<?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-25490289</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:16.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-116275267940151961</id><published>2006-11-05T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:52:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/400/zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/me%20ncas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/400/me%20ncas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to make the pics bigger click on them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and casey, this was taken last night while i was gettin ready for my date with zach. if u want to see pics of him.... i'll put one in here real quick. yeah not hte greates pic of hte kid, but thats him. u can check out his myspace, and caseys, by going to mine. mine is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chicadorada8"&gt;www.myspace.com/chicadorada8&lt;/a&gt; casey is my 2nd friend and zach is my 3rd, just click on there pic under my friends list. u have to b logged in to see pics tho. so if u don't have one GET ONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-116275267940151961?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/116275267940151961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=116275267940151961' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/116275267940151961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/116275267940151961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-make-pics-bigger-click-on-them-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-116103533438047279</id><published>2006-10-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:53:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Special Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/Waubesa%20group%20pic%20regular.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i have so much to blog about but i'll start int he middlish. so Saturday morning some kids from our youth group. i think like 11 went to peoria landmark bowling to help with the special olypmics. it was os much fun. i was on lnaes 3 and 4 with about 6 wokrkers. we had 5 athletes. it was so fun. after that we went to this amazing chinese restaraunt called Mings. i hate chinese but loved it. well i guess that was all for that blog. well i'll go ahead and tell you about lake waubesa. i wasn't sure hwat i was going ot title this one either &lt;strong&gt;fear of the color purple&lt;/strong&gt; or&lt;strong&gt; if you're talking you're wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. i'll tell you about those two ral quick. we took 84 leadres and kids to lake waubesa which is in mc farland wisconsin. we had a great time. well nate our youth pastor like most doesnt' like the color purple. its ar ule we ahve. boys are blue and girls are red. if you'r too close you're purple. one of our younger leaders brandon haley is about 21ish. he helps out with our jr high progrma. whenever he or an adult is talking and kids are tlaking he says i fyou're talking right now you're wrong. and i love that. well we had an amazign time. it is soooo beuatiful out there. my fav part other than GOd time was the water slide. it runs right into the lake. hte first morning seemed like it was the coldest in the water but it ws actulaly the warmest we had the whole time down there. it was a whopping 47 degrees. the coldest was i went down at 11 ish a t night. it was seriously soo cold that while you're waking backt o land your feet are so numb you cna't even feel the rocks beneath you're feet. oh and we go down the slide on sleds so we go even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got a letter form my dady today. iv'e been waitng for it. it was way cool. he says hes doing as good as he can. oh please pray for a boy iin our jr hgihg youth group. hsi naem is brandon haley-no relation to the leader. he is in 8th grade and they are pretty darn sure he has cnancer. they re still doing some tests. and if he does have cnacer its stage 2. poeple dioe at stage 3. please keep him in your prayers. hereare some lake waubesa pics.&lt;/span&gt;  gggrrrr they won't com eup so you can go to   &lt;a href="http://www.fbcpekin.com"&gt;www.fbcpekin.com&lt;/a&gt;   click on sr high, then  pictures, tehn lake waubesa pictures.  they'll all com eup there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-116103533438047279?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/116103533438047279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=116103533438047279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/116103533438047279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/116103533438047279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/10/gods-special-children_16.html' title='God&apos;s Special Children'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115922228127680032</id><published>2006-09-25T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:11:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the night before we left each house of kids did something for us at the despedita(good-bye).  one house did a cute dance hten they came off the stage and tuaght us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC01310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC01310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this goes with the pic aboe.  the one walking is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC01309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC01309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the boys at the orphanage have a futbol(soccer team) this is at one of their games.  we won!!!  umm so theres me, abby sparks, michelle(a leadre) and rachel price who turned 18 down there with moeses(pronounced like moses) in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC01242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC01242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the green striped shirt is Ricardo, looking at me is albert, in the blue is Isaac,  the little guy is pedro.  without pedro those were my three favs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC00667.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC00667.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is our group in front of that cool backgruond in a nother blog.  i dunno why this is all blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC00623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC00623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't know how to turn this right or whatever but htis is me and rachle price again.  i was theonly girl to do cement work til the last day when rachle came and helped me.  i love and miss her(she's now gone away t o college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC00144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so caseys hurrying me so this will be short.  i got my first progress report this year are youa ll ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spanish: 86 B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Biology:  91 A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Etymology: 84 B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;concert choir: 99 A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Consumer business:  82 B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trig: 90 A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this si the first time since like 7th grade of all a's b's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well casey made the speech team at higgh shcool.  no its not righting speeches.  its drama-acting.  well i'll write more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115922228127680032?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115922228127680032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115922228127680032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115922228127680032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115922228127680032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/09/night-before-we-left-each-house-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115879075110215673</id><published>2006-09-20T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:19:11.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tihis is casey and her other best friend hannah.  you can actually see caseys length in this pic, but she does look jaundice. ( i pry spelled that worng)she says its just bad lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/1171946594_m.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/1171946594_m.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok casey is killing me if i sdon't put this pic in right now so this post is just a pic of casey sorry. i know its hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115879075110215673?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115879075110215673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115879075110215673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115879075110215673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115879075110215673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-tihis-is-casey-and-her-other-best.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115871005188769749</id><published>2006-09-19T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:54:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figured i would stick a pic of emanda in here since i had one of cas too.  this si at a water park.  this is the only pic i have of her.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/junior%20high%20pic%20(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/junior%20high%20pic%20%2828%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is casey and one of her best friend aleen. i know i spelled that wrong. casey cut her hair short adn died it black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/Picture%20046%20(WinCE).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/Picture%20046%20%28WinCE%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/Senior%20High%20Group%20Shot%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/Senior%20High%20Group%20Shot%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/SiXPM%20Sept10%20(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/SiXPM%20Sept10%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is me and jessica wamsley at church on sunday morning. she's in my small group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is our high school youth group. there are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actuallyabout 5or 6 leadres in this pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, so this past sunday night our praise and worship band performed for the youth group for the first itme.  everyone said it was amazing(since we've only had 3 practices).  we decided to do to songs.  we did onecalled hungry, and one called all who are thirsty.  