<?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-5862137224512202564</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:02:22.899-07:00</updated><category term='Presidents'/><category term='moving'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='Christmas time'/><category term='sad'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Just Because'/><category term='Montana times'/><category term='Cool things'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='God'/><category term='Denver'/><category term='what to say'/><category term='Last blog for this site'/><category term='Man in White'/><category term='Grateful'/><category term='what'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Looking forward to'/><title type='text'>That's My Cool News for the Day!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life in a few lines. This is my journey, as I walk and stumble and get up again in God's grace. Every day there is something to be thankful for, every day there is something little or big to share. So here is my cool news for the day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-8938060765676025078</id><published>2011-06-24T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:11:47.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last blog for this site'/><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87dQveQvO6I/TgTFFonazrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tiNXdbkGVZU/s1600/AdamandApril%2B020211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621834935457992370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87dQveQvO6I/TgTFFonazrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tiNXdbkGVZU/s320/AdamandApril%2B020211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I was signing on to my old blog, I signed in under my google account and that password to find that I had started another blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for that blog was because Adam and I were in a contest to win first place for SanDiego.com Real Weddings. We were one of eight finalists! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how many people actually apply for these things. But thanks to my mother in law, I applied and we got in. It was an experience! Let me tell you. For about two weeks we were voted for. But the last weekend to becoming one of three finalists, our votes started shooting up! And I was wondering what the heck! Who is voting for us so much? So I looked and there was this individual Paco-Peco (their Twitter name). When I made mention of them through Facebook, our votes mysteriously slowed down. I think they were embarrassed and they didn't want people stalking them on Twitter. Because when I went back they blocked their twitter account unless you requested their info. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That all to say, to make a long story short, we won a DJ!! That was one item that was huge and probably most expensive! So thank You Lord for that one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of continuing with this blog...I know, I know, I haven't written in it for what two months and before that even longer. I can't promise anything but I will try to keep that one up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my new address: &lt;a href="http://thisguysgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thisguysgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . It's name sake comes from Adam's MYSPACE page (you know Facebook's little brother who just went down by the wayside). He was That Guy...and the story behind that, from what I can recollect from what he told me was that people that he worked with called him "That Guy". So at first, I said I could be that guy's girl but that has such negative connotations that I decided that I would be "This Guys Girl" especially since I will be his girl come October because Lord willing, we will be getting married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my story, that's my good news for the day! Thank you for visiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-8938060765676025078?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/8938060765676025078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=8938060765676025078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8938060765676025078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8938060765676025078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87dQveQvO6I/TgTFFonazrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tiNXdbkGVZU/s72-c/AdamandApril%2B020211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-3114114157758695249</id><published>2011-04-15T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:44:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared photo book from April</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="425" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-5240418408686498261</id><published>2010-06-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:29:57.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man in White'/><title type='text'>Sweet Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/TBz9nGLjeOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fg6SKH1WxDQ/s1600/100_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484537294346221794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/TBz9nGLjeOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fg6SKH1WxDQ/s320/100_0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nala and daddy taking a walk on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484543106734168690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/TB0C5bA1GnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fq-GM1xvwdo/s320/100_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoying the afternoon sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;Honey and Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;I'm his Honey and he is my Sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Together we make "Sweet Honey" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided sometime ago to go to Coronado's Dog Beach. It was such a beautiful day to laze around and enjoy our time together. I miss him and am hoping the time will go fast. God bless the Reagan and the Sailors that are on it; thank You for keeping them safe. Amen!&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/5862137224512202564-5240418408686498261?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/5240418408686498261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=5240418408686498261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5240418408686498261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5240418408686498261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-honey.html' title='Sweet Honey'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/TBz9nGLjeOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fg6SKH1WxDQ/s72-c/100_0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-3833146206442261717</id><published>2009-12-15T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:20:33.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures that made my eyes water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will spare you the long story but I did not have such a good night and I woke up irritated. But when I opened up my e-mail in the morning, I was surprised by these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416300011962206962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SyqQKgHzivI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0lJ3WzrQ_os/s320/Tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At Camp Taji's bone yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416300692872984994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SyqQyItleaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BgT6ftEFeVQ/s320/Tank2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On an old prison wall, I assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken by Adam who is stationed at Camp Taji in Iraq. He will be making his way back to San Diego starting January 10th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-3833146206442261717?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/3833146206442261717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=3833146206442261717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/3833146206442261717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/3833146206442261717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-that-made-my-eyes-water.html' title='The pictures that made my eyes water'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SyqQKgHzivI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0lJ3WzrQ_os/s72-c/Tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-1989842081233969044</id><published>2009-11-23T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:57:47.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver'/><title type='text'>Visiting Denver</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting here in the SLC airport. I have a little bit of a layover, so what better way to spend some of my time by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some pictures to post of the time that I spent in Denver with my cousin, Tonnett and her husband Ron (he technically is my cousin too, by marriage to her, right? Of course!) But until then, I just wanted to write about some of the fun things we did, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first time meeting Tonnett in person. She and her husband came to San Diego several years back and I didn't go to the dinner that my auntie had made in their honor because I think I made plans to hang out with friends or something. I wish now, looking back, that I had taken the opportunity to hang out with them. I'm glad that there is a such a thing as redemption (if I could use that word, it means so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnett and I are Facebook friends, so I have gotten to see pictures and post things on her page every now and then. But it's not the same thing, it's not as personal. I know it's nice to have that connection and all when are unable to see your family and friends but it's nothing like personal contact. Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last month, when I thought I was going to move to Houston, my cousin Alicia, told me that Tonnett would be the best person to talk to. First, she is not a crazy relative, and second, that's where she grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called her and through a series of phone tag, we finally connected. But by then I had already decided not to go to Houston. But I still had her tell me a little bit about it. Not really a positive review at all. It's a big, concrete block. The food is good though. Mmmm, not enough reason for me to go and live. I would probably be an unhappy, fat person. Mmmm, that's okay.  