<?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-7129763565039824626</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:23:41.955-06:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Things I love'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Apple love'/><category term='Best of Minneapolis'/><category term='the Joneses'/><category term='praise God'/><category term='products I love'/><category term='cute'/><category term='collecting addiction'/><category term='LOST'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='Gross'/><category term='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><category term='WFMW'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='fun'/><category term='my life'/><category term='Bad TV'/><category term='Clinging to God'/><category term='dating'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='fangirl heaven'/><category term='In memorium'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Olive Under Grace</title><subtitle type='html'>"For sin shall not be master over you, for you are not under law but under grace." Romans 6:14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129763565039824626.post-6040822888598814314</id><published>2008-03-15T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:09:49.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>did it again</title><content type='html'>Life is just too busy for me to add blogging in so I did it again, I din't even stop by here for two months.  Now that is no way to run a blog.  I haven't even been reading some of my favorite blogs like sweet &lt;a href="http://prettyfunnyforagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;Rocks in my Dryer &lt;/a&gt;(ok, I read it this week b/c of LOST)  AND I haven't even had time to POST here about LOST at all this season.  Crazy busy my life is, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to keep my name private on here, but assuming another moniker never fit me and I always felt like I was trying a dress that was too big, hoping it would shrink and eventually feel comfortable.  It never has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little over a month I'll have my "blogiversary"  but I didn't even post 50 times in that year, so I will start a new blog soon, put up a link here, and something I intend to keep up with.  It'll be different, because I think mostly it'll host my thirifting treasures (and my Pyrex OBSESSION) and I'll chat once in a while on it.  Pyrex I know will keep me coming back to blog.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since I'm on here today, Happy 27th Birthday to me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6040822888598814314?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6040822888598814314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6040822888598814314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6040822888598814314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6040822888598814314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-it-again.html' title='did it again'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6720948664990014033</id><published>2008-01-01T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:41:16.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise God'/><title type='text'>disappearing act</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WOW! It's been two months since I've posted! &lt;em&gt;Over&lt;/em&gt; two months, in fact. One of my "New Year's resolutions" is to blog more. Despite my general dislike for "New Year's resolutions", I made a few anyway this year. I've got a few others, but I'll save that for another post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the disappearing act, anyone who reads this, but the last few months have been SO insanely busy I've hardly seen the light of day. To begin with, &lt;strong&gt;Praise God&lt;/strong&gt;, I found a full-time job! I'm thrilled. The company I was working with part-time got itchy in mid-September about me leaving and did a lot of keep me full-time. And, while not much of a pay bump (oh the non-profit pains- just kidding) it is more responsibility and more of a challenge. I'm doing something now that I NEVER would have thought I'd ever do. I'm the writer (mostly marketing writing) as well as the marketing project manager. It's hard sometimes, but like I said, fun and challenging. Also, it's very very busy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part B of why I've disappeared is because this Christmas marked 2 years since my dad died. Well, actually he died on the 27th, but Christmas is just hard still, and maybe always will be in some senses. And, as a result of it being hard, I unknowingly tend to "go dark" around this time of year. Where most people are going out, having parties with old friends, I just want this time of year to pass quietly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'm back. It's a new year and the "yuckiness" is over, it's time to blog again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6720948664990014033?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6720948664990014033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6720948664990014033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6720948664990014033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6720948664990014033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/disappearing-act.html' title='disappearing act'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8855768663183910937</id><published>2007-10-23T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:00:38.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>*jaw drops open*</title><content type='html'>I so totally &lt;a href="http://www6.comcast.net/news/articles/odd/2007/10/23/ODD.Diamond.Found/"&gt;just found &lt;/a&gt;something I want to do some day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8855768663183910937?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8855768663183910937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8855768663183910937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8855768663183910937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8855768663183910937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/jaw-drops-open.html' title='*jaw drops open*'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-7186537421073914490</id><published>2007-10-02T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:33:48.