812730738711429054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=2812730738711429054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/2812730738711429054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/2812730738711429054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-past-weekend-i-did-missions-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-8779436732755877485</id><published>2007-02-06T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:32:37.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Have you ever felt like a burrito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature here in Wisconsin has dipped in the negatives in the past couple of days and I haven't done much, outside of work, other than stay inside my house. Once I get home, I immediately proceed to wrap myself with a blanket then off to the red couch to lounge. Describing the current weather here as freezing is an understatement. Like a burrito I try to stay 'tucked' but once in a while I do get un-wrapped, like when the phone rings or when it's time to get something to eat. I didn't really know where I was going with this so I'll just end it here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-8779436732755877485?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8779436732755877485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=8779436732755877485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8779436732755877485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/8779436732755877485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-felt-like-burrito.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-4773303186467487078</id><published>2007-01-30T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:45:39.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yippeee, I've filed my income tax!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Need I say more?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-4773303186467487078?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4773303186467487078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=4773303186467487078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4773303186467487078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4773303186467487078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/01/yippeee-ive-filed-my-income-tax.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-7606883028353912927</id><published>2007-01-25T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:51:11.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 2 weeks and I still can't get this song out of my head. I don't know who this was written for but when I think of where my journey with God has been and where it's heading, I can't decribe it any better than this... 'Hanging by a Moment' by Lifehouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing, Starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to where I started, Chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you, Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move, I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all I'm lacking, Completely incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your invitation, You take all of me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know, I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into, Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to lose, There's nothing else to find&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the world, That can change my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-7606883028353912927?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7606883028353912927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=7606883028353912927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7606883028353912927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7606883028353912927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-has-been-2-weeks-and-i-still-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-4271402275845904883</id><published>2007-01-11T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:59:31.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLnjnXro450/RacVvIZemlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/af7ZlePeK5c/s1600-h/indexhero20070109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019004209180088914" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLnjnXro450/RacVvIZemlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/af7ZlePeK5c/s320/indexhero20070109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a gizmophile, I can't help but drool over the new iPhone. Fortunately, it's not available for sale until June of 2007, this should give me enough time to come up with reasons on why I should get one. Maybe by that time owning one will be justified.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. why do I NEED an iPhone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have 3 gadgets that I carry with me all the time, a cell phone, an iPod, and a PDA - it might be a good time to consolidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My cell contract will expire at the end of March - it might be time to switch from SprintPCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It looks cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is not looking good. Help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-4271402275845904883?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4271402275845904883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=4271402275845904883&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4271402275845904883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4271402275845904883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-gizmophile-i-cant-help-but-drool.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLnjnXro450/RacVvIZemlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/af7ZlePeK5c/s72-c/indexhero20070109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-418900956750608275</id><published>2007-01-10T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:12:30.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that makes you wanna go hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor's garage has been in shambles for at least a year. A month ago I saw a sign on it, one of those yellow cardboard from the city, that said 'Condemned'. Last week a construction crew came in and tact new sidings on top of the current wall. Eight hours later, there was a new garage. Or at least on the outside it looks like there was a new garage. Every time a drive by this structure, I always wonder. Why bother? What's the point of having something to store your 'stuff' if you know it can possibly collapse anytime? Why not just build a new garage if you're gonna go through the trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me today that there are times that this is exactly how I go through with my day. I take a shower, put on fresh clothes, wear a smile and go about my day as if everything is fine and dandy. Inside I'm breaking, falling apart, and struggling. God must be asking, why? why bother putting on a facade - when deep inside you know something is not right? Is it easier to deal with the issue than hide it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-418900956750608275?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/418900956750608275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=418900956750608275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/418900956750608275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/418900956750608275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-that-makes-you-wanna-go-hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-851739942967139515</id><published>2007-01-05T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:59:13.