Plus, they have huge flying roaches. (Didn't my mother try to tell me that?) Definitely not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started telling me about Dever. Sounded inviting! Then she invited me to come and visit her and Ron. I was like really? She insisted. I told her that when I did that it would probably be next month (November). She just told me to let her know the dates and we will make plans. As I was talking to her, she reminded me of myself in a little way, just the way she talked. She had (has) such a fun personality! I knew we were related. I couldn't wait to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at my calendar, told her the perspective dates and we set on a number of dates. I called the airlines and we were set. Woo-hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story could get so very long, so it will be a series (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then all I will say now is "Thank You Lord for awesome family, who love You and who are so much fun!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-1989842081233969044?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/1989842081233969044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=1989842081233969044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1989842081233969044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1989842081233969044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/11/visiting-denver.html' title='Visiting Denver'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-6553081353411275535</id><published>2009-11-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:25:56.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful'/><title type='text'>New things</title><content type='html'>So it has been quite awhile since I have written on this blog. Honestly, it was a little painful to write after my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since my last entry I decided NOT to go to Houston. And you know what? That's okay. There are more adventures to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to travel here and there! I feel so blessed that God has totally, I feel, given me the desires of my heart. Even though my travel has mainly been with work but I have taken a few detoures (sp?) of my own, which have included Montana (Idaho and Washington, the states my sister and I stayed and drove through) and now Denver (thanks to Delta for giving me a voucher for giving my seat away, just to wait one extra hour, plus I got to sit in First Class the only seat left on the plane! LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more "business" trip this year, the first week of December. Then after that I look forward to going to Uganda in 2010 or 2011 but I'll looking for 2010. How exciting that would be! My friends Christy and Tad are living there and are in the process of adopting a precious little baby they have nicknamed "Pistachio". While I am there I am also looking forward to going to an orphanage to give a helping hand and loving hug to the many children that are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last several blogs I wrote about the concept of being grateful and putting that into action. I think it's time again. I was encouraged by a program that I heard on Focus on the Family about gratefulness and how fitting now that we are coming upon Thanksgiving. But as a Christian, we are literally commanded, not just encouraged, to rejoice in the Lord always and to always be thankful for it is God's will for us who belong to Christ (I Thessalonians 5:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to be thankful for for these and a lot more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The way that God is apparently working in my friends lives (Hillary giving birth to Camille, Heather and Bill growing closer together in their love for each other as a result of Heather's illness and God's faithfulness, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A praying church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loving parents, who if they see their kids are straying they do not hesitate to confront with a strong loving passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Old friends who you know that will be there even in the different phases of life though it may look different but the love is the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God's pursuing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My job, really, I do have it good despite the sometimes politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next post: that is my cool news for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-6553081353411275535?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/6553081353411275535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=6553081353411275535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/6553081353411275535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/6553081353411275535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-things.html' title='New things'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-5979157835527734949</id><published>2009-09-17T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:10:12.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>You've been chosen!</title><content type='html'>So I have a story to tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in connection with the previous post. So, when I came back to the office, I had a feeling that my boss and manager were not too happy with me. By now they had heard that I had applied for the position in Houston. What were they thinking? Was that a cold shoulder that my manager was giving me? What has been said already? Did she talk to my other co-workers about, asking them did they know about me applying? What was she thinking? I felt so overwhelmed with negative emotion, that I had to step out of the office and call one of my favorite people who use to work in this office with me. After talking with her, I knew I had to go make some apologies, though I felt like I didn't need to be sorry for applying for another position but I felt like I needed to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hoping and praying for courage, I ran after my boss who was on his way out to get a coffee and asked if I could talk with him sometime that day. He said sure and he knew what I wanted to talk to him about (even though I knew it was more that I wanted to say on my part). So later that day, he came around and asked if I wanted to talk, I said "yes". So we went into his office (and though I want to paint this whole picture for you at this moment, the story will be longer than your eyes can handle, longer than the time I have, and longer than my fingers want to type, so I'll get to the point; if you want the longer version, we can talk later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I think he made a phone call to the office I applied for. I didn't go back and ask him if he did or not. Personnel called me the next day but I missed their call because I was testing an applicant. But I was waiting in anticipation to talk to the person who called me. I called them back but being on the west coast, by the time I called, our east coast peeps had gone home for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I called Personnel again and had to leave a message. Several minutes later, they called back. She said, "This is **** from Personnel and I'm calling about the Protective Support Assistant position and I'm letting you know that you have been chosen. I was also wondering if you were still interested in the position?" I said, "yes." "Well then, Congratulations! You'll have 120 days to relocate and we will be calling your SAIC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got off the phone, I had tears smarting my eyeballs and I was like, "REALLY?! Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around to a couple of my co-workers that I had gotten the job! Woo-hoo! Oh my gosh! I walked throughout the day in stunned amazement and a swirling stomach, I couldn't believe my ears. I had to tell my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to wait a little bit to start telling more people. It's a scary but cool opportunity to move! Wow! Now for the adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened all next week and now I am letting you know now, I'm going to Houston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my cool news for the day! Woo-Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be talking to you very soon Hillary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-5979157835527734949?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/5979157835527734949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=5979157835527734949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5979157835527734949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5979157835527734949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/09/youve-been-chosen.html' title='You&apos;ve been chosen!'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-2514377732559359249</id><published>2009-09-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:19:30.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>So I've been in Maryland since Monday, the 31st. The first part was for training, now I'm just having a nice time relaxing at a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, while at training, I went to go check my e-mail in the computer lab. I opened up my inbox to find that my boss had written me. He knows that I'm out of town, so what's up? So I opened up and he was requesting that I call him as soon as I can. Oh boy, what did I do. So right away I called him. He picked up and told me that he had spoken to one of the other bosses from another office (I applied for a position in Houston about a month and a half ago). He gave me high regards and recognition to this boss in Houston. So he told me this, a little dissappointed that I hadn't told him that I had applied and that it would have been to my advantage to do so because he could have given the other boss more information, etc. He really would like to see us spread our wings and try out new places, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, all this to say, I COULD BE MOVING TO HOUSTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my cool news for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-2514377732559359249?