we didnt' see the realtion, hungry adn thirsty, until we sang it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's the chorus to hugry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we are hungry, we are hungry, we are hungry for more of you.     we are thirsty ooh Jesus we  are thirtsy for more of you 2nd chorus is we lift our holy hands up, we want to touch you, we lift our voices higher and higher andhigher to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all who are thirsyt is on everse with a chorus and bridge.  the verse is &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all who are thirsty , al who are weak, come ot the fountain, dip yoiur heart in the stream of life. let the pain and the sorrow, be washed away in the waves of His mercy, as deep cries  out to deep we sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus come lord Jesus come(2x's)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then Holy spiritcome(2x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bridge-as deep cries out to deep(3x's) we sing-chorus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sry this is short i g2g to chruch to play basektball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115871005188769749?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115871005188769749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115871005188769749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115871005188769749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115871005188769749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-figured-i-would-stick-pic-of-emanda.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115783979674449601</id><published>2006-09-09T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:09:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more talk of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;THis is Jesse EAgen and i(she's a leader, her and her husband jeff work for youth for Christ).  we were makign tortillas, adn we sucked at it.  it wasnt' on our agenda but we were having a break and decided to help the lady who was doing it.  i had fun. oh we were in the tortillaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; this is at church on sunday morning.  this was during offering.  we had to go up and put it in one of the baskets the igrls were holding.  you can see some of the boys in the background doing some worship music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this is david(the really cute candaian), and antonio, he and his wife are house parents in the baby house-God bless that man_they'veg to like 11 babies ithink!!! i dunno what they were doing in this pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this is an action shot of RIcardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the one in the red in Nataneal ro something like that, i couldnt' pronounce it, then in the black is Omar, he was actually kind of quiet.  then there is Eduardo.  i called him Eddie for short and he loved it.  REmember hwen in told you  about Sergio, and raul, and rosa, this is there older brother.  he taught me to say shut up.  i miss him so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well heres Raul, adn in the red is Jesus(pronounce hay-soos).  they get along so well which is real cool cuz last year on raul second nite here jesus was punching him in the arma dn raul didn't like jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG1044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG1044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ok ok. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to be so upfront or harsh when i posted. there were many things i should've considered before posting. since i "opened up" about how i reallyf elt, everthings been so crazy, and i dont' feel any better. i just want to apologize to any one i hurt. and plz i don't watn to talk about it anymore. deal? well to lighten the moods i'm gonna add pics:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115783979674449601?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115783979674449601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115783979674449601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115783979674449601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115783979674449601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-more-talk-of-it.html' title='no more talk of it'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115750458530024035</id><published>2006-09-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:03:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Thru Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok, i'm upset(some of you may call it jealousy) but i have been for a whwile, and now i'm gonn reveal it all.  i'm sorry afrehand if my typing is bad.  right now i'm on a laptop.  any way here i go.  i know htis is a prob i've has for a while buti read miss naomis blog hte other day and it was talking bout her trip wtht the teens and how she loves spending time with her four teen girls.  yep not inthere.  i've shared more with her htan almost nay other perosn.  i feel like no one at bethel is even trying ot keep in contact with me.  This next one id on't mean to sound snotty saying id din't get hte money.  thats not the point.  but i sent a spnsor letter for guatemala.  i was a missionary , and the church didn't sponsor me.  most the peeps i am closest to are int eh teen grouop. after Tony died evrybody went ahead and left for the trip for wherever. not even a card.  i got a few srys' on lbog.  (which i am htankful for) mr. mike stopped by bt he was only able to be there for a few minutes.  mrs. cathy and dicky both came to the visitationtoo.  after 8 years in the church and tony doing what he did for em i thot a lot more poeple would b there(not necesarily atthevisitation).  but if theis happende to a family inthe church there woudl have been meals cards phone calls can i helpinany ways.   any ways i'm thru.  i see andrea and thats about it.  and we odn't really talk.  i totally feel replaced and that i lost my spot. which is ok.  cuz now thru anger i accept all this.  i still love evryone.  i'm just crazy upset.  you may all say this is just a phase, and it very well may be, but htis is how i really feel.  i mean i eally do believe i wouldn't be where i am today or the wasy i was today /out that church or anyone there, but i ef and everyone forgot about hte girl who played during childrens offering.  i just don't even want to see  any one from there right now.  this isn't all just b/c tony's funeral there have been other thing sthat have bothered me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;good nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115750458530024035?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115750458530024035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115750458530024035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115750458530024035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115750458530024035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/09/screaming-thru-tears.html' title='Screaming Thru Tears'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115679836486023854</id><published>2006-08-28T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:52:44.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey i was planning on posting today but now i have a new reason why.  i have a friend i've known for a while now, he's my age maybe a year older.  anyways his father passed away very unexpectedly this morning.  i guess he got up in the middle of the night started coughing and slept onthe couch.  he told his wife inteh morning he was gonna take half the day off work to go to the docs.  she came home form parkside when he was sposedto be at the docs and his car was there she went inside and found him dead.  i'm not sure if he was saved or not, but he did attend our church.  please keep alan thorne, his mohter, and little sister in your prayers.  thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115679836486023854?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115679836486023854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115679836486023854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115679836486023854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115679836486023854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-i-was-planning-on-posting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115661685699951281</id><published>2006-08-26T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:28:39.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is against the fence ont he soccer court. we worked and carried all these blocks. the boy in the blues in Jose Pablo, he's 14 and veryvery very vyer good at soccer. the boy in teh white is mateo. hes 8 but i'm not kidding he's got the deepest voice for an 8 yearold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dunno what i'm doing but thats Omar inthe background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the boy kicking the ball is Alex. i really liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok i'm home alone and bored so i'm gonna do some morepics. if you want to see more pics of the kids go to &lt;a href="http://www.foce.org"&gt;www.foce.org&lt;/a&gt; and click on photo gallery. my boys are from casa esperanza and a few from nuevo pacto. i has their b-days, and names. this guy in the red shirt is David. he's from Canada. he's been down ther eoff and on for a few year.s he goes homn efor holidays. he plays piano in worship and sings. hes a christian, &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;(if u click on his pic it will enlarge it and you cna see), loves the kids, and mostly loves GOd. the guy in the brown behind him is cory. he and jerehmiah were downthere for a month. cory is sooo full of himself. he's like&lt;em&gt; i drink protein shakes for breakfast, and work out 6 days a week&lt;/em&gt;. the blocks along the wall we had to knock out and move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/CIMG0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/CIMG0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is me and Ricardo(my fav)its a bad pic cu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115661685699951281?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115661685699951281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115661685699951281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115661685699951281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115661685699951281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-against-fence-ont-he-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115661520199390914</id><published>2006-08-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:00:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally know how to put pics in.  i;ms o excited!! these are a few pics form GUatemala i'll put a few in each entry.  these are not form my camera cuz my pics didn't turn out.  so these are what others gave me.  some are me and some are my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is during VBS.  the boy in the blue striped shirt is cristian, and next to him is Jorge RIcardo.  