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In memorium'/><title type='text'>the Matriarch</title><content type='html'>I am by no means an animal lover. I pretty much think all animals are just dirty. And they lick you, and get hair on you, and track dirt all over. It's gross. I dislike cats most of all. They REALLY rub up on you. Also, I'm allergic to cats. My dislike of animals runs so deep that I rarely even think "cute animal videos" are cute. I usually find them obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, on the other hand, couldn't love animals more. She is a fanatic to the nth degree. She will someday be in a career involving animals, though I don't know what she'll do in that regard yet. She's terribly appalled at my dislike of the animal kingdom and even questions if I hate animals. For the record, I don't. I do not wish bad things upon animals. I do not hate animals. I do not want animals to disappear from the earth entirely. I just don't want to have any pets. Nor do I want to be forced to think they are cute. I think may other things are cute. Like babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meerkat&lt;/span&gt; Manor. I was hooked instantly. I haven't missed an episode. I loved the story of this family struggling to survive in the Kalahari Dessert. There were times I cried, like when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; died. There were times I held my breath, like when Flower evicted her daughter &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/meerkat/meet/starsky.html?index=1"&gt;Mozart&lt;/a&gt;. There were times I cheered, like when Mozart found her own tribe to breed within and survive. There were times I shuddered, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I saw scary one-eyed &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/meerkat/meet/commandos.html?index=1"&gt;Hannibal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was Flower. I had a love/hate relationship with her. She was harsh. She cast out her daughters if they got pregnant, so that she could remain the dominant female and retain breeding rights. She led her family with the cunning art that's needed in such a harsh environment. And she loved on her new pups with each new litter. Sometimes she had grace and forgiveness in her, sometimes revenge and brutality. Throughout it all, she was a brave leader for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I sat and wept as she bravely defended her newborn pups as any mother would. She &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/meerkat/flower/flower.html"&gt;met her match &lt;/a&gt;in a cobra who showed no mercy. From a person who really wouldn't call herself an "animal person", I have fallen in love with these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meerkats&lt;/span&gt;, and will sorely miss Flower. The Manor won't be the same; and neither will this "non-animal person".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-7186537421073914490?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7186537421073914490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=7186537421073914490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7186537421073914490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7186537421073914490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='the Matriarch'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6553833241811275749</id><published>2007-09-23T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:37:09.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><title type='text'>Lila</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Goodness. &lt;a href="http://www.curepity.org/fileUpload/Lila_Print.pdf"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; girl is &lt;a href="https://www.curepity.org/default.cfm/PID=1.6.2"&gt;too cute&lt;/a&gt;! I just want to give her a hug and play dolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6553833241811275749?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6553833241811275749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6553833241811275749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6553833241811275749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6553833241811275749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/lila.html' title='Lila'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-7510696554001754112</id><published>2007-09-20T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:28:25.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>Another area that God has been working in my life is my thought process towards dating and marriage.  I randomly picked up a book at &lt;a href="http://www.mynwbooks.com/"&gt;Northwestern Bookstores&lt;/a&gt; called Press Play.  It's good, and an quick read, but what hooked me was the &lt;a href="http://www.pattigordon.com/PressPlayExcerpt.pdf"&gt;first chapter&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things that's like a page out of my life.  As she's recalling her dad's death (I know I talk about this a lot, and I truly don't mean to, but bear with me here for a minute) I was remind of my dad's death.  I've had a hard time since then even being open to dating and she hit the reason dead on.  It's a simple little promise she made after his death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                          "Never again will I let anyone so deep into my heart that they can&lt;br /&gt;                                       hurt me this badly when they leave."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ouch.  That hurt.  I've made that promise secretly too.   I don't want to let my dad's death hinder the way I relate to people.  I don't want his death to stunt me emotionally.  It's a hard thing to admit, but I'm asking God to break that thought process and (in a non-"new age-y" way) allow me to be "open" to the things He has in store for me and not be afraid of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This secret promise has been on my heart even though I didn't really know it, and it hurts to see it in print, but after a good cry and with God's help I'm being led out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait.  Does that mean I have to start dating again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-7510696554001754112?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7510696554001754112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=7510696554001754112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7510696554001754112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7510696554001754112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-7932765793845020098</id><published>2007-09-20T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:02:38.