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/2514377732559359249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=2514377732559359249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2514377732559359249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2514377732559359249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-2440400801863230177</id><published>2009-08-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:05:21.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>I’ve decided to go on a little tangent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many of you (or not) I tend to get some of my profound thoughts in the bathroom, normally called the Restroom. Some time ago, I finally came to understand why they call it the Restroom. It is a place for you to sit (albeit on the toilet) and think. Well, I’m sure some restrooms actually have couches on where you can sit and ponder (I know some church restrooms do *smile*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my recent excursion to the restroom, I played out this scenario in head and it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boy): Why aren’t you married, yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me): Um, good question. Let me think about that. Could it be because guys like you, ask girls like me why we are not married. And we sit and talk and philosophize about why we are not married and why we haven’t met anybody yet. Could it be that the person sitting in front of your face could possibly be your future spouse? Oh, no, that might be a little awkward, right? We are just friends. That could never work. So we go on through life analyzing, praying, analyzing, waiting, praying and the answer that God gave was right there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boy): *silence* *crickets chirping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not dogging guys because trust me we girls analyze until our tongues go numb and our brains our about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is all to say, (and believe me I am fully talking to myself in this): trust God and take chances, life is short. Love God (He’s awesome!), live free in Christ (sin cuts your life short), love your neighbor (you’d might be surprise what you find), and laugh loud (it’s good for your health)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374721267380421490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SpbYhCTyg3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9kVX1uZvxFQ/s320/balloons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-2440400801863230177?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/2440400801863230177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=2440400801863230177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2440400801863230177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2440400801863230177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/08/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SpbYhCTyg3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9kVX1uZvxFQ/s72-c/balloons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-2864068328654129378</id><published>2009-08-24T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:11:38.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>A new adventure in a familiar place</title><content type='html'>If you have read any of my old posts, you would have read that it was my dream this year to go traveling here and there. Even though I haven't gone to any of the countries that I listed so far, I have gotten to go back and forth to the East Coast, once to the South, and the Northwest (or would Montana be considered the mid-west?). I'm so grateful for the opportunities (even if it involves work) that I have had to go travel and see new sights and meet new people. What a treat! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just got the news today that I'm going to Maryland to take a class at our training center (it really is a beautiful campus). And this time I get to stay at the Residence Inn instead of the Holiday Inn. Yippee! (trust me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may extend my stay and hang out with my friend Sean and his boys this trip around. He's getting his house ready for sale. It looks like he's going to be moving to Texas in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yay!! Another trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my cool news for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373686571877299506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SpMrd1MIdTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ziz4rSf0ITI/s320/my+fav+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-2864068328654129378?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/2864068328654129378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=2864068328654129378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2864068328654129378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2864068328654129378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-adventure-in-familiar-place.html' title='A new adventure in a familiar place'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SpMrd1MIdTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ziz4rSf0ITI/s72-c/my+fav+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-7656242856261605163</id><published>2009-08-21T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:51:03.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana times'/><title type='text'>Home, Home on the Range, where the Deer and the Antelope Play...</title><content type='html'>Awww, Montana! What a beautiful part of the United States it is. I only heard how beautiful it was until I got see it up front for myself. I made a quick decision to go to Montana with my sister to go to her friends' wedding. I was suppose to go last year but that's another story. I'm so glad that I finally got to go. It's called big sky country and that is what it is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547598495204130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So8fk2svQyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yHGJtLPu1j8/s320/montana+beauty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime last summer, I picked up a bridal magazine, because I was in that state of mind at that time and I frivously brought the magazine. Hey I might as well get ideas, I might be getting married sometime soon. I haven't stopped dreaming of the possibilities. In the issue that I brought, their was a couple that got married under the big blue sky on their families ranch. It was beautiful and it had me dreaming especially since I was just talking to a guy that I had know for awhile from those parts and I thought that there was something happening between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, fast forward to this summer on August 1st, Laura and her beloved Cody, got married under the big blue sky. It was lovely! You could see the love in their eyes. So they got married on his parents piece of land and it was hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372546295429140114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So8eZAZlDpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9TFfjV3EsZk/s320/married+in+the+open+fields.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372548265209484066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So8gLqZz0yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s1KiIcjf1nc/s320/bride+and+groom+happy+walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in the process of having their house built on the "piece" of land his parents gave them. That's them walking on their piece of land. A piece is the understatement of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the next day we drove to Cheryls' Master teachers home about an hour or less south of Glacier Park. Needless to say, it was also very beautiful there too. As I sat on a part of their wrap around porch, I imagined myself retiring there or just living there. Why wait until retirement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to make a long story short. As Cheryl and I were saying goodbye to her teacher Denise, she peaked inside our car and saw a binderlett (new word) of CDs. She asked if they were a book on CD or the Bible on CD. We told her the latter. She said that it would be neat to have that while she was gardening or walking on her treadmill. And we smiled and agreed. Cheryl gave her another hug and we said goodbye. As we sat in the car to leave, a lightbulb popped over Cheryl's head (imagine that) and she told me to wait. She took the CD pack (that belonged to my dad, by the way; but he had already copied them to his computer at home) and went back to Denise's garage door and delivered them to her. Cheryl came back to the car a little emotional. We sat in the car and prayed for her teacher friend and her family that they would one day come to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did I get a wonderful taste of Montana, the big sky country, but I also got to taste a little bit of what God has begun to do in someone's life that is searching for Him. (Jeremiah 29:11-14b)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's my cool news for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552266010256594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So8j0ijC5NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lyjO_iF7_n4/s320/montana+walkway+beautiful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5862137224512202564-7656242856261605163?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/7656242856261605163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=7656242856261605163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/7656242856261605163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/7656242856261605163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-home-on-range-where-deer-and.html' title='Home, Home on the Range, where the Deer and the Antelope Play...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So8fk2svQyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yHGJtLPu1j8/s72-c/montana+beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-354304724325075036</id><published>2009-08-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:30:00.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidents'/><title type='text'>I was kissed by a prince...