he goes by Ricardo because there are so many jorges and joses most kids go by there second anme.  ricardo is 9 and he was my fav.  i know i know that sounds so badi don't know many girls cuz they were not nearly as social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/100_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/100_1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is on our way home from ANtigua.  that where we go shopping on our last day.  sitting next tome was Michelle Horseman and behind me is Shelli bastean.  the flowers were for Sarah cuz she got sick that morning and couldnt' come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/100_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/100_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THis is Diego, another fav.  he was there last year and remembered me!!!!he's 11 i think.  thats cement.  he took some from the morters and he and i put it in a bowl then he colored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/100_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/100_0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; someone filled the bottom of these blocks with cememtn so we had ot knocked the hoels out, which totallly sucked, we got about 1,000 blocks per load, and about 3 loads.  then we had to carry them.  Dana is in the purple shirt.  we call him pife tho, cuz his last name is Peifer.  i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/100_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/100_0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at this place onthe road and looked at this.  is this not the most beautiful thing ever!!that really shows Gods creation.  you can see oneof the volcanos in teh background&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/100_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/100_0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me and abby sparks.  we had to sift sand , which is harder than it looks, for the cemetn.  that rubble behind me is all blocks we accidnetly broke.  at the end of our trip that pile was even bigger and we had to carry it up a hill and dump it.  it took abut 12 of us and 3/4 our day&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/1600/100_0061.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6590/2663/320/100_0061.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'll pry put some more pics in later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115661520199390914?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115661520199390914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115661520199390914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115661520199390914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115661520199390914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-finally-know-how-to-put-pics-in.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115565957280187253</id><published>2006-08-15T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:32:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.  i want to tell everyone who prayed thank you.  i really did mean a lot and it was encouraging rading all the comments.  he passed away liek i said wednesday morining  at 11:30AM.  he had been unconscios for 2 days then woke wideup.  grabbed brandons hand mumbled something  and died.  it was like something you would see in a movie.  visitation was a hawain theme.  some people kept asking why it was liek this..  that was tonys wish.  actually he wanted a buffet line.  he wanted a celebration.  the funeral (pronounced like the word fun-eral)  was good.  at th e grave site there were clowns handing out balloons and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone one here.s been doing pretty well.  now mochas the only boy in hte house.  church is going very well.  actually someone signed my up to be on worship team.  i'm nervous but excited.  here is our band&lt;br /&gt;vocals:  sam(girl), jillian, me&lt;br /&gt;drums: jeremy&lt;br /&gt;bass: Alora&lt;br /&gt;keyboard: david&lt;br /&gt;Guitar: Sam(girl)&lt;br /&gt;piano: me--we'll only have me on piano a few times a month./  nate wants some hymns while we pray and stuff every now nad then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house is finally calming down.  it was packed we had judy, victor, chip, marcie, brandon, mel, walter, shana.  i think thats all who stayed for 3 or mroe nites.  now its just marcie.  casey adn jess startschool tomorrow.  is tart thurs.  i'm actually excited.  but hten i foudn out that i'm leaving friday afters chool to go to shelbyville.  i rreally don't watn to go. &lt;br /&gt;at church i'm signed up for varstiy- agroupsof juniors and seniors who learnto lead(like small groups, or lead someone ot christ, whatever) and we help plan activites for the youth group, and it helps us decide GOds will for us after school.  i cna't wait.  we meet twice a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.  i need blair overhere so hse cna help me get pics into my blog.  i need everyone ot come over and check out my guatemala pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115565957280187253?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115565957280187253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115565957280187253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115565957280187253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115565957280187253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115530798426741813</id><published>2006-08-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:53:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got to b quick but someone e-mailed this to phillis and i want to put it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know that no person lives one day more or less than God intends.  WE speak of a short life but compared to eternity who has a long one?  In God's plan every life is long enough and every death is timely.  ANd though you and i might wish for a longer life God knows better.  ...you and i may wish for a longer life for our loved ones, they don't.  Ironically, the first to accept God's decision of death is the one who dies.  While we are shaking our heads in disbelief they are lifting hadns in worship.   while we are mourning at the grave they are marveling in heaven.  While we are questioning God they are praising Him!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115530798426741813?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115530798426741813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115530798426741813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115530798426741813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115530798426741813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-got-to-b-quick-but-someone-e.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115514430973973399</id><published>2006-08-09T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:25:09.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tony passed away at 11:30am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115514430973973399?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115514430973973399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115514430973973399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115514430973973399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115514430973973399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/tony-passed-away-at-1130am.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115472713101533667</id><published>2006-08-04T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:32:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony</title><content type='html'>he seems ot do so much better in the day than he does at nite.  there have been a lot of people in and out of the house so i think its making him much more tired.  hes stilll responding to people ,mbut last nite he couldn't tell us what he was htinking.  nobodys really gotten much sleep.  a lady form the church has arranged meals ot be brought to us everyday til next wednesday..    oh this morning our pastor-mark said he doesn't do really well making dinner so he wanted to bring us breakfast.  it was so cool.  he made pancakes ona griddle, you could have plain, choc chip, or bl. berry.   he alos brought cinnamon roll, muffins, orange juice, and a fe otherehting.s..   he didnt' just drop it off and leave. he made a lot of food cuz he knew  a lot of people were staying over.  he talked with us and it was cool.  he even cleaned upa dndid dshes after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz keep prayin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115472713101533667?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115472713101533667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115472713101533667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115472713101533667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115472713101533667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/tony.html' title='Tony'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115465361281531970</id><published>2006-08-03T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:06:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Tony</title><content type='html'>this will b very short.  these last two days tony has gone wayyy down hill. last night we thot he was going to pass away.  he has came very close a few times.  now the house is packed with people visiting, and he['s in more pain than ever.  the docs are only giving him pain meds.  they said give it as often as he wants.  it doesn't matter anymore.  they give hime till pry tomorow.  me. phillis, brnadon, and mel didn't sleep til about 4 well phillis til7. tony wouldnh't let her sleep or leave his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115465361281531970?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115465361281531970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115465361281531970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115465361281531970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115465361281531970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/08/pray-for-tony.html' title='Pray for Tony'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115411446147858555</id><published>2006-07-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:21:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life lately</title><content type='html'>eveything has been  ehhh. lately.  i mean som egood stuff and stome crappy.  lets start withthte good-ish stuff&lt;br /&gt;my good-ish list&lt;br /&gt;i got asked out by this kid in our youth group.  i said no.  i mean he is a really good dude.   he's a year younger than me, he's got a job installing pools, and my fav part about him is he rally stands up for everyothing he believes in.  hes a strong christian.  but hes soo quiet.  like in churhc he just kinda sits there and talks to a few guys.  hes just not the guy i would picture myself dating.  altho he is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday nite i went ot a softball game for our church boys team.  we won.  then to a baby shower for one our our youth group leaders, then i wetnto steak n shake with naomi, brian, kayla, and sego.it was gereat to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday at our softball game i cot a fly ball(i never try.  i usually hide form those)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i went to rahcel bartzs baby shower.  