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Man, God is sure doing &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; in me. Not sure exactly &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; that something is but I'm, for one of the first times in my life, actually enjoying this waiting time and being patient. I know it's only been a week, but it's still exciting. Usually patience for me is something I have to fight at to get and something I need to constantly remind myself to ask for. It's easier for me to worry, and I can easliy give in to it. But, this last week, I haven't worried and I have been blessed with patience. Ok, now that I wrote that, it sounds strange and gloaty (is that a word?) but I don't mean it that way. I feel that for the almost two years since my dad's death I have begged for patience regarding my place in life. While tomorrow I may get impatient again, today (and the last week) I have not been, and for that I am grateful to my God. He is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesay, (two days after my interview) I felt like God was calling me out of hoping for that job. And, lo and behold, I was pleased as punch to follow is His leading and stopped thinking about the job. I almost even forgot about the position until they called yesterday to tell me they were "pursuing someone else, but it was close and I am next on the list". Heh. First- next on the list??? Do you really want to tell people that? What if you have to move to that next person? Do you want them to know that they were your second choice? Maybe it's just me, but I thought it was funny. Second- I let him know that God was calling me into something different and I was glad they were pursuing someone else, but "thank you for taking the time to meet with me". He almost seemed a bit shocked that I said that, but oh well. I'm at peace with the situation. I still want a new job, but I am happy to wait for just &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had a good friend speak into my life and tell me things she thinks I should be doing and things I shouldn't even apply for because she knows me and knows I'd ultimatley hate it and that wouldn't be Glorifying to God. I'm praying about the things she's asked me to consider (more working with students in a more concentrated, even in a pastoral way- yikes!). It's scary, but I want to listen to the Lord and wait on His timing. I know the things I like to do (wedding/event planning) but is that what He wants me to do? Is that how I can best honor Him with my life? In what way can I serve Him better? In what way can I bring Glory and Honor to the Almighty? In what capacity will I point people to Jesus? Many of these things are just things that I'm searching out in my "non-work life", but I want to have a ministry in my "work life" as I think all Believers are called into ministry no matter where they are. Yes, as long as I'm walking with Him and following His leading I'm honoring Him with my life, but of course I want that to translate into my "work life" as well. Does that make sense? It totally did in my head. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wait. I know it'll happen when He's ready for me to move on to a new job and out of this "transition phase" and in the meantime, I'm loving this sweet time with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-7932765793845020098?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7932765793845020098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=7932765793845020098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7932765793845020098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7932765793845020098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-3287575147384535016</id><published>2007-09-12T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:14:15.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='products I love'/><title type='text'>Wanty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=J6nTgfS6EiY"&gt;1, 2, 3, 4.  Tell me that you love me more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-3287575147384535016?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3287575147384535016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=3287575147384535016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3287575147384535016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3287575147384535016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/wanty.html' title='Wanty!'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-9026349116319504054</id><published>2007-09-11T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:20:13.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><title type='text'>Frost advisory</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy since the Fair that I've totally forgotten to update! To begin with, the State Fair was a TON of fun. We (my friends and I) ran into &lt;a href="http://www.blueribbonbaking.com/"&gt;Marjorie Johnson&lt;/a&gt;. I let her know that she came to my foods class in high school and that I still have and use her cinnamon roll recipe. She was SO sweet (and exactly the same way she is on Leno!) and excited about that! She also invited me to her book signing on this Friday (I'm totally going). I had already wanted her cookbook, and am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to get it signed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to the Fair, though, my mom, sister, brother and I went to the cemetery b/c it was the day before my dad's birthday. I was extremely emotional all of last week as a result. It's terribly hard to just be "normal" on days like that. His birthday is always the worst. Even worse than the anniversary of his death. I miss him terribly and wish things were "normal" again, but this "new normal" we have isn't so strange anymore. Plus, what is "normal" anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrestling with the notion of being "happy" for about a month now. Maybe it was my dad's impending birthday, maybe it's that I HAVEN'T FOUND A JOB YET, maybe it's placing my hope in things (like a new job) in things more than I thought and less on God and His Word (my intention), or maybe it's upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.aaronandheatherjones.blogspot.com/"&gt;Payton's death&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago &lt;a href="http://prettyfunnyforagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; mentioned the idea of "happiness" I never mentioned it to her, but it really did resonate with me. I want the "pretty life" too, and I need to deal (and not in a begrudgingly way) with the fact that I don't have what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; want (a new job, a place of my own, a husband, babies, then another new job of staying home with my kids- could I &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; greedier?) because of God's sovereignty and plan for my life. Maybe someday He will bring those things into my life, but right now they are not His best for me. That's hard sometimes and frustrating, but that's where I need to rest. In His plan and in His grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another job interview yesterday. They all go SO well, and we (my interviewer and I) hit it off and everyone says they are so impressed with me, my skills, and my resume. Then, I make it to the next round of interviews and things go well again. But, they hire someone else. Fan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;. It's so frustrating. I don't know yet if I "made it" to the next round for this job, but the interview did go well (though I did find my self thinking my interviewer- single and a Christian- was cute! What's wrong with me???). But, then, after the interview, I got so frustrated again because my pessimistic self got all down about how "of course I won't get it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded then of Job. He was stripped away of so many things and yet he praised God continually! Yes, he poured his heart out, yes he wondered why, but He knew God was still there. Job 2:10 says "...Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?..." I so often want the good things and not the "bad". I see myself in a new phase of life- and have been for a while- and I just want the rest of my life to start. I want the things that I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; want to be gone (my dad still alive, this "transition" phase to be over) and I want the things I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want to be here already (a new job... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;...insert previous obnoxious, greedy list...) but I need to accept all of it and live my life fully in a way that's Glorifying to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a review at work this last week, and seriously, it couldn't have gone better. But I still need something new for a variety of reasons, so clearly I am sick because I know they want the best for me and they want to help me find something (it's a nonprofit w/ not a lot of funding and they can't give me something full-time and salaried even though I do 40+ hrs of work crammed very quickly into 20+ hrs to save them money. It's just not an option to make it full-time right now for them, so whatever). Things are going well and I'm where God wants me right now, I'm just very anxious for the next thing to start, but I need to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if all of this made sense, but that's where I'm at right now. Suffice it to say that it's easy to praise God when things are going well, but I am getting a little drained praising Him when things aren't going well. I'm working on it, but I am a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more fun note, I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thrifting&lt;/span&gt; a bit more lately and have found some AMAZING deals! My vintage Pyrex collection is growing and it's so fun to find great pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on a disturbing note, my arch nemesis announced a &lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/weather/hw3/hw3.asp?forecast=pass&amp;pass=warningmap&amp;amp;size=585x438&amp;dpp=0&amp;amp;state=mn"&gt;frost advisory&lt;/a&gt; tonight. It's a bit north of the Twin Cities, but still, a frost advisory in September???? What the heck! I think I need to move away from the north!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-9026349116319504054?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9026349116319504054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=9026349116319504054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/9026349116319504054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/9026349116319504054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/frost-advisory.html' title='Frost advisory'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-5073041611292071827</id><published>2007-08-31T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:07:51.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>heh.</title><content type='html'>My new dream is to have something to put on &lt;a href="http://overheardinminneapolis.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-5073041611292071827?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5073041611292071827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=5073041611292071827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/5073041611292071827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/5073041611292071827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/heh.html' title='heh.'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6262951979910561189</id><published>2007-08-30T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:00:27.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best of Minneapolis'/><title type='text'>It's here!</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I am going (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt; Jesus!) to the Great Minnesota Get Together.  It. Is. Divine.  I can't wait for the food!  And, I enjoy the free stuff.  The good free stuff, mind you, not the crap free stuff.  That's just crap and no one needs more crap.  But, alas, more crap they (the evil fair crap givers) giveaway each year.  Whatever.  Anyway, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perused&lt;/span&gt; the free things booklet online, and have a few questions and a couple tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Is &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/ddga/details.lasso?id=002023A&amp;category=Free!%20Free!&amp;amp;"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; a real fan, or are they leaning towards "energy wise fans" being of the handheld variety?  I'm think the latter, and I'm not amused, Great River Energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Can&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; get a Jack Bauer poster &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/ddga/details.lasso?id=000388&amp;category=Free!%20Free!&amp;amp;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;?  Or even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wentworth&lt;/span&gt; Miller, er, Prison Break poster?  Pretty please?  Not that I need something like that, and certainly wouldn't put it up- but it's a funny thing to have and could be a great joke at work.  Add it to the list of places to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you're smart, you plan ahead at the fair.  Example:  Go &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/ddga/details.lasso?id=000391&amp;category=Free!%20Free!&amp;amp;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; when you're thirsty.  Then go &lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/life/community/events/statefair/2007/default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to fill up your new find (and possibly not keep said new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;water bottle&lt;/span&gt;.  It's just crap.  Crap that, for the day is serving a purpose, but will no longer do so at home.  It'll be crap taking up space then.  Maybe donate it so you're not throwing it away, but seriously.  