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To start the new year I thought I'd post a challenge to myself. This year, I am going to attempt to diligently read the Bible. This not a small feat for me. I like doing things for a small period of time, then I need to move on. I get bored easily. So, in order to increase my chances of success, I've enlisted some of my friends in joining me in this journey and most of them agreed to do so. So far it has worked, I've already gotten e-mails from them checking on me. I know that it has only been 5 days but the outlook is good. My friends are not only checking in on me but also praying for me. I, in return, am doing the same for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is going to be a year to work on disciplining myself, and this  is where I'm starting. We'll see how it will turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-851739942967139515?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/851739942967139515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=851739942967139515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/851739942967139515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/851739942967139515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-start-new-year-i-thought-id-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-4268422069254819072</id><published>2006-12-18T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:56:33.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome volleyball game tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably one of the best that we've played all season. Everyone was hustling to get to the ball. People were hitting left and right. People were committing to the plays and following through. Everyone was talking and communicating. It didn't always looked pretty but we worked out tails getting the ball over. Everyone seemed to be relaxed but focused and having an awesome time. We played the best team in the league and lost but nobody seemed to be down about it. We came close to winning the game and had a blast competing!! Quite a game, quite a journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, this season of my life, has been like the game that I played tonight. Life didn't always look pretty, it wasn' t always fun; there were times when people got hurt and times when people got burned but there were also time when things were clicking and things were working out. This year I had to make big commitments and back out on some; I had to let go of some 'comforts' that I've been accustomed to and accept and enjoy some that I've been entitled to but have been neglecting to recognize. To my own surprise, I actually think that I've been more focused and determined than I've ever been. And, if you've spent some time with me lately, you'll be able to tell that I've been very relaxed! There were things that I've done right and things that didn't go so well but all in all the journey has been sweet and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this season of my life goes on, there will be more challenges to face and games to play. Wins and losses will count for something but it will never count for everything. In the process of becoming... I will learn... I will win... I will fail... I will laugh... I will shed some tears... I will have the adventure of my life. In the end, when all is said and done, then, I will become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-4268422069254819072?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4268422069254819072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=4268422069254819072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4268422069254819072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/4268422069254819072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/12/awesome-volleyball-game-tonight-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-7321589249787564657</id><published>2006-12-04T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:05:03.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/98419454@N00/sets/72157594406368138/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLnjnXro450/RXUZPME1YoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BXoTNbBH1C0/s200/P1010033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004934309622407810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home sweet home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about my trip but nothing can describe it better than the pictures that I've posted. So go ahead and click on the picture to check them out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of my travels: *playing mahjong with dad, joyce, florabel, and jasper; *shopping @ 12am till 3:30am with joyce and jasper on black friday and driving around town singing to an old CD; *falling asleep lying under the sun and drinking pina coladas anytime/anywhere; *going to chichen itza with mom and dad; *finishing a couple of books; *wearing flipflops all day long in November; *having an awesome conversation with Kelli (one of my college roommates) about schedules, community, church, doing missions abroad, and life in general; *hanging out with jen (of jen and jenn from UCONN95)  and heather (my UCONN hiking/biking/bowling buddy) and doing an impromptu road trip to the old stomping ground;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home to WI ain't so bad either. I got to hangout with my crazy friends and play vball tonight with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-7321589249787564657?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7321589249787564657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=7321589249787564657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7321589249787564657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7321589249787564657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-sweet-home-i-could-go-on-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLnjnXro450/RXUZPME1YoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BXoTNbBH1C0/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-3170376494774305589</id><published>2006-11-20T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:00:19.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing about me that I don't hide it's this, I LOVE to travel. I usually try to get out of the country at least once a year but haven't gone anywhere in the past 11 months. Now that the year is closing, my feet are itching, itching to touch international grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to cure this itch, I'll be heading to Mexico!!! I'll be sipping pina colada, working on my tan, and even learn some spanish words in the process. Maybe the next time I speak to my friend Juanita I'll be able to say more than 'Hola'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than traveling to Cancun, what I'm really looking forward to these next couple of days is seeing my family in Connecticut.  Living 1100 miles away from them makes me appreciate them more than ever. We have our quirks and different perspertive on things but when it boils down to it, we still tend to stick together. This year, more than ever, we stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add the icing on the cake, I'll also be hanging out with my old college buddies from UCONN. Oh, how much we've changed and yet stayed the same. Who would have thought we'll be where were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving holiday, I'm thankful for my family and friends in Connecticut and Wisconsin, old and new, young and old. You make my life quite an adventure and my travels meaningful. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-3170376494774305589?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3170376494774305589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=3170376494774305589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/3170376494774305589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/3170376494774305589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-theres-one-thing-about-me-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-5607931913786087982</id><published>2006-11-14T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:15:50.