it was great to see her again too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite i went to grand prarie with kayla geeseman and her mom.  i didn't buy anything but we did have fun.  then we went to tgifridays(which i hate) but i found somehting good onthe menu, then i saw my spanish teacher(not a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;oh casey cut her hair to mid neck length and dyed it the blackest of all blacks.  i actually like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow my grnadma and uncle form missouri are picking me and thegirls up.  we're goingot stay the nte wiht them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad new-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to talk about it  but we got shite-y news on my dad.  i just need to keep pryaing.  i mite talk later but please just pray for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115411446147858555?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115411446147858555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115411446147858555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115411446147858555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115411446147858555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-lately.html' title='life lately'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115343944243779091</id><published>2006-07-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:53:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soem more guatemala memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i don't remember which ones i already posted so if i repeat one forgive me. i'm a repetitive person.&lt;br /&gt;one day we were playing and this boy Ricardo whos nine looks maybe7(he's the one i fell in love with this year.) was playing goalie. well rueben kicked a ball froma corner kick. it hit ricardo in the shins and literally knocked his feet from under him.  he fell flat on his face, i started to laugh real hard then erlized he was pry hurt. i got over tehre and he was laughing. so i needn't to feel bad for laughing.  it was seriously the funniest hting i've seen in a long time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i got to end htis but todya i was on my wasy home from the baby shower for rahcle bartz this afternoon(which went really well, i havn't seen her in a while) and i got in the car to leave when hubastank(sry if i mispel)song&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came on.  it made me think of when a certain dude said he kinda dedicated that song to me. i smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115343944243779091?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115343944243779091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115343944243779091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115343944243779091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115343944243779091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/07/soem-more-guatemala-memories.html' title='soem more guatemala memories'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115341448856898864</id><published>2006-07-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:54:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i lied.  i guess phillis said my remp was actually 102 and i tested negative for strep but my doc still thinks i have it. so i ahd to miss churhc last night which really sucked b/c i havn't been to church in 2 weeks already.  so yesterday wehn i wrote about casa esperanza i left out the part about when we were wathcing the incredibles someof them snuck up behind me. they covered my eyes wrapped my hair aroundmy throat, and tickeld me.  they took pics of it but, i cried last nite, b/c i went to walmart ot drop my film off, when i picke dit up non of them turned out ncie.  the only role htat you cna decently see is all of antigua. no kids. &lt;br /&gt;well i'm feeling much better todya.  i still get real dizzya nd tired fomr just walking up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of being sick tony is telling everyoen he'll die this week.  2 weeks tops.  he's now hooked upt o and oxygen tank thing.  i cn'at talk to him cuz i'm sick so i cna't be near his room. &lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna go clena my room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115341448856898864?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115341448856898864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115341448856898864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115341448856898864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115341448856898864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115333678733677737</id><published>2006-07-19T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:56:10.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad to be home</title><content type='html'>sothis may take me a few post to get it all in. first i'll let you all know how sick i am. i slept all day yeasterday, excluding when i was at the docs. i had a temp of 101.4. i'll be fine though. we did a heck of a lotof work. i have cuts all up and down my arms from carrying cement blocks, 4 blisters on my hands and around 40 bug bites on my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i spent more time wiht the older boys-8-17rather than the toddlers. for some reason the girls there aren't as socila. hmmm where to begin. i'll make a list of my favorite memories.&lt;br /&gt;not in any specific order&lt;br /&gt;1.baby sittting casa eperanza(8-14yr. old boys). it was a riot. and omg trying to put them ot bed was hilarious. they all took off running out of the house. then most went inside except ricardo whom i chased around the playgorund for a good minutes. then albert and isaac climbed into trees.after i got them all to get in the hoiuse htey began to hide while i tried counting them to make sure i had them all. i found 3 under beds 1 in the closet 2 in the shower. i finaly got them into bed and couted i only counted14 there should have been 15! i was missing jose pablo. i found him in the kitchenin a crwl space with a potato bin shoved in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. despedita(good bye show). each house did a performance for us. casa samuel the 5-8 yr old boys and girl did this hip hop dance thing. it was so funny. then they taught us tod ance.&lt;br /&gt;3. i was talking with alex and eduardo askingthem how to saythings in spanish whenalex whos lik 13 or 14 was likt whats that and grabbed my bra strap.&lt;br /&gt;4. i played soccer with the teenage boys house on a field. the fiels was like 65% dirt and it sstarted to pour down rain so it was seriously all mud. then they made me goalie. theat was the scariest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned like 4 new words i don't knowif these are spelled right.&lt;br /&gt;vomito-vomit&lt;br /&gt;mayonesa-mayonaise&lt;br /&gt;kyate-shut up&lt;br /&gt;cola-hair tie(coca cola is coke but just cola isnt')&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmm i don't remember whta the others were. i can hardly think right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115333678733677737?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115333678733677737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115333678733677737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115333678733677737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115333678733677737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-to-be-home.html' title='sad to be home'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115222052459730205</id><published>2006-07-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:15:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I sit me down in school&lt;br /&gt;Where praying is against the rule&lt;br /&gt;For this great nation under God&lt;br /&gt;Finds mention of His name very odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If scripture now the class recites,&lt;br /&gt;It violates the Bill of Rights.&lt;br /&gt;And anytime my head I bow&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a Federal matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hair can be purple, orange or green,&lt;br /&gt;That's no offense; it's a freedom of scene.&lt;br /&gt;The law is specific, the law is precise.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For praying in a public hall&lt;br /&gt;Might offend someone with no faith at all.&lt;br /&gt;In silence alone we must meditate,&lt;br /&gt;God's name is prohibited by the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're aloud to cuss and dress like freaks,&lt;br /&gt;And peirce our noses, tongues, and cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;To quote the Good Book makes me liable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,&lt;br /&gt;And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.&lt;br /&gt;It's"inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get our condoms and birth controls,&lt;br /&gt;Study witchcraft, vampires, and totem poles.&lt;br /&gt;But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,&lt;br /&gt;No word of God must reach this crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary here I must confess,&lt;br /&gt;When chaos reigns the school's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord, this silent plea I make:&lt;br /&gt;Should i be shot; My soul please take!&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno the author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115222052459730205?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115222052459730205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115222052459730205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115222052459730205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115222052459730205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-i-sit-me-down-in-school-where.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115221547736727062</id><published>2006-07-06T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:51:17.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>so i've been in shelbyville for like 8 days.  alot has kinda happened.  i got sunburnt.  do any of you know dr. fisher? well we're close with him and every year his son john  buys like $1,000.00 worth of illegal fireworks and puts on a better show than pekin.  he lives outside of city limits.  any ways this year his friend from chicago made a suit of armor from duct tape and metal.  he put h his suit on and then they shot him with roman candles.  and i was in shelbyville.  i cna't believe i missed it.  speaking of blowing things up.  last night at church the jr.  puts mentos in 2 liter bottles of diet coke.  apparentyl they shoot 30 ft into air.  and i missed that too. &lt;br /&gt;i don't remember if i told you about the 12 year old boy from church alex that i'm "engaged" to.  if not i'll tell youy later.  