GET RID OF IT.).  By the by, news places crack me up.  Which leads me to tip #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sometime, in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; blog, I shall introduce you to my arch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt;.  But, for now, suffice it to say that &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; news stations here take their personality- well, just one- way too seriously and puff him just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt;. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said.  For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Seriously, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Medica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/ddga/details.lasso?id=001322A&amp;category=Free!%20Free!&amp;amp;"&gt;temporary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?  Really?  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/ddga/details.lasso?id=002054A&amp;category=Free!%20Free!&amp;amp;"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;?  A God-send at the Fair (yes, it can be called just the Fair and it is proper to capitalize it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How random is &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/ddga/details.lasso?id=001369A&amp;category=Free!%20Free!&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lipbalm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?  From a university no less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, it's greasy, it's a bit smelly, and it's wonderful  I just can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6262951979910561189?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6262951979910561189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6262951979910561189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6262951979910561189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6262951979910561189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-9095550963561922283</id><published>2007-08-29T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:58:25.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WFMW'/><title type='text'>Works For Me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I've never participated in a Works For Me Wednesday, and probably never had any intentions to, but as I was completing my nightly ritual last night, I was reminded of something that DOES "work for me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a night showerer and afterwards I have always put a little lotion on my feet (I read somewhere recently- probably Real Simple- that it's good for your feet and circulation to give yourself a little foot massage w/ lotion at the end of the day- I know I always like it!) and elbows and put some socks on (at least for a while- in the summer it's too stinkin' warm to wear socks for long, plus I hate sleeping in socks anytime of the year). I've never had gross feet or even really dry feet, but in the summer I wear only flip-flops and my feet get a little dry and rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I met &lt;a href="http://www.goldbond.com/gold-bond-products.html?p=3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; lotion (I use the Shea Butter one). Never in my life have I had softer skin and not even the slightest hint of dryness or roughness (is that a word?) on- nay even near- my feet. I use it all over and find it even a bit repairing like &lt;a href="http://www.neutrogena.com/ProductsDetails_12.asp?lProductLineID=12"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; lotion, which if you live in a cold weather state you MUST own- it heals all sorts of wind-chapped hands. Also, it (the 1st lotion) is very light and goes far. It's not greasy and it makes you feel all silky and smooth. I just like touching my feet after the lotion's on- they're so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it works for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was that for my first time? Should I do commercials or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I actually just found the link to the &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/content/0,21770,1623612,00.html"&gt;Real Simple article&lt;/a&gt; that talks about massaging your feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-9095550963561922283?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9095550963561922283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=9095550963561922283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/9095550963561922283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/9095550963561922283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/works-for-me-wednesday.html' title='Works For Me Wednesday'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-4919900861910082189</id><published>2007-08-22T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:56:47.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>mistake?</title><content type='html'>Since I'm new to blogging, I guess I don't know "the rules" all that well.  Yesterday night I was checking the blogs I frequent and saw a picture on one of the blogs I love.  I've been lurking for a year there and not commenting (oops! mistake #1) and have come to love what this sweet woman has to say about her family.  When I started reading, she was pregnant and I think that's what made me stay.  I'm a sucker for pregnant women.  I want to know that everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, what they have, what they name their baby, and how they adjust.  I love kids, and the nanny in me loves to see babies and how the family adjusts (I LOVE babies!).  Plus, this mom has a sweet spirit and I've enjoyed reading about her sweet family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to yesterday, I saw a picture on her blog and clicked on it b/c I was a bit concerned at first.  I could see the logo of her son's private school uniform shirt.  And, it made me nervous. Heck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; don't even know my name b/c it's so rare that if I told you, and since you know I live in Minneapolis (b/c I just told you) you'd EASILY be able to find where I work at a &lt;u&gt;minimum&lt;/u&gt; and probably even much more.  SO, I keep it at Olive, which is a nickname (and my grandmother's name) so someone doesn't find me and who knows what.  Plus, I'm a small, single girl with no husband (I knew that college degree would come in handy single=no husband, now I get it!), and no father to protect me, so I need to be careful.  If I knew how, I'd put up a picture of me, but it wouldn't have any identifying markers, so again, I couldn't be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ANYway&lt;/span&gt;, I posted a comment to this woman to let her know (her email wasn't listed) and she removed the picture and I think even ALL pictures, though I didn't poke around her blog, I just thought I remembered a few other pictures lately, but I could be wrong.  