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I've been finding myself in a reflective mode. It could be because 'things' are changing or maybe it's just a sign of getting old-er. Either way, I've been thinking a lot about the my life and what it will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm at, I really don't know how it will turn out. I'm stepping into a new adventure where I don't know where it will lead, all I know is that it's something that I must take. Most of the time I don't even know what the next step will be until I get there then it just presents itself. Honestly, this is somewhat an unusual place for me, I used to always have a plan, not this time. A scary place to be, yet freeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much uncertainty, but I am confident that this is where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were young and thought about what you'd like to be when you grew up? Now that you've grown up is it what you wanted it to be? Would you rather take hold of your life or give it back to the one who has created it? Could it be that life is just 'like a perfect piece of art displayed for all to see'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago I came across a song that I always go back to when I'm in this mood. This is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be&lt;br /&gt;This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine&lt;br /&gt;My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain&lt;br /&gt;And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames&lt;br /&gt;And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams are not the issue here, for thee, the hammer holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow&lt;br /&gt;I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?&lt;br /&gt;And the question still remains, what am I to be?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain&lt;br /&gt;And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames&lt;br /&gt;And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams are not the issue here, for thee, the hammer holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel&lt;br /&gt;This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals&lt;br /&gt;A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain&lt;br /&gt;And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain&lt;br /&gt;And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams are not the issue here, for thee, the hammer holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This task before me may seem unclear&lt;br /&gt;But it, my maker holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hammer Holds by Bebo Norman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17768624-5607931913786087982?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5607931913786087982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=5607931913786087982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/5607931913786087982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/5607931913786087982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/11/lately-ive-been-finding-myself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-7794737743536315824</id><published>2006-11-04T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:19:24.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beta'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noticed the new template that I'm using?! I had too much time on my hand today because I'm sick and stuck in the house so I thought I'd be more productive and play with beta Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta-ing is actually something I don't get to do very often. As a software engineer I tend to be the one sending away beta products for testing. Being on the other side of the equation is quite refreshing. I've crashed my web browser at least 3 times but I haven't gotten to the point of giving up. I'm excited for the developers that created this, seeing your work being used is priceless - but I'm also feeling the pain of testers that are getting stuck. As an engineer my first reaction would be 'user error' but since I didn't create this program I say 'it's definitely a bug!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm liking the new Blogger. I think I'll stick with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-7794737743536315824?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7794737743536315824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=7794737743536315824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7794737743536315824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/7794737743536315824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/11/noticed-new-template-that-im-using-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-116242251668089988</id><published>2006-11-01T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:14.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cornerstonelacrosse/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/276511201_2455c0c8cc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does your community look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture and check it out!&lt;span style=""&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/17768624-116242251668089988?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/116242251668089988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=116242251668089988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/116242251668089988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/116242251668089988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-does-your-community-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-116144931581718139</id><published>2006-10-21T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:14.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/SecondStory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/200/SecondStory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was the reopening of the 2nd Story. It was packed! A couple of local musicians brought their instruments and played their tunes. There were people listening to music, playing games, chit-chating, catching up with 'life', and drinking their choice of beverages; I had my first 2nd Story espresso with a shot of hazelnut. Last night, this was the place to be: 'hot coffee, warm athmosphere, cool people'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a handful of people who casted this vision about 4 years ago, this was a dream come true. If you're one of them and you're reading this, I don't think I need to dig up memories of long hours and long nights that you've put into this. What I do want to remind you is to continue to partner with God and dream big because dreams do come true. 'Your labor is not in vain'. I wished that you could have been there last night and experienced it for yourselves. Know that as I sipped my espresso, I was thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in Lacrosse, WI on a Friday night stop by at the 2nd Story at the corner of State and 5th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-116144931581718139?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/116144931581718139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=116144931581718139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/116144931581718139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/116144931581718139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-night-was-reopening-of-2nd-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-116097857078632175</id><published>2006-10-16T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:14.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/DSC02219.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/400/DSC02219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times!&lt;br /&gt;Good tunes!&lt;br /&gt;Great conversations!&lt;br /&gt;Great company!&lt;br /&gt;Great surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: JJ, Bebo, Jenn, and Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-116097857078632175?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/116097857078632175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=116097857078632175&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/116097857078632175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/116097857078632175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-times-good-tunes-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-115146109925227900</id><published>2006-06-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:14.