we were walking and this girl was like who are you hes said "i'm alex and this si my pookie christen"so all the girls have been calling me pookie.  whatever happend to the old honey and sweetheart? &lt;br /&gt;well i got some scripture to memorize.  i'll post when i get back.  the 18th at 1 am.  oh and someone messed up the schedule.  i leave tomorrow at midnite.  hey tomorrows my b-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115221547736727062?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115221547736727062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115221547736727062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115221547736727062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115221547736727062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115142997088710535</id><published>2006-06-27T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:39:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this will pry be the lasat post imake tilliget back fromguatemala. sry this space bar sucks.  any ways i leave tomorrow morning for shelbyville and get back the 6, then i leave midnighton the 6.get back at 1 am onthe 18.  once again i had something i wanted to blog but forgot.  hhmmmm.  i always do that. well.  while i'm gone please be praying for me and the missions team.  for our health, i forgot to get my maleriand typhoid pills. oh ishould write my dad htis. i'm gonnabe on birth controlwhile i'm gone! seriuos.  i apologize for allthe guys reeadingthis-mr. mike. i just don't watn to be on whilei'm there so my doc said he cangive me birth control and i'll miss.  also prya for our safety.there are a lot of gangs and such down there.we'll aminly be inthe orphanage but like lastyear tow of our boys wereclimbing trees picking alvacados, they were wearing camo pants and white shirts. a lady came running out and told them to getout of the tree. gorillas,not the animal, will shoot anyone in trees orwoods wearing camo.  they said you'd feel the bullet before you even hear it. then most definately pray for our hearts..  this si to be a major learnign experience.  beofre we leave i want to reamindthe team this is for GOds glory not ourstocomeback andsay look what we did, buytlook what God did through me for those children.  i'm gonna miss you all. oh and i made alittlemoremoney.  i'm almost there....&lt;br /&gt;lvoe youa dn willmiss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115142997088710535?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115142997088710535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115142997088710535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115142997088710535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115142997088710535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-this-will-pry-be-lasat-post-imake.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115125887302900125</id><published>2006-06-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:07:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 80's are back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so i had two things to blog about and i only remember one. so i'll tell you.  there's this couple at church, Tammy and Wade, it was there 15 anniversary.  they had the party at hte miller center across from the lagoon.  the theme was 70's and 80's.  everybodydressed up.  phillis did some kind of fara faucet(i pry mispelled it) look with her hair.  casey adn i borrowed a jr high leaders prom dresses from when she was in high school.  she's a year younger than my mom.  caseys dress was black and white polka dot strapless, with long black gloves,a nd cute jewelry.  me, i looked like a loser.  i had this weird pink shortish dress withtons of sequence, the bottom was kinda rufflish(*eeww).  i cna't believe people wore htat.  she had a &lt;em&gt;seventeen&lt;/em&gt; magazine from 1987.  her husbwand went for the preppy look.  one man went as gene simmons from KISS, one lady was stevie Nix, and Slash was there.  it was fun.  htey played a game for coules.  i neede a aprtner so me and a 12 year old boy form church did it.  we ahd fun.  i saw him at church this morning he was liek hey hun everyone one was like ....what????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so yesterday i got a letter form my dad.  i still have to mail him his out cuz casey hasn't written him yet and i need hers.  he filled out a survey that i had taken a while back.  it was fun to read.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;well we're having a cook out i got to go but &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12 days&lt;/span&gt; till guatemala(and like $210.00ish to go) but God will provide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115125887302900125?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115125887302900125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115125887302900125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115125887302900125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115125887302900125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/80s-are-back.html' title='The 80&apos;s are back'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115081712554940232</id><published>2006-06-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:25:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 DAYS UNTIL GUATEMALA/MY 17TH B-DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115081712554940232?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115081712554940232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115081712554940232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115081712554940232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115081712554940232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/18-days-until-guatemalamy-17th-b-day.html' title='18 DAYS UNTIL GUATEMALA/MY 17TH B-DAY'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115073786798904586</id><published>2006-06-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:49:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So Friday was my parents 17th anniversary!!! SO happy for them. its easy for me to remember what number it si cuz my 17th b-day is less than a month later. so i cheat a little, but in a legal way. So i wanted to tell them HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yesterday was fathers day, i woudl've posted yesterday but right after lunch i got sick. i did come into post but when i got logged in i forgot what i was posting about and made some kinda post about journaling. so he goes my fathers day post speech thing-i got a c- in speech so bear with me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to my daddy&lt;/u&gt;-Happy fathers day. so we couldn't be together that won't stop me from lovin you, obviously.  actually i spent the whole day thinking of you, once again obviously.  during church i kept showing my friend alan (who was sitting next to me)all the pics i had of you and telling him stories-for the record i never talk in church. everybody in my youth groupknows you. i tell stories all the time. i remember we used to get you white tail deer shirts every year. you really are the greatest dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to Mr. Mike&lt;/u&gt;- Happy fathers day. i remember the talks you used to give me. you helped me in all the areas my dad couldn't b/c of our situation. i thank you sooo much for that. i remember staying withyou and mrs. kristy alot. you took me in and treated me just like a daughter. i and pry my parents too thank you for that. it really helped me in life. you kept me accoutnable and on track w/ God which is the best thing anyone couldn've done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to Tony-&lt;/u&gt; even witht he cancer you still try and be a dad figure for so many kids. i've talked with you about how you feel so helpless nad bad that youc na't always pull off the role because of your inabilities. you too ahve taught me a lot about GOd. thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;once again i'm sry i didn't post yesterday. for some reason casey adn i both got rally sick after lunch. which is really weird cuz i never gfet sick. i think the last tiem i got sick was when i ate that old chicken thing from taco bell i found old in mrs kristys van. i ate even tho she said the spoiled chicken and mayo woudl make me sick. hey for hte record i did wipe the mayo off-only cuz i don't liek mayo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well todya we have to wash and wax the boat then i have a ball game tonight at 6:30. i have 30 minutes right now i'm going to go write my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh and when i said i was sitting next to alan in church i think my mom knows his dad.  his dads name is....looking in the church directory......Tim Thorne.  i ahve a memory where i think we were in his van with mom and his son alan came skating by and stopped his dad cuz his friend fell down skating and hurt himself.  i swear, stink i'm tryign not to say that, i really really think that was alan and his dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115073786798904586?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115073786798904586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115073786798904586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115073786798904586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115073786798904586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115066056876505030</id><published>2006-06-18T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:56:08.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so  does blogging count as journaling?  i've been talking to a lady from church, michelle, i told you about her in my last post she and everyone else keeps tellign me i need to journal more to get connected, cuz  i feel i'm slowly falling from GOd, and its b/c i'm still strgullin w/ the "old issue".  but see when i blog i don't write everything i'm really thinking.  like yesterday some cool stuff happened.  well i'll tell you all about thatlater, another story for another time.  i'll pry write more latere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115066056876505030?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115066056876505030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115066056876505030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115066056876505030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115066056876505030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-does-blogging-count-as-journaling.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-115013127566510259</id><published>2006-06-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:04:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i've been reading this book series, well i bought them and i read them then casey when caseys done with a book she passes it to blair, and now miss naomis readign them. now i'm reading chloes which is about this rebellous girl whose wasy into music. well she just recently got saved. she is kinda still feeling wierd about pryaing she writes poetry in a form of prayer. i was reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR TIME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's time&lt;br /&gt;You will show&lt;br /&gt;i will be&lt;br /&gt;the first to know&lt;br /&gt;until then&lt;br /&gt;i will wait&lt;br /&gt;on You Lord&lt;br /&gt;and contemplate&lt;br /&gt;just how much&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and to your heart&lt;br /&gt;i'll be true&lt;br /&gt;all i want&lt;br /&gt;is Your best&lt;br /&gt;i can wait&lt;br /&gt;for the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so i've been you know asking GOd ot point me which&lt;br /&gt;direction in life to go. cuz i'm graduating next year.