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The day before yesterday my boss came to my desk and told me that if I wanted to, I could take come and take a picture with someone. I said, Okay. He said, "Be sure to dress nicely", to which I thought to myself, "Do I dress like a slob?" This is coming from a man who has complimented me on my dress and when his parents came into town, they also complimented me and he agreed. So I just rolled my eyes and continued with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day came, yesterday, to go take a picture with this very special person. I got ready that morning, making sure I looked decent, put on a smile and rushed out the door (like I usually do on my way to work, at least the rushing out the door part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my two co-workers left around 12:30pm, to make sure we got there at the appointed time of 1:00pm. When we arrived at our destination, we were unsure of where to meet our contact. So with a couple of phone calls, we were finally escorted behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told by our boss to head off to the side of the room to watch the rest of this individuals' interview. I just stood there and took in the scene, wanting to take a picture, waited there in expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the event was over, people started to get into line to meet this person. I was hoping that we weren't forgotten. My boss, came to the spot to where he told us to go and escorted us to several tables for us to take a seat and wait. Wait for 200+ people to take a picture with this individual. So we waited. I chit chatted hear and there, with this person, with that person. I watched this guy who was standing outside the curtained area and thought how boring his job was. He was just standing outside, keeping watch. As we continued to wait, I decided to talk to some of my co-workers who were also working the event. We talked about this and that, and thought what very interesting stories they had. I told one of them that they should write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time came to wait in line. So with my camera ready, sort of (the battery was threatening to be out of power), we made our way through the line. We, well, at least I did some people watching. There we all were waiting to get a picture with this person and get a word in edge wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer we got, the clearer this person was to me. My eyesight is not the greatest, especially with flourescent lights. Bleh! It was then that I asked my boss could we use our camera to take a picture and he blandly said no. Just plain no. How disappointing! He just said to trust him to get us our picture when they come into the office. I said, it's nothing like having it on our own camera. We got even closer and what do you know, there was a crack in the curtain for me to take a picture. So I grabbed my camera and to no avail, I got one blurry picture. It kind of looks like a George Washington painting, with George Washington standing next to a flag, from far away. At least, that's what came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we stepped closer and closer and closer. Finally, it was my turn. He stuck out his hand and I stuck out mine for a handshake. I didn't know what to say. Everything that people wanted me to say to him, came to my mind and I had to find a way to shorten it. So he pulled me to his side so we could take a picture and I quickly said, "You are in our love and prayers." We turned toward the camera and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that he kissed me on my temple and said, "Thank you" with obvious appreciation. He let go of my hand and I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling. And with respect and admiration, I write this. Thank you, Mr. George W. Bush, it was finally very nice meeting you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my cool news for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374032137270525266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SpRlwYmK_VI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YthmqG376KM/s320/Me+and+Mr.+Bush.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-354304724325075036?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/354304724325075036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=354304724325075036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/354304724325075036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/354304724325075036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-kissed-by-prince.html' title='I was kissed by a prince...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SpRlwYmK_VI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YthmqG376KM/s72-c/Me+and+Mr.+Bush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-8017130181557176306</id><published>2009-08-19T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:32:27.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool things'/><title type='text'>So here I am again in transition..</title><content type='html'>As you see my page is in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here for awhile but I got this really cool idea to start up my blog again. One reason is because for a couple of days I started writing down the little (or) big blessings that God gave me that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, on my way to church, I rolled down my window to get some air flowing. Well, I came to a stop light and was waiting for a tiny bit when my light turned green. Out of my peripherial vision, I saw something coming my way and instead of going through the green light, I waited until this thing passed. This car whooshed by, through a red light. I had a flash forward. Just think, if I would have just went through the green light a split second before (because I was late getting to church), I could have been side swiped from the driver's side, end up terribly mangled or dead. The little things people, the little things. Car window rolled down so I could hear the air swishing through this cars body, side peripheral vision so I could see what was coming toward me. Those things I can thank God for. Believe me, I was thanking Him on my way to church for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am starting my blog, "That's my cool news for the Day!" I hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-8017130181557176306?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/8017130181557176306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=8017130181557176306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8017130181557176306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8017130181557176306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-here-i-am-again-in-transition.html' title='So here I am again in transition..'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-112341671728767533</id><published>2009-04-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:11:02.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am His Beloved and He is mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SftzYcJgYrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vKY7s6au4hE/s1600-h/beloved.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330981447633232562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SftzYcJgYrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vKY7s6au4hE/s400/beloved.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SfjShfBqWMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MW42aTRBvvQ/s1600-h/beloved1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5862137224512202564-112341671728767533?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/112341671728767533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=112341671728767533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/112341671728767533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/112341671728767533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-his-beloved-and-he-is-mine.html' title='I am His Beloved and He is mine'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SftzYcJgYrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vKY7s6au4hE/s72-c/beloved.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-1117289374644533028</id><published>2009-04-27T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:33:47.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of travel</title><content type='html'>So here I am about a month later?! Really...I admire those who can keep up with their blog. I really can't all that much since I don't have a home compter hooked up to the internet..oh well, se la vie (spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened. For one I turned 33 on April 21st! I'm movin' on up, to the sky...(think of the Jeffersons). It was a good birthday week! Yes, I say birthday week, because that's how I like to celebrate. A little bit before I turned 25, my dad and I decided to take a trip to go visit our family in Texas. We were gone for about a week and we arrived back on my birthday! So from that time forward, I decided to take at least a week off for my birthday. What a great tradition! I thought every year, I would go somewhere different, whether it be visiting friends or going with friends somewhere. Well, this year, I decided to stay in town and visit with friends or just hang out doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actual birthday, started off kind of weird because I expected to woken up by at least one of my parents (particulary the woman who gave me birth, my mother) wishing me happy birthday. 7 am passed, 8am the church bells rang (I live across from a catholic church), nothing, 9 am I popped out of bed wondering what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like the daughter I am, I called my parents wishing them "Good Morning and it's my birthday, yay!" message on their answering machine. After I left them that message, I sat on my bedroom floor pouting and asking God what happened, pout, pout and it was then that my daddy called! He wished me a happy birthday, reliving the day of my birth 32 years ago (I had to remind him I was now 33, which he exclaimed that he was getting old) and he assured me I was going to be okay at my age. I only thought that at my age he was already married and had 3 children. But it was soooo nice hearing from one of the most important people in my life. Then I talked to Hillary, which was so very wonderfu. It was nice catching up with her. Then from there, I received calls from friends here and there. One of the couple of calls that I received that I found to be funny and cute, was from my Auntie. She was watching Solomon (her grandchild) that day and the message she left along with Solomon was so cute, I had to keep it! She put her phone on speaker and sat at the piano with Solomon by her side and sang "Happy Birthday" to me. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the day went on. I found a cute dress and a pair of shoes at Ross (for those who know  me, "Of course!") and went out to Longboards in Pacific Beach for yummy fish tacos and drinks. Those fish tacos were DELICIOUS! The people who came included Jaime and Brenda (who is about to pop with a child, if she already hasn't), my sister, Jeanna, Valerie, and Cherry's boyfriend, Jeff. We had such a good time! Laughter filled the air and it came from our hearts, not the drinks, really *clearing throat*. Afterwards, Cherry, Jeff, and I walked to Coldstone to get ice cream. When we got there, it was not yet 10pm and the lady had closed the store. "Hellooo?" We stood there for less than a minute when lo and behold she came to the door and opened it for us. How cool!! So we got our ice creams, yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home fat and happy and had a great sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was going to include laundry. I don't think I got to that. But I did go down to Chula Vista to go to the library and then I called my friend Maria's brother to see if he was available to do a tattoo that I have been wanting to get. He said that he wasn't but we could set up a near future date. He said that he would e-mail me. Then I called Maria to see what she was up to. We ended up renting the most depressing movie but eating some good food. It was a good day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked my boss the day before if I could take another day off. He said, "Happy Birthday! Of course! Enjoy your time off!" And that I did. So with another day to go celebrating my birthday, I celebrated yet another birthday week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with the title of the post you ask? Well, the traveling that I have dreamed of doing this year is coming true in parts. Even though the first two trips are for work, they are trips nonetheless. Because while I am not working I can do other things, like explore or go out to dinner with a friend. So I will be going to Maryland in about a week! And in June, I will be going to Atlanta! I always wanted to go to Atlanta and now I get to! Possibly, I will be going to Montana with Cheryl in August for a friend's wedding. It will probably be a bittersweet trip but nonetheless, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm off for now until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-1117289374644533028?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/1117289374644533028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=1117289374644533028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1117289374644533028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1117289374644533028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dream-of-travel.html' title='I dream of travel'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-6475739880756418431</id><published>2009-03-24T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:21:54.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><title type='text'>Colds and Comedy</title><content type='html'>I need a good laugh right now. A nice, deep within hearty laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presently have a cold, that I thought was going away. It's now going on two weeks. Right now I'm on Dayquil Cold and Flu and it seems to be helping me currently. That's a good thing but what I need is a laugh. Too bad you can't buy those :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school I did a research paper on the effects of laughter and Norman Cousins was a great resource that I used. He did a study on himself of the effect of laughter on an illness. He himself suffered from heart disease and a form of arthritis. According to his study he found laughter to be a form of anethesia and he was pain free for at least two hours. (info found on Wikipedia) It's something about endorphins. God knew what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me, I love to laugh. And I have a pretty loud laugh too. I've been know to bust people's eardrums out...okay not that bad, but I knew I had an effect everytime my sisters would cover their ears, whine at me to stop, and give me an ugly look or when people who were sitting by me would jump. (That puts a smile on my face just thinking about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sick and it would so easy for me to have a bad attitude, which does not help one get better by the way, it just makes them feel worst. It's amazing how for granted I take breathing out of both nostrils. As it is I'm freely breathing from one, thank goodness; so I'll be happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look for something to laugh at today even it's something I envision in my head. You know laughter really does do a body good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-6475739880756418431?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/6475739880756418431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=6475739880756418431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/6475739880756418431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/6475739880756418431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/03/colds-and-comedy.html' title='Colds and Comedy'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-1943798462738850178</id><published>2009-03-09T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:54:06.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to say'/><title type='text'>Why ask "why"?</title><content type='html'>This is not going to be a deep post but it's been awhile since I've written, so I thought I should. I had a super long post about my date with the Marine, Dwight that is, but that post is still on hold. Another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Have you ever gone through times of questionings, endless analysis and afterwards you may feel better or you may not and the cycle starts over again. Well where do we start and where do we end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I know that God is in control and things will work out the way they are suppose to but way too many times, I imagine how those things will work out- kind of like going ahead of Him and figuring it out, like someone who can't wait for surprises and just wants to know what gift their loved on has for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: When I was a teenager, our youth pastor or youth pastors would say things like, "God has that &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; person for you." When you say blank statements like that you create fear, especially when you are talking to teens who are trying to figure out life and wonder what it holds for them and what God would have them to do with their life, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note, I thought, "Oh my gosh, what if I miss the opportunity of meeting that guy? How will I know if he's "the one"? On top of that when I got to be in my early 20's, I went through this phase of buying dating books like, "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Joshua Harris, "Boy Meets Girl" by the same author (I liked both books), "Passion and Purity" by Elizabeth ElliotT (which made my teeth grit sometimes) and other books by several authors. I was told by some "friends" that my standards were too high and I just needed to give so and so "a chance". I was told that if I would just focus on God and what He had for me [to do] then "Wow!" it would happen. Well, I read the books, I went out with so and so and so and so. I gave so and so a chance. I surrendered my desire to God, I grabbed it back, I gave Him a time table, I acted out of my rebellion by dating guys I had no business dating, I repented, grateful and amazed at His forgiveness. Sometimes, I'm at a good place mentally when it comes to this part of my life and most other times I'm not and wonder where the balance is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have seen God as being impatient with me, rolling His eyes and being like, "Really April just trust me, stop thinking about this" etc. Other times, I've rolled eyes at myself (I guess try looking in the mirror). I've tried to be okay about my singleness and I think I am. But I have my more than one moment, especially when another person I know is engaged or having a baby. One of my goals before I turned 30 (the age that I thought I would have it all together), was that if I was still single, I had hoped that I wouldn't be a pitiful 30 year old; I wouldn't pine over a man or of being single. Oh the pride...My thoughts when I've seen other single women were like, "I hope I'm not like that when I get older and I'm still single, I hope I'm not restless but settled okay with just being with myself if I don't get married." And on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog posting could get all very long with my thoughts, some that probably should be left in my journal. So with that, I ask not for some magical wand to be twirled over my head and everything would be "okay" or that God would make my wanderings (or wonderings) go away but my hope is that I would grow more into the woman He made to be and be the woman He saved me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep on reminding myself or being reminded that I am Beloved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-1943798462738850178?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/1943798462738850178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=1943798462738850178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1943798462738850178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1943798462738850178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-ask-why.html' title='Why ask &quot;why&quot;?'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-141837477834508710</id><published>2009-02-18T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:43:44.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking forward to'/><title type='text'>Things to look forward to</title><content type='html'>These past couple of days, I haven't been feeling too good. One of the thoughts that came to my mind as I was laying in the bed groaning yesterday, clutching my pillow was, "If morning sickness is like this for pregnant women, I don't know about that." Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got some weird stomach sickness, it could have been a number of things, a) eating days old pizza that has been in my refrigerator (I thought it was still good), b) the burning smell of sage incense that my insensitive neighbor decided to burn at 3 something in the a.m. and I thought our building was on fire, or c) my nerves and irritation with b. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I feel a little better and a little lighter now. My body aches just a little bit. But I hope to get better soon because there are several things that I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, my dear Hill is coming to visit. When she gets into town, we will then go and visit Jen, who is also visiting with her husband and child, and Kristen who lives in town. She will be here for the whole weekend! Yipee! And then on Sunday, after church, I will be taken out by a Marine I met last weekend. I talked to him last night, while I was having a reprieve from a naseous stomach. It was a good conversation. Some things about him is, he is the baby of the family, he is a Marine, and he is quite the adventurous spirit. He's been to several places (outside of his post in the Marines) and he would like to travel elsewhere including Antarctica. I told him he'll be my travel wikipedia in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a short, but fun weekend and those are some of the things that I am looking forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-141837477834508710?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/141837477834508710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=141837477834508710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/141837477834508710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/141837477834508710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Things to look forward to'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-8284990539476013886</id><published>2009-01-28T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:46:08.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams for this year</title><content type='html'>I really don't like New Years resolutions but I do like New Years dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest New Years dream has TRAVEL written all over it. I would love to go to different countries even different parts of the United States. Now that I have friends or even friends of friends spread all over this world, I would really like to take advantage/the opportunity to go to some of these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are on my list- In country, Phoenix (where I am at right now) to visit Chris, Becky, and chilren; Jacksonville to visit Jen, Clay, and Cayden; San Fran to visit Hill, Dan, and Russell; maybe I can go to Oregon to hi to Alysun and her family; Montana; Colorado to visit a long "lost" cousin; Texas to see my cousin. Out of country- Hawaii to visit Cassandra; Ireland; Scotland; Spain; South Africa (or Malawi); Uganda to visit Tad and Christy; Estonia (okay I just put that out there cause who knows, I may get to live there; for shock factor I e-mailed HQ to express my interest if they happen to open an office there. They sent out an e-mail to see who would be interested...and I sent one back say YES!). Just think of the countries I could visit around there *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know there's ALOT of money involved with traveling and it even sounds selfish...but one step at a time...I should say Lord willing though. So Lord willing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-8284990539476013886?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/8284990539476013886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=8284990539476013886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8284990539476013886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8284990539476013886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-for-this-year.html' title='Dreams for this year'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-511010151053243992</id><published>2009-01-22T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:31:42.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever looked at your fingerprints?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting here thinking (I do a lot of that), so instead of being stuck in my head, I thought I would share my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you taken the time to look at your fingerprints? As you probably know by now, they are your very own..no one else shares your prints. They are your and yours alone! All the curves, waves, circles...all the patterns are yours. Part of your personal identification! Do you know how amazing that is? Have you considered how awesome that is? Your basic anatomy is the same as everyone else's. Guys are guys and girls are girls. But your fingerprints....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave you your very own fingerprints! Aside from your prints, have you considered how your wonderful God made you? Have you considered the inner workings of your body, how everything works together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Anatomy (which was my ultimate favorite class in college) and Physiology and I asked myself, how after seeing all this complexity can anyone think that we just blew up into space, that we crawled out of some mucky-mush, or that we took a painful journey from being apes to men and women. What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we don't think about this necessarily (unless we are in pain or some part of our body is not working right) but think about it for a little bit and be amazed with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed! All I can say is, "COOL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294279940249420050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SXkPjiwLARI/AAAAAAAAADY/Eo51_Q6ai5I/s400/hands.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-511010151053243992?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/511010151053243992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=511010151053243992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/511010151053243992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/511010151053243992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-looked-at-your.html' title='Have you ever looked at your fingerprints?'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SXkPjiwLARI/AAAAAAAAADY/Eo51_Q6ai5I/s72-c/hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-7047152273830949828</id><published>2009-01-13T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:03:37.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Praise God</title><content type='html'>So many different things wracking my brain...all very self-centered of course..like, what smart thing am I going to say, can I have an intellectual conversation with someone, maybe I need to go to school, what can I do to make myself feel better, oh, so and so needs to hear this, I wonder if he will call me, ooo I get to get my hair done tonight, I want to watch American Idol and the rambling continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear it..someone whistling a familiar song...I'm trying to make it out...someone in my office whistling this song...noooo... then I hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise God from whom all blessings flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise Him all creatures here below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's when God says, "HERE I AM!" You need to focus on me. All that other stuff will fall by the wayside or fall into place...look at Me. Praise me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lot of times I don't hear Him cause I'm caught up in myself and then...the light comes on and my brain feels lighter..if only for a moment...Praise God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-7047152273830949828?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/7047152273830949828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=7047152273830949828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/7047152273830949828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/7047152273830949828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/01/praise-god.html' title='Praise God'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-1000902796648061816</id><published>2009-01-07T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:23:27.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what'/><title type='text'>I lost it all!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! As I was doing the finishing touches on my last post, updating you on Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Years somehow I accidently erased it all~SO SAD!!! Waaaaaah~ If I fell motivated I will start another post on the above events. Until then...HAPPY 2009!! *MWAH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-1000902796648061816?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/1000902796648061816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=1000902796648061816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1000902796648061816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1000902796648061816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lost-it-all.html' title='I lost it all!!!'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-8621866147743769385</id><published>2008-12-23T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:32:35.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas time'/><title type='text'>Tis the Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SVKb8JcMDSI/AAAAAAAAACw/ccX9mwLyD34/s1600-h/doggie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283456770487618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SVKb8JcMDSI/AAAAAAAAACw/ccX9mwLyD34/s320/doggie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life this year was quite the journey, from babysitting two precious boys for a great couple, to house sitting/dog sitting for a couple of families, to being a hair model, to helping students from different countries practice their English through conversation, to taking a class called Encountering the World of Islam at CABC, to catering for a local company, to dating and to visiting friends in both Virginia (in that trip I got to also visit North Carolina) and San Francisco, to just living life. I’ve had my ups and downs but all in all I see how God has been faithful and I’m thankful for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever your year has looked like this past year, I hope that you are able to take time and enjoy your family and/or friends. I also hope that you are able to look back and see God's handiwork in your lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is awesome and 2008 was great, life is fine, now on to 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-8621866147743769385?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/8621866147743769385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=8621866147743769385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8621866147743769385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/8621866147743769385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Tis the Year...