But, I haven't heard from her yet, nor has her posted anything today, so in my paranoid state, I feel like I've offended her or freaked her out.  I hope not.  I would hate for her to be upset about this, or for even posting the picture in the first place, or mad at me for butting in on her blog.  I think she does a great job protecting her family's identity, and this was just a small thing, and it was luckily caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just need to be more careful of what I comment and to whom I comment.  BUT, I will pray about the situation and for her.  I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt; she knows I was just trying to be helpful, but she may never (b/c of the aforementioned lack of email), and I will no longer butt in where I'm apparently not wanted/needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and learn, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-4919900861910082189?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4919900861910082189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=4919900861910082189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4919900861910082189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4919900861910082189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/mistake.html' title='mistake?'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-7846018489027426570</id><published>2007-08-22T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:35:20.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad TV'/><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Maybe it's me, but do the TV people think we're stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why is it that EVERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STINKIN&lt;/span&gt;' TIME someone on TV gets a phone call with bad news, they HAVE to say (while looking utterly confused, almost as if they'd never even seen their cell phone before) "Wait, slow down.  You're.  I.  I.  I can't understand you.  You're talking too fast.  Now, slow down.  What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever got a call like that?  Why is that EVERYONE in TV land gets the same call, from the same Micro-Machine talking crazy that can't just, you know, ACTUALLY SAY WHAT HAPPENED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TV people:  we know, from the poorly timed phone call in the  middle of their most happy moment, or the eerie music looming, or even the wistful way they're remembering the friend/family member who's about to get in an accident,  that the news is coming.  And, guess what?  You're not in any way being original.  You're just replaying the same lame scene over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that was several questions.  But, in my experience, bad calls start with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;)", or "something happened.... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;)" or even "mom? (that's me saying "mom?")... I got hit by a car (trying to stifle tears, but not in ANYWAY speaking auctioneer style)"  [side note- that last one was totally real- and from two springs ago].  But, in my admittedly limited experience with "bad" phone calls, they're not all the frantic, hysterical, I-can't-breathe-but-I-have-to-tell-you-something kind of news.  Yes, those calls exist, but that's the ONLY kind of important/bad-news calls TV people get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's just like how EVERYONE in TV land has twins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Funny how that works, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-7846018489027426570?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7846018489027426570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=7846018489027426570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7846018489027426570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7846018489027426570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/question.html' title='Question.'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-3782003505582157663</id><published>2007-08-20T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:08:52.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting addiction'/><title type='text'>I am sick.</title><content type='html'>Confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My name is Olive and I'm a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that you say? Shop for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, anything. Let's be honest. I'd shop for more stores to shop in if I could. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. Wait. I think I have. I LOVE to shop. I simply, truly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;undeniable&lt;/span&gt; love it. The hunt. The find. Oh, the find! And a sale? Are you kidding me???? It's my crack. I got a good taste when I was younger and it was good; I was instantly hooked. Now, I'm a full-blown addict. I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow, I promise to stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, heard that one before. The seduction of another, beautiful sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inevitably&lt;/span&gt; lures me in with its addictive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cracky&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. That sick, black-magic woman and her schemes to find nice, vintage Pyrex a good home. Why, Goodwill, why??!! You're price-points are clearly rooted in some sort of devilish, crack-filled schemes. And I fall for it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall victim to my crack addiction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rescue&lt;/span&gt; vintage dinnerware, certain for a fate of someone who won't love it as well as me? Oh, no, I couldn't do that to it. I'll volunteer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rescue&lt;/span&gt; it. Milk glass? Bring it on! Vintage fabric? That's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mother-lode&lt;/span&gt;. It's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. Sick. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me. And, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-3782003505582157663?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3782003505582157663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=3782003505582157663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3782003505582157663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3782003505582157663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick.'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-3445837740017193128</id><published>2007-08-12T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:48:12.