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think about it i think of the time mr. mike,&lt;br /&gt;Chris,a nd i were tlakign adn i was complaining that chris&lt;br /&gt;was younger than me but her knew he already wanted&lt;br /&gt;to be a preacher. well i have an idea of what ithink i'm&lt;br /&gt;gonna do. and for those of you who knew about my&lt;br /&gt;specific struggle a while ago, is hared it with a leader&lt;br /&gt;at church in youth her name is Michelle HOrseman&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday at church they set up these stations&lt;br /&gt;adn one was a littel secluded area with cnadles lit and it&lt;br /&gt;said to sit and be sitll. well michelle was there pryaing&lt;br /&gt;i went over and said i had to talk to her and so it ol dher&lt;br /&gt;well she said sh'e sbeen pryaing and think si should tell&lt;br /&gt;phillis, well thats the last hting i want to do, but i've&lt;br /&gt;been thinking maybe michelles right. so sometime this&lt;br /&gt;week i will. but i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a cooler note, yesterday the girls and i were asked to walk in the tremont turkey festival parade with 91.5 WCIC. it's the christian radio station. we ahd fun throwing cnady, but we ran out of cnady about half way thrugh. there was a lot more poeple there than i had wxpecte. but hye i got a free WCIC shirt. who doesn't love a free t- shirt.&lt;br /&gt;well on wednesday we're pry leaving for Shelbyville. so this will pry be my last post for a week or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-115013127566510259?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/115013127566510259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=115013127566510259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115013127566510259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/115013127566510259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-reading-this-book-series-well.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114963085026324525</id><published>2006-06-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:54:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i think it was friday....no thursday blair came and stayed the night with me.  i hope she ahd fun.  i went to go rent movies for the two of us when teh girls said that wasn't fair(go figure).  so we went and rented movies together(sisters and me) well while i was there i ran into rachle bartz with lydia and karlynn.  i was so happy so i talked withthem for a whie.  well we came homt and watched....fun with dick and jane.  then her and i went and talked.  then we watched when a strager calls.  i told emanda she sould pry get headed toward bed.  well then she wanted to watch a movie with a happier eniding.  so we watched a walk to remember.  i love that movie and as soon as we got it memories started comign.  fromt he time we had the girls night at mrs. kristys and we watched this movei with the guardian.  that was sooo funny.  oh and that amazing ice cream pie it hink it was mrs. kristy made for us.   well blair and i went to bed when i woke up i had to mow they yard.  at lunch phillis said we were goin to go to st louis to activate our six flags  season passes.  i felt so bad cuz that meant blair had to leave.  well at 2ish we left for st. loui.  we stopped at the CITY MUSEUM in st. luosi it was amazing.  seriously.  then we found a hotel.  the next daywe went to six flags.  i got sunburnt like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;now i'm at home..casaey is at ehr bag pipe lesson, the toher girls went to stay thenight at the todds.  i just got home form my pianoa nd voice lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114963085026324525?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114963085026324525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114963085026324525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114963085026324525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114963085026324525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-think-it-was-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114903606496008323</id><published>2006-05-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:41:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot to catch up on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok so lets start with my last small group meeting. id on't rememberthe exact date. i think it was last monday. we met at the park then went to taco bell to grab lunch and bring it back to the park. well it was a nice hot day and a lot of people were at the park. we had sat down for like five minutes and all these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; geese came toward us. diane does not like big birds at all and so her and i took off runing with our food. Lizzie slowly followed. we sat and wathced as the gesse started to litterly chase a coupel. they came back after we ahd finished eating and started following us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;now for this Saturday. Jesse and Rachels last day with the church/youth was on Sunday so saturday night osme leaders took their family out to eat while the youth group came and set up tents in their yard. some of the leaders that were with us ordered pizas. jesse rachel lydia, and karlynn cmae home to a yard filled with 7 tents and teens. they were so happy. they wetn to bed(in their house)areound one thirty. some poeple started going to sleep throughout the night. we had boys in all the tents onthe left and girls ont he right, but one kid broght some friends who didn't agree with that and left. any way me brent jessica blaine and lee(a leader) styaed up all night. i went to lay down areoun 540 so i wouldn't crash in church. well around 610 justin(a leader) put his motorcycle next to Dana(a boy)s head and revved it up. it woke everyon except me. lee had to come in my tent and littelry drag me out onto the lawn. no for the record i was not in pjs. nobody was. its not b/c i woulnd't get out of bed i just seriously didn't hear or wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;well todya i had a softball game. we lost-usualy do- the other teams are so competitve and most of our team has never played. we're there for fun adn screw around. well blair suprised me by showing up. i was so excited cuz i'm trying to spne d a great deal of time with her. especially since she's leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*random*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;blair i lvoe you. i know you've been hurt htis past week by a specific jerk, but your strong. i'm gonna miss you like crazy when you leave. i really don't know what i'm gonna do without you. we've got to screw aournd and get into tourble while hteres time. i know you're a bit nervous about leaving to go work at camp for an entire summer, but its Gods will and he will bless you for going. you're an amazing person. i'm pryaing for you every day while you're gone. i love you liek a sister. actually yu and i are closer than casey and i. *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;well i best get going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114903606496008323?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114903606496008323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114903606496008323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114903606496008323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114833220887318699?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114833220887318699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114833220887318699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114833220887318699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114833220887318699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/05/evolution-of-dance.html' title='the evolution of dance'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114825805089627390</id><published>2006-05-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:34:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So I got a great suprise yesterday.  MR. mike mrs.kristy and family showed up.  it was great. i had no idea they were even in town.  that was such a blessing. i was just talking about them to my small group.   but i looked gross and dirty when they came.  i hadn't showered that dayi had ball practice that morning, theni did some yard work, then cleaned the windshield and scratched the paint on my car.  -some highschoolers wrote class of 06 and like that stuff when i'm not a senior.  then i wacleaning out the fridge in the same dirty clothes i ahd ball practice in.  i my face was all broke out cuz of other reasons(yeah blair, that reason,lol).  but i still very much enjoyed the visit. i got to see audrey, derek was asleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i miss you and love you like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114825805089627390?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114762804008622812</id><published>2006-05-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:28:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for all the moms who read my blog--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;--para mi madre de diez y seis anos-te amo-for my mother of 16 years- i love you. we've had personal struggels but God using htem all in our lives whether or not you realize it. for Mrs. kristy you have played the role of mother when no one else could. i still thank you for all the late nights talks teh i'm proud of you's and all the help you gave me teaching me to grow in CHrist and in life. i sitll emember everything you taught me. to grnadma d and grandma lutz i hope you have a greta mothers day as well. you've both been amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;well here's a short story i read a few days ago. paraphrased into my version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;some guy walked into a flower shop the day before mothers day. he bought a nice bouquet to have wired to his mother who lived 200 miles away. on his way home he saw a woman on the street crying. he asked her whatwas wrong. she said she wanted to buy hermothere a rose for mothers day, but she was short a dollar. he gave hera dollar and asked if she would like a ride. she said yes. they went and bought a rose, tehn he took her to hermom. they pulled up in a cemetary. her mother was dead. while she sat and cried he began to think about when he last saw his mom and hugged her. later that day he went and cancelled the order of flowes to be wired. he drove 200 miles and delivered them himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114762804008622812?