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SVKb8JcMDSI/AAAAAAAAACw/ccX9mwLyD34/s72-c/doggie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-364169481556072601</id><published>2008-12-18T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:51:16.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is that time of year again and the song in my head right now is a mixture of Charlie Brown's Christmas and Mercy Me's Christmas C.D....honestly.  Let me put on the Mercy Me music right now..there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been typing with a bandaged left middle finger. Better typing then using it for something else, right? I felt like a gimp at first but now I'm use to it. It will be coming off in a little bit though. You are probably wondering why I have it..well you know when that skin around your cuticle decides to peel from your fingers? Well there was an area that I decided to pick at and Viola! blood! Ouch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that is not the reason for this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of things to look forward to, like staying at the Hotel del Corornado with my mum and sisters (remember Hillary?) tomorrow night through Saturday- that will be so much fun; I get to house sit/dog sit for a co-worker and his family starting Christmas Eve (I am so looking forward to that, though one of the dogs is hyperactive until she calms down..oh poor Gwen, short for Gwendolyn..and then there is Sparty, short for Spartacus); then there is Christmas with family (yipeee!); and then the President saw it fit to give us government workers the day after off (you go, Mr. President!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto or saying for now is, “God is awesome and 2008 was great, my life is fine, now on to 2009!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that you all have a great rest of your week and Christmas with your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I go, you know the post before about listing at least 5 things to be grateful for each day (things that happened on that day)..it's working. I know that there is no magic to getting yourself out of a slump but when you think about the things that you are blessed with, about what God did, it really opens your eyes and eventually makes your heart thankful and lighter. At first it may feel like an arm that has been in a cast for awhile and has atrophied and it's hard to use it at first. (And when it is your heart that has been deflated, one of your most important muscles..have mercy..) But as you start to use that muscle, you start to find your strength again. And thank You Lord for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 121:  1 I look up to the mountains—&lt;br /&gt;                        does my help come from there?&lt;br /&gt;                     2 My help comes from the Lord,     &lt;br /&gt;                        who made heaven and earth!&lt;br /&gt;                     3 He will not let you stumble;    &lt;br /&gt;                        the one who watches over you will not slumber.&lt;br /&gt;                     4 Indeed, he who watches over Israel    &lt;br /&gt;                         never slumbers or sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;                     5 The Lord himself watches over you!     &lt;br /&gt;                        The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.&lt;br /&gt;                     6 The sun will not harm you by day,     &lt;br /&gt;                        nor the moon at night.&lt;br /&gt;                     7 The Lord keeps you from all harm    &lt;br /&gt;                        and watches over your life.&lt;br /&gt;                     8 The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,     &lt;br /&gt;                        both now and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-364169481556072601?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/364169481556072601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=364169481556072601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/364169481556072601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/364169481556072601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking forward to...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-263061159224955251</id><published>2008-12-16T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:05:39.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to say'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since I have written...but here I am! Though I haven't experienced the death of a relative but break ups are still hard nonetheless. The funny thing about pain though, I've come to know, is that I always come away learning something. Now, I may learn it slowly but I eventually learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can be honest with you, when stuff like this happens I feel thrown out of wack like a bad back. I feel for a lot of instances that I've lost a sense of self, of who I am. I start to second guess who I am, I look back at the different memories, I let the "should ofs" or "what ifs" drag me down. I ask for forgiveness many times for the mistakes that I have made in the past; the hurt I have caused. I'm sorry for my disobedience. I wonder what it is that I'm suppose to do. I wonder how the other person is doing..I go between the hope of friendship again to wondering if that is possible..knowing that it is..but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly, the light starts to shine through. Through the words of a friend, through a hug, through a radio program, God Himself through His Word...wow, God? Really? You love me still, You still want to talk to me, You still have a plan for me? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was walking to my car, I started to feel down again and then I thought I am going to list five things today that I am grateful for. As I started to recall what I could be grateful for today, my heart started to feel lighter and so did my mind. So I thought, that's what I am going to start doing...at the end of the day, I am going to list at &lt;strong&gt;least&lt;/strong&gt; 5 things that I am grateful for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-263061159224955251?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/263061159224955251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=263061159224955251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/263061159224955251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/263061159224955251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-5489384721536310162</id><published>2008-12-05T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:21:53.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait...</title><content type='html'>Thank you Hillary for posting this earlier in the year, when I really needed to hear this..but didn't heed..but I'll just rest now because God knows just what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait- by Russell Kelfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .&lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently said, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your&lt;br /&gt;Word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My future and all to which I relate&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;Or even a 'no' to which I can resign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,&lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied again, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,&lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with&lt;br /&gt;mine . . .&lt;br /&gt;and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could give all you seek and pleased you would&lt;br /&gt;be.&lt;br /&gt;You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;Me.You'd not know the depth of my love for each&lt;br /&gt;saint.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the&lt;br /&gt;faint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence are all you can see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;You would know that I give, and I save, for a&lt;br /&gt;start,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My&lt;br /&gt;heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The glow of my comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;From an infinite God who makes what you have last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.&lt;br /&gt;And though often My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-5489384721536310162?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/5489384721536310162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=5489384721536310162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5489384721536310162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5489384721536310162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/12/wait.html' title='Wait...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-41036302418218389</id><published>2008-12-02T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:43:53.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Looking forward..to what?!?</title><content type='html'>So this past Thanksgiving was a pretty good time..a little nerve wracking at first my dear Cameron but my extended family made him feel welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish I was one of those bloggers that let's my readers know all that is going on but I think it's okay to be discreet at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I will be going to Billings, Montana to go visit Cameron and meet his family while I am there. Yipee! I really am looking forward to not only see Cameron and meet his family, but get a taste of Montana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I was starting to write on Tuesday..and wouldn't you know the system kept on messing up...for a reason I am sure...Cameron and I are no longer a dating couple. There is so much that I could write right now but for now I am a mixture of feelings and don't feel like saying a lot. So please forgive me if you feel like you are in the dark. I may write my thoughts down about this later. I know this too will pass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-41036302418218389?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/41036302418218389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=41036302418218389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/41036302418218389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/41036302418218389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-forwardto-what.html' title='Looking forward..to what?!?'