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/IMG_0805B.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/400/IMG_0805B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent this past weekend with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when our lives were closely knitted. Life seemed so simple back then. We would get together for no special reason. We laughed, we cried, we shared our possesions, our dreams, and our failures. We simply did/lived life, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2-5 years later, here we are, spread out all over the country. Life lived 'together' is taking a different form but the same meaning. Things have definitely changed but somehow for a short period in time, for a weekend, it felt like the 'Good Old Days'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone! I'm looking forward on seeing you again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-115146109925227900?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/115146109925227900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=115146109925227900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/115146109925227900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/115146109925227900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-spent-this-past-weekend-with-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-114964591589778128</id><published>2006-06-06T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I said goodbye to an old friend, the red truck. I got a call this morning about my ad on the paper, the guy came over this afternoon, literally looked at the truck for 5 minutes then wrote me a check for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago, I wanted to learn how to kayak so first I bought a truck then a kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kayak served its purpose, I've used it to float through the streams of the Mi&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ssissippi, survive the storms of Lake Superior, and breeze through the friendlier waters of Lake Michigan. The kayak and I had a ton of adventures and through it I've met a lot of very interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck served a much bigger purpose, which was unknown to me when I first bought it. Through the years it has helped a lot of people move their 'stuff', specially the big ones, couches, swings, washer, dryer, you name it and the truck has moved it. It also became the vehicle of choice when someone is in need of a transportation, not just for a day but sometimes even weeks. The truck became everybody's best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of five years I've learned a lot of lessons through the kayak and the truck, probably the biggest is that there seems to be a bigger purpose in some of the things that we do. We don't always see them right away but given time, that too will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a great ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanted to learn how to kayak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-114964591589778128?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/114964591589778128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=114964591589778128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/114964591589778128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/114964591589778128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-i-said-goodbye-to-old-friend-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-114066758878303150</id><published>2006-02-22T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a bet.... / Signs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out of a meeting tonight I saw my friend BeckyR. By the time our conversation was done we had a bet going. Whomever the first to update their respective blogs twice, gets to be taken to McD's for a fresh batch of large fries. So here's my first attempt to winning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can stop right here and I could argue that this would be considered as an update but why waste the space. So, here it goes... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/hongkong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/hongkong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture about 5 years ago when I was visiting Hong Kong. Supposedly these are signs. Are they still signs even though I can't read them?! They are pretty, eye grabbing, but since I cannot read them, it's not serving its purpose. Or is it? I noticed it enought to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I ask God to give me signs on what I'm supposed to do or where I'm supposed to go. Sometimes I see them and there are times that I totally missed them even though they are right infront of me. There are times that I see them because they are as obvious as the lights on the streets of Hong Kong and yet I don't know what to make of them. If I can only speak God's language... If I can only trust my Translator, I would be on my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/DSC00141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-114066758878303150?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/114066758878303150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/114066758878303150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-113218605636441759</id><published>2005-11-16T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the group that went to Italy. During one of the afternoons, we took an hour drive and ended up and on this town where there was an old coleseum. I would be more specific as to where we went but I don't really know much more other than that. On the way there I fell asleep and before I knew it we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you don't know who the Punds are, can you guess which once are the missionaries that we visited? Probably not, that's because they look just like us and they blend in with the rest of the group. Come to think of it, in some ways are we not all missionaries sent to wherever we are at to reach out far, beyond our comfort zone?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-113218605636441759?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/113218605636441759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=113218605636441759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113218605636441759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113218605636441759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-group-that-went-to-italy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-113168846459679202</id><published>2005-11-10T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/pizza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't talk about Naples without talking about Pizza. I was told that Napoli WAS the birth place of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we got home kinda late, 11pm late. We haven't had dinner so we were going to get pizza. Af&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/pizza2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ter we got home and since it was late some people didn't want to eat anymore. I also heard that we were splitting pizza since it's so huge so I spread that rumor around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza place was right next door to the camp. Ever since the first night Lisa and I have been planning on going there and have a taste. So on the night that we were eating pizza, we tried to walk o&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/pizza2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/200/pizza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ver and follow Jamie. When we got there we couldn't figure out where the entrance was so we started pulling on door handles hoping one would open. Well, the doors were made of glass, so while we were doing doing this, people were staring at us. The street was dark, dogs were barking and we had no where to go. I think Duke (the dog) followed us all the way there. Finally, we decided to just go home and wait for Jamie. It was quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 'eating pizza' story... Well, some people ended up sharing but I ended up having my own pizza. The 2 people that had half pizzas saw mine and gave me crap about it. I admit, I felt bad, but I was hungry and somehow it was funny. Oh, eventually I shared my pizza with one of them so I felt better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-113168846459679202?