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114762804008622812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114762804008622812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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had a bad day at shcool tuesady. wednesday i had a good day until i got to church. jesse(our youth pastor) got upt o do our devotion adn read a verse tehn started crying. he said he couldn't do a devotion tonight. he ahd news for us. he ahd his wife rachel come sit next to him. he said you never know whta you go ttill i'ts gone. rachle is 5 months pregnant with their 3 child. i thot she had a miscarriage. tehn he says the church asked them to resign!! i'm crazy PO-ed at teh church. we all started bawling like crazy. i hit a good relationship with them right off. especially with rachel. she is so easy to talk to and ahs a good heart. While they've been here-a year and a ahlf- we've had 4 teens get baptized adn saved, one boy-18-quit drinking , smoking, and drugs, and is now praying for his dadwho does all that junk. he ahd his first sobriety party a few months ago. when jesse speaks you know its totally from his heart adn from God. rumor has it that the reason he ahd to resign was he wasn't very organize and he spent a lot of time working with leaders outisde of church more than teens. they also have two daughters Lydia, and Karlyn 5 and 3 i believe. they are not moving until spetember they wasnt to have their baby in pekin. there last day with us and our church is may 28. jesse isn't going to guatemala with us any more etiher. man MR. mike nad mrs. kristy just left now jesse and rachel. i erally loved them &amp; theri family. a true blessign from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i definately cried harder then i have in liek eh...a few weeks.  every body kept saying its in Gods plan adn it shappening for a reason.  well sry this may sound unchristiany but...i didn't watn a spiritual answer.  i just wanted to cry.  well i went home and read Ecclesiatstes(mispel)3 a fw times.  it fit great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  well emanda and i made pancakes for dinner and are making popcorn nowso i'm gonna go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114755940863691525?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114755940863691525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114755940863691525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114755940863691525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114755940863691525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-miss-them.html' title='i&apos;ll miss them'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114712879405451439</id><published>2006-05-08T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:53:14.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Weekend :)</title><content type='html'>So lets start with Friday night.  I was begging everyone to take me to Gloria Jeans cuz i was really craving a white chocolate carmel.  no one would take me so steve took me to dairy queen and i got a carmel sundae.  AFter that i went down to the church to work at the Jr. High lock-in.  we played this one amazind game-i think Nate called it Sardines on steroids for those of you who know what the game sardines is.  any way Hannah was one of the people in the game you wanted to stay away from.  well i was following some kid up the stairs when hannah went to "tag" him adn shoved him backwards. so he and i tumbled backwards down teh stairs.  hannah just walked away!! even casey isn't htat mean.  i have a knot on my arm from the rail, rug burn all over, and a crazy bruised knee.&lt;br /&gt;well later i had to take jessica home for a few minutes-girl emergency-and when icmae back i called nate to let us in cuz the doors were locked.  he said go to the front house-a house the church owns-cuz that morning the water pipes in church broke so we had to use those bathrooms.  i walkec over adn the guys were yelling girl girl.  i had no idea what they were saying.  chad walked out form behind a bush and was zippign his pants-i was like what are you doing?!?!?!? then i looked and relized all the guys were behing=d bushes peeing!!!!nate was liek as soon as i hung up with you i realizzed whta happened.  then later on again the boys and girls split up the boys satayed at the church and the girls went ot one of the leaders houses. the boys came over and teepeed us so we went to the church with supersoakers and water balloons.  we abusehdthem and since they had no water they fille dthere supersoakers with what they had-soda and lemonade!!! well we startd runnign through the church and a girl-aileen and i- collided like crazy hard.  we knocked each other back.  she started screaming cuz she got hit in the face.  i got hit in the chest and the wind knocked out of me.  so i couldn't breath.  the girls went adn got nate.  he calle dan ambulance but i said cancel i thot we woudl b fine.  well aileens face is bruised and mu chest is bruides.  and i have a crazy bad headache in the back lower of my head sitll.  i cried silently for a while.  its like i didn't need to cry but i couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;well onto saturday-oh i gto 40 inutes of sleep intht at 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slpet most of saturdaybut i woke up at 2ish at 3 me and jesse jessica, emanda, casey, cody, idno't rememver his name, adn russel all went with bart a guy from church to a peopria pirates game.  we were volunteers.  we had to throw shirts and stuff fromthe field to the crowd during half time and timeouts.  it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church i had a GUatemala meeting then i went ot a peoria chiefs gaem.  for those of you who remember zack form the wedding his brothers were there!! he is in the army now but he'll be home june8.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight CAsey and i have a softball game at 6:30.  phillis just took tony to the hosptial.  yesterday moring he fell and broke his baedside table.  they did a blod coutn and the average adult male ahs 14 units of blood tony has 8.  he has lost 2 units in the last 3 weeks.  his doctor told us to get him to the hospital.  phillis said casey and i still eneded to go to the game ans  watch the girls.  well that was my prom weekend. yup is pent my prom night at hte peoria pirates game. and watched about 17 jr high boys pee itn the bushes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114712879405451439?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114712879405451439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114712879405451439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114712879405451439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114712879405451439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/05/prom-weekend.html' title='Prom Weekend :)'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114679407863989401</id><published>2006-05-04T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:01:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Talking</title><content type='html'>So I hope Blair doesn't totally shoot me for htis, but we've been talking. Since Mr. miek and Mrs. Kristy left everythign in the youth group has fallen apart. I know i'm not technically part of the youth group any more but even i can see things changing. When i was switching youth groups FBC didn't have a youth pastor either so i knwo its tough without one.&lt;br /&gt;We (including myself) still need to remember what we were taught. i know personally i was kinda down last month and kinda through God out the door-I'm sory for thosse of you who were around you could pry notice-. i prayed like 5 min. a week-speaking of that today is National Prayer Day, i read my Bible id ont' think at all. for small groups i taught lessons i ahd previously taught so i wouldn't have to go to the Bible. i mean i was in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;I just kinda wanted to inspire you guys to keep trying(me too). IT is crazy hard without them here making sure we're OK -cuz they coudl always tell when you're lying(how do they do that:))any way but i guess we can be each others help. i think we were taught well enough to help each other out. the Bible says to tell your troubles and stuff you're having trouble with to your brothers(or sisters) so they can help and can kepp you accountable for sins you need to stop- like blairs working w/ some stuff on me(she doesn't fully know it tho)&lt;br /&gt;of course we cna still call mr. mike and mrs. kristy &amp;e-amil, &amp;amp;blog but if you ever need a shoudler to cry on ro a hand to hold or just a hug i knwo you &amp; i will be there for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to share that we're falling apart and it seems most of us are throwing some of what we were atught out the window cuz MR&amp;amp;MRs mike aren't here&lt;br /&gt;I love you all soooooooo much&lt;br /&gt;(if this is offensive to ne one let me no cuz i don't meanto b and i'm sry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Today is CHris Tomins 34th Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114679407863989401?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114679407863989401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114679407863989401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114679407863989401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114679407863989401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/05/weve-been-talking.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Talking'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114660983484151789</id><published>2006-05-02T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:46:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's for Mom</title><content type='html'>No it's not mothers day. but it was my mothers birthdya. i cna't send her an e-mail and i've been intoo much trouble ot ask to send a card so this is for mom to see. to all of you who dont' know my mom turned &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yesterday(i only used purple cuz its her favorite color). i don't know if she'll be happy about this. i think she will b/c i made a post for her, but i also posted her age and old ladies don't like that. shoot. did i say old lady??!! well any way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well the dishes are hollering at me. love you mom. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114660983484151789?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114660983484151789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114660983484151789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114660983484151789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114660983484151789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-ones-for-mom.html' title='This One&apos;s for Mom'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114636513286447873</id><published>2006-04-29T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:36:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>hey i know its been a while since i've posted. not much but hey my dad might be able to come home in 2 1/2 years!!!!! that is answered prayer.  