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-2662859244080145289</id><published>2008-11-26T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:45:53.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Before the holidays...</title><content type='html'>I just got a text message from Cameron that his grandmother just passed away. I can only imagine what he is feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his grandmother. He would talk to her like every weekend to just say hi or catch her up on the new happenings of his life, like what colleges he's been accepted to or that he was dating a new girl. He just talked to her this past Sunday. He left service to talk to her for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounded like an awesome grandmother. She just turned 92 not too long ago. She lived a long, good life. I would have liked to have met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that she is gone. It's so surreal and it's the day just before Thanksgiving! In myself and I am inclined to ask, "Why?" I know that we all go sometime, but why today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night Cameron was telling me how he felt like God was telling him to stay in touch with his grandparents. Call them often. And he was faithful in doing so. And I know that he is glad that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for grandparents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-2662859244080145289?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/2662859244080145289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=2662859244080145289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2662859244080145289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/2662859244080145289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-holidays.html' title='Before the holidays...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-5153456370988192231</id><published>2008-11-20T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:50:52.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for Thanksgiving...Poor Turkey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270891162146539378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSX3lel9h3I/AAAAAAAAABg/TrG1JhbENbc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSX3lWiHfjI/AAAAAAAAABo/IsFy74uu9-Y/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270891159982931506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSX3lWiHfjI/AAAAAAAAABo/IsFy74uu9-Y/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5862137224512202564-5153456370988192231?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/5153456370988192231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=5153456370988192231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5153456370988192231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5153456370988192231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/11/gearing-up-for-thanksgivingpoor-turkey.html' title='Gearing up for Thanksgiving...Poor Turkey...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSX3lel9h3I/AAAAAAAAABg/TrG1JhbENbc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-5025326972245002846</id><published>2008-11-18T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:55:51.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Because'/><title type='text'>Being sick..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think being sick is my body's way of telling me to slow down. I think I have been pretty good about that though. This weekend I did just that, slow down and chill out. I even took off yesterday because I was not feeling the greatest. I needed that rest and I still do. But I figured I should come into work today. My manager is not doing too great herself, poor thing. I told her to go home. I think she took a bottle of "Suck It Up" this morning. But we all know that when your body says lay down and rest, you need to do just that no matter how much of "Suck It Up" you take. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSL6TftdpCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x49QypPiRm4/s1600-h/cameron.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSMXIEOfHZI/AAAAAAAAABA/iXDCS0GTj3M/s1600-h/sweet+cam.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSMX6BppzFI/AAAAAAAAABI/Fz4QK0EURzA/s1600-h/sweet+cam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270082274596605010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSMX6BppzFI/AAAAAAAAABI/Fz4QK0EURzA/s200/sweet+cam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was good to get in some rest yesterday. And after a bike ride to and from work (riding against headwinds) my dear boyfriend brought me some hearty chicken soup, crackers, orange juice, and *sigh* a bouquet of flowers. And of course, a hug or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, I laid down for some not so good t.v. because I didn't feel like reading and settled for Prison Break. I took some NyQuil (yay for legal, help you sleep drugs) and I was out for the count!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all are doing your best to stay well. Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5862137224512202564-5025326972245002846?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/5025326972245002846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=5025326972245002846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5025326972245002846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/5025326972245002846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-sick.html' title='Being sick..'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/SSMX6BppzFI/AAAAAAAAABI/Fz4QK0EURzA/s72-c/sweet+cam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-1533421048487248169</id><published>2008-11-15T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:42:28.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Because'/><title type='text'>Weekends are meant for...</title><content type='html'>When I think of weekends, I think of doing NOTHING at all. And it's not until I get sick, that I am made to do just that, NOTHING. Sleeping in sounds great to me; I have an excuse to sleep in and not feel guilty about it. When I mean nothing, I mean no errands, no catering, no work, no nothing. Sometimes I have wished to just stay in my cute little apartment and read or watch a movie. But when you live in San Diego and the day is beautiful like it is today, who can stay inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in my house there was a disciplined way of doing things. You woke up at a certain time and you went to bed at a certain time (dad's excuse for saving on electricity and also because he had to get up early to start his day). There really was no such thing as sleeping in, at least not that I remember, unless of course I was sick. (Disclaimer: I really do believe that teenagers need extra sleep. They are growing children. I don't have time to go on about the ins and outs of why they need it, they just do. So if your teen is going to bed at a reasonable time and they still need to sleep in, let them do it. ) On weekdays, I would get up like around 6 a.m. and on weekends around 7 a.m., and probably be out of my room by 8 a.m. Ahh, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved out! I could wake up when I wanted to (within a reasonable time because I still had to go to work) and I could go to sleep when I wanted to (my first room mate broke me of the habit of going to sleep at a reasonable time--live a little, she said. And live I did! And paid for it)  I met people who actually slept in on weekends until 10 a.m. I tried it and felt guilty. I found that sleeping in too long made my back hurt and after a certain time instead of having dreams, I would have daymares (opposite of nightmares I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me if I was a night person or a morning person, I don't think I would really be able to tell you. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, the weekend...something that I have been looking forward to but I feel sick with head cold (I guess) and malaised (I don't know if I used that word right but I like it). So guess, what I am doing NOTHING! And I won't feel guilty about it. I've slept in and I plan to rest ALL day. Yay for weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-1533421048487248169?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/1533421048487248169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=1533421048487248169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1533421048487248169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/1533421048487248169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekends-are-meant-for.html' title='Weekends are meant for...'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5862137224512202564.post-4109475977123163024</id><published>2008-11-14T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:14:13.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Because'/><title type='text'>Here I am again</title><content type='html'>So here I am again...yes, again. I started my first blog on Hillary and Dan's computer. I started it there and ended it there because I was lacking, technology wise at my own apartment and  I couldn't continue. I mean, I could have kept up my blog at work (not really; could have lost my job) or I could have just showed up at Hillary and Dan's cute apartment at weird hours of the night (not really, I don't think our friendship would have lasted if I did that). So against my desires, I had to discontinue something that I started. *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am again. Here at my darling boyfriend's apartment (as he [correct English] and his roommate play on X-BOX) on his computer. Let's see how far, I get this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to the possibilities! Come with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5862137224512202564-4109475977123163024?l=chocogirljc7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/feeds/4109475977123163024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5862137224512202564&amp;postID=4109475977123163024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/4109475977123163024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5862137224512202564/posts/default/4109475977123163024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocogirljc7.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am again'/><author><name>Choco Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajGBRJAbL10/So2EaoSsK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AP7V_aJUbkI/S220/april.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