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/113168846459679202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=113168846459679202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113168846459679202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113168846459679202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2005/11/pizza-i-cant-talk-about-naples-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-113168551250747086</id><published>2005-11-10T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working on the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few pictures that I have where it shows that I was working. I thought I'd include it here just to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/working.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; show that I did work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to this stage took a lot of practice. I knew that the skills that I've learned by working at the Cornerstone building, painting the old Britten house, and painting my own house would come in handy one of this days. Finally, a place to show that I have some skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was sharing at the lunch table one day about this experience. Working on the Punds house brought back a lot of memories of working with Sue and other folks at the building, being with the Rutzs, Brittens, and Pendletons for when we were working on our house projects. Believe it or not, I do enjoy house projects, especially if they are not mine. It was those times that I really got to know the people that I was working with. What else can you do when your painting, scraping, and mudding? Talk. The more I talked to them, the more I listen to their stories, the more I really wanted to get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also what happened in this missions trip, we got to know each other as we worked together.  We got to build relationships, we got to build the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope what we did in Italy would last. I hope that the paint would stick to the wall and not run, the plants will continue grow, the ceiling would hold, the fence would stand, the skylight will keep reflecting light, the leaves falling from the trees would assemble themselves and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I hope that the relationships that we started will last. These are some awesome people that I got to know during this week. It was an honor to serve with them and it is a gift to be called their sister in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-113168551250747086?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/113168551250747086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=113168551250747086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113168551250747086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113168551250747086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2005/11/working-on-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-113168452082382449</id><published>2005-11-10T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is one of my favorite spots in Rome, a cafe/restaurant right on Piazza Navona. I've gone here twice and I think I've taken the exact same picture both times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it would be so cool to just sit in one of these tables and watch people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is it about 'people watching' that ammuses me?! It is like watching TV except I get to create my own story based on what I'm seeing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a circus when we were there. There were people selling toys and they blow bubbles on your face. There were painters, protestors, vendors, and of course, tourists from all over the place. People would just hang out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is it about this place that people were drawn to?! It could be the famous fountain at the center of the courtyard or the obelisk on the other side of the mall. It could also be that people would stop because they see other people there. Maybe they enjoy people watching too, just like I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-113168452082382449?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/113168452082382449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=113168452082382449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113168452082382449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113168452082382449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-spots-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-113166486127289542</id><published>2005-11-10T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/Yo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/Yo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roaming in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/Yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture kinda struck me funny...&lt;br /&gt;Are they just posing or was there something behind me, like a speeding car, and they are trying to get my attention. Well, I survived so it must have not been the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, what was that finger for?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-113166486127289542?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/113166486127289542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=113166486127289542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113166486127289542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113166486127289542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2005/11/roaming-in-rome.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17768624.post-113166281806241524</id><published>2005-11-10T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:11:13.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/1600/DSC01752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3280/1720/320/DSC01752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken in my host family's house in Italy. If you've heard me talk about my trip you've probably heard this story. Here's the gist of it... I was worried that I was going to have a hard time talking to my host family because I didn't speak Italian. But then, the subject of family came up and I showed them a picture of my family. My host mom asked if she could keep it. She wanted to post my picture on her cork board so that she could be praying for my family. She also asked me if I would pray for her brother and sister to believe and follow Jesus. How awesome is that. We don't speak the same language but we pray to the same God! I litteraly have people praying for me and my family all over the world; from Asia to Europe, from the North and South East to the Midwest. I feel blessed!!! It is awesome to be a part of God's family!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17768624-113166281806241524?l=hisjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/feeds/113166281806241524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17768624&amp;postID=113166281806241524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113166281806241524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17768624/posts/default/113166281806241524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisjm.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-taken-in-my-host-familys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062713146104605818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/1258266845_5477e980a5_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