thank you all who have been praying.  oh more good news.  for those of you who don't know this thursday is not only the NATIONAL DAY OF PRAYER but Chris tomlins 34 birthday.  we should celebrate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114636513286447873?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114636513286447873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114636513286447873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114636513286447873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114636513286447873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/sooooooooooo.html' title='sooooooooooo'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114531659655345349</id><published>2006-04-17T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:29:56.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today i got a bunch of jr.high kids together to screw aroudn and have some fun for a few hours.  actually i gave up shopping for this.  anywasy it was cool.  we played volleyball for a while, thens et some stuff on fire(that was emanda-none of the guys could do it-she used a magnifying glass).  well ot carry on we got tired after a while so i grabbed some grub and they al got drinks.  we started playing capture the balloon.  only we only had  one so we just tackled(roughly-no pity) the dude with the balloon.  it popped. we got a ball and the guys changed t the name of teh game to smeer the queer. &lt;br /&gt;i outran a few guys then ahd 3 tackle me at once.  i admit it hurt(a little) and gave me a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; headache.  well now i'm stinky, sweaty, and dirty. so i'm gonna go shower.&lt;br /&gt;crap! i ahve school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad: if you find out what the whole thing with casey was that nick threatende to tell everyone.  you &lt;strong&gt;have to tell me!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  you broke your other promise about 2AM sot you have to find out whats going on for me plz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114531659655345349?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114531659655345349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114531659655345349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114531659655345349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114531659655345349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-today-i-got-bunch-of-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114498083314948723</id><published>2006-04-13T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:13:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chris tomlin</title><content type='html'>i just added chris tomlin to my "other blogs" list&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't updated much though.!!!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114498083314948723?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114498083314948723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114498083314948723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114498083314948723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114498083314948723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/chris-tomlin.html' title='chris tomlin'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114462965148346943</id><published>2006-04-09T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:40:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moms gone</title><content type='html'>so my mom called on i think wednesdayand asked phillis if we could see her on thursday because she was leaving on friday.  she is going ot move down to missouri to stay wiht my grandma(her mom).because she on paroel or probation ro whatever it is she had to lesave within a certain amoutn of time.  so anyways she came over.&lt;br /&gt;so she came over and after a while she aske dphillis if we could go to dairy queen.  &lt;strong&gt;i got ot drive with my mom in the car!!&lt;/strong&gt; she said she was kinda worreid.  well we go thter sat down and started eating i randomly adked her what her pregnancy food with us was.  mine was anythign chocloate, caseys was hot tamallis(mispel), and emandas was burger king whoppers.  then we randomly asked about our deliveries.  my dad wasn't there for mine.  i was 2 weeks late adn my dad was in west virginia for work cause he ahd to get bakc to work- got tired of waiting on me:).  casey's story is more funny, emandas wasn't really too interesting.  i'll tell you caseys'.  my mom can't stand this one guy- Mark- he was my dads best friend .  my mom was having really weird contractions with casey but all she had to do was barely move and they woudl go away.  well my dad looked at her and asked how far apart she was.  she said somethin.  well mom didnt know but casey was [crowning?].  dad was drivin 90mph down broadwayt oward the hospital.  cop started followign him with lights on.  my daddy stop inthe middle of broadway-didn't pull over- and said "my wife is inlabor if you want to ticket me follow me tot he hospital.  cop never followed.  well they got to the hospital and didn't even make it to the delivery room.  the end oh she was a boy til she came out. that was a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways we went home and sat aroudn talking and taking pics.  ig ot my cam corder out til the battery died.  my mom karekoes to rap. omg!! she was singin 50 cent, usher.  then her and i sang follow me by uncle cracker.  i havn't sung that song in years.  it was fun. ask blair she saw the tape.  she said i was a lot liek my mom, and theat my mom talked very cocky-in a good funny, random way:).  she'd pry appreciate that comment.&lt;br /&gt;she gave em a number fo rsome guy i used to no name Jr.  i'm supposed to cal him and ask for guatemala money cuz i guess he's always asking my mom about us girls.  i'd feel really rude and out of palce calling some guy i havn't seen in 5 years and asking for money.  so i'm not gonna call.&lt;br /&gt;well today i took two kids to church.  chad has been comingto our outreach nights-we'v eonly had 2, and for the last 2 wednesday nights. i asked if he would come on sunday mornign s and he said he woudl but his parents won't wake up to give him a ride so i picked him up.  and then jessicas friend alora asked fo ra ride.  after church we had a cookout- it was cool tehn we had a small softball rpactiice and i got sunburned- i'm on my church s softball team. -it's only April how did i get sunburned!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow i'm goingto st.louis i'm leaving at 6:10am better get to bed early&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                love you all lots,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114462965148346943?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114462965148346943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114462965148346943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114462965148346943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114462965148346943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/moms-gone.html' title='moms gone'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114454070812520034</id><published>2006-04-08T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:58:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks</title><content type='html'>you guys this blog thing is realy hard and it sucks like crazy.  birnas won'tshow up.   mr mikes takes me to brians, and blairs disappeared.  i need one of you to come over and fix my computer----aka sego---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114454070812520034?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114454070812520034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114454070812520034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114454070812520034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114454070812520034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-sucks.html' title='this sucks'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114446373558141654</id><published>2006-04-07T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:35:35.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day with blair</title><content type='html'>so Blair and i have justed started spending real time with each other recently and today was one of those times.  she came home from school with me and helped me change my friends list.  we then headed over to ARby's.  we ate had a fun time, and talked for a few then walked around to hte lagoon.  we came home and watched &lt;strong&gt;the chronicles of narnia. &lt;/strong&gt;  an amazing movie.  i lov espending time with blair.  we didn't do as much talking as we usually do, but it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started talking about whne her, ashley miller, adn i went ot see mr.deeds in theater a few years ago and we were throwing food at people in front of us.  we had like 9 refills on our slushie, then ended up dumping our jalepeno peppers in my lap.  i stunked like crazy.  we called a cab to take us home. we waitedlike so long.  the theater closed and we were locked outside fo rlike 30 minute waiting.&lt;br /&gt;  well, just wanted to sayblair , i had a good time tonight thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i have softball practice at 11am tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   christen nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114446373558141654?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114446373558141654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114446373558141654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114446373558141654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114446373558141654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-day-with-blair.html' title='my day with blair'/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25490289.post-114427545879762004</id><published>2006-04-05T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:17:38.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i just got htis blog thing.  mainly fo rtwo reasons, a.  everyone left livejournal  b.  this i slike my best sommunication with Mr. Mike.  well for a first enrty this is short.  time for church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25490289-114427545879762004?l=chicadorada8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/feeds/114427545879762004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25490289&amp;postID=114427545879762004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114427545879762004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25490289/posts/default/114427545879762004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicadorada8.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-just-got-htis-blog-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>christen nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385260700567892680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