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>What I did on my summer "vacation"</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've not been very good at this blogging thing. I just get so busy (which is weird b/c I'm single, don't own my own home, and frankly, don't work all &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; much) that by the time I get home, I can't think of a thing to post. BUT I have been busy somehow. AND I have a few fun links for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is having a contest to win $2500. Obviously the odds of winning aren't great, but I guess someone has to right? &lt;a href="http://www.ashwinkhanna.com/archives/19"&gt;Enter here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 Minutes for Mom (I hope I can count since I'm not a mom) is hosting a contest for a giant flat screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/2032/insignia-37inch-flat-panel-lcd-hdtv-contest/trackback/"&gt;Who doesn't want one of those&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, about 6 weeks ago I cut off 13" of my hair (and forgot to take a picture). It's the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time I've done that and then donated to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. A friend did it, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; she could do whatever she wanted as long as it's short and fun. Boy did she deliver. The longest layer was about 1-1/2" below my ears (now closer to 2"- my hair grows fast!) and there's a lot of layers and side bangs too. I can do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; with it! I love my hair (despite the tendency to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frizzy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I've learned to just live with it)- it's very malleable. I can flip it all out and it's fun and spiky, I can turn it all under and it looks like a bob, I can straighten it can it's looks all Vogue-like and hip, I can turn out the bottom, and turn under the top (which I do most days) and it's got a lot of bounce and body and I get lots of compliments. It's a fun hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm STILL looking for a new job. I hate that I'm still looking. Granted, I don't put as much time as I could into looking, but that's because I'm discouraged and getting tired and weary of waiting for whatever God has next for me. And I'm trying to not be "waiting" and be able to live in the moment. I know He is good, and has me where I'm at for a reason. I just want to be doing something else now and wish it were God's timing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister turns 18 on Thursday. *tear* And she and my mom are going skydiving on Thursday. I don't have that desire, so I'll be videotaping it. I'm not really looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to the whole event. I am, however, looking for something really great to give her as a "you're an adult now" gift. And something she'll be able to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. Jewelry maybe? Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, something really great is about to happen. It happens every year and it's WONDERFUL! Yes, it's a bit smelly. Yes, it's crowded. Yes, the essence of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gluttony&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;overindulgence&lt;/span&gt; (not to mention wastefulness). But oh my. Any true Minnesotan has to be a fan of the &lt;a href="http://www.mnstatefair.org/index.html"&gt;Great Minnesota Get Together&lt;/a&gt;. The food, oh the food! The &lt;a href="http://gopher.mnstatefair.org/foodfinder/"&gt;food finder&lt;/a&gt; on-line even has a category for "on-a-stick"! An seriously, the foods on a stick will blow your mind. Who thinks of some of these things? Since I don't eat much meat, my guilty pleasure (because you have to have at least one thing on a stick while there) is cheese on a stick. It's so awful for you, but I say once a year its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have one. And then there's the mini-donuts. Oh, the mini-donuts! Sinful little balls of dough, cinnamon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;, and fat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Delectable&lt;/span&gt;. And, in talking to people in other states (and visiting other fairs) no one else seems to have mini-donuts! And, no, it's not like a funnel cake, they're WAY better. If you go to a fair in MN (not just the Great MN Get Together) you'll find mini-donuts and you have to get them at least once in a summer. I wait until the State Fair to get mine. Oh, and then. I mean, seriously, give me a break. Sweet Martha's cookies are UN-BE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LIEV&lt;/span&gt;-ABLE. If you go and don't get them, well, then, I don't even want to know you. Just kidding. Except not really. ;) And, if you are in town during the Fair, let me know if you need a partner to show you around! I LOVE the fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in LOVE with a new messenger bag. I saw one at the airport when I was dropping someone off recently and was instantly smitten. I have been looking for a fun (and durable!) messenger bag for a long time. I've decided that what I want is really two bags. One leather and one in fun colors. Well, stop the search party! The fun colored one has been located! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;! [Side note: I actually found a leather one at a thrift store this spring (for like $15 too!) and I passed on it b/c I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;figured&lt;/span&gt; that I didn't really need it (which is probably true) so I left and then the next day after kicking myself the whole night, went back and of course it was gone. It was beautiful. Perfect strap depth, nice, dark brown leather, a little worn so it looked used and loved, but not too much so it wasn't useful anymore, and a good metal clasp. I still mourn that bag.] Enter &lt;a href="http://www.timbuk2.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Timbuk&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; and the colored messenger bag. There's so much to choose from that I can't even decided what to get. Obviously, I'm going to build my own. And I'm pretty sure I'm going with the classic messenger bag and not the laptop bag, in a small. But, I want to see if I can see some fabric samples b/c I know the colors won't look the same in real life. I've seen the burnt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and it's much more rusty in real life and the olive isn't as brown as it looks on-line. I want to know if the slate is as bright as it looks on-line. I really think I want to use the burnt orange, I just can't think what else to use it with. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could write more, but this is long enough. :) Back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-3445837740017193128?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3445837740017193128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=3445837740017193128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3445837740017193128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3445837740017193128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html' title='What I did on my summer &quot;vacation&quot;'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8071300674298091218</id><published>2007-08-02T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:28:35.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><title type='text'>God's Sovereignty</title><content type='html'>I got this email tonight from my executive director at work. I've edited the names and such so as to protect people's privacy. I also took out where I work. I work for a non-profit. If you are curious as to the name, I'm more than happy to tell you, I just think it's weird putting it out there for those creepy people wandering about (can you wander in cyberspace?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are thanking God on several fronts for His awesome protection during the bridge collapse on Interstate 35 yesterday. This bridge is located just ¼ mile from our main center and is traveled hundreds of times by many of our students and staff as the main route to the Northeast metro area. I have heard almost a dozen stories from employees and students who were on this bridge just minutes before it went down. I want to share three of the most powerful miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, "Susie" our admissions supervisor told me in tears how at 6:00 last night she was ready to enter the I-35 Bridge over the Mississippi. The Holy Spirit spoke to her very abruptly to turn off the freeway and go a different way home. She obeyed the Holy Spirit arguing with him all the way. Since she takes this same route every day and her commute home takes almost an hour, detouring from the freeway and not crossing over the bridge didn't make sense. Shortly after she detoured from I-35, the bridge went down. "Susie" most likely would have been on that bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second testimony was told to me by dozens of our students. Every Wednesday night for the past 3 years our buses and vans are loaded and a caravan of vehicles transport our men over the I-35 Bridge to a local church. They leave our buildings at 6:00 and cross over the bridge at approximately 6:10. As the caravan of vehicles left the building, a staff who normally drives the bus stayed back with a group of sick students. He called one of the drivers to say that it might be best if "just tonight" they didn't go over the freeway bridge and instead took an alternative route. When the students arrived at the church and heard what had happened, the vast majority got on their knees and wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my daughter (our executive director's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;) who works at the University of Minnesota and is on that bridge every night at around 6:10 p.m. just happened to ask for the day off of work. She also could have been on this bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now they say that over 50 cars are lying near or under the bridge on the bottom of the Mississippi River. They believe that most of these vehicles have fatalities. Thank God for His divine protection! Please pray for our city! Yesterday we had our Minneapolis Police Chief Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and members of the Minneapolis City Council at chapel. It was a powerful time and at the end we prayed together for our city and for God's wisdom on our leaders and law enforcement. Little did we know that just hours later our city would experience the greatest catastrophe in Minnesota's history. Please keep us in prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. God's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sovereignty&lt;/span&gt; is AMAZING. Why does my flesh want to rely on it's self so often? He is able to more than I can even imagine and yet I continually disobey him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgive me Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you Lord for your grace and protection of my co-workers. Thank you for the safety of those who were rescued from the wreckage and please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; those who lost loved ones in this tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8071300674298091218?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8071300674298091218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8071300674298091218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8071300674298091218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8071300674298091218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-sovereignty.html' title='God&apos;s Sovereignty'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-4393544170213106443</id><published>2007-08-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:06:30.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>What a way to bring me back...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've been gone so long- this has been a busy summer! I promise to blog soon (tomorrow) about all that's going on in my life, but, please, pray from my city and those therein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now you've heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=261140"&gt;bridge collapse&lt;/a&gt; on 35W. Currently, the city is in shock, and minor chaos. Night has fallen, so that brings an erie calm to things as it's harder to see the rescue workers pulling out cars and, sadly, bodies. They're telling us to stay off our cell phones (which is hard when people want to check on you and you them), they've called most fire/police departments in the surrounding suburbs in to help. Internet service is slow as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 is a MAJOR highway here and the re-routing will be hard and congested for a long time to come. The thought that that piece of roadway is no longer there is unbelievable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, more than that, is that many people -they're currently reporting 6- have died (and many more are injured). I assume that number will rise as they see the scope of who fell into the Mississippi and drowned. I cannot imagine what they and their families are going through, so, please pray for them and my city as we go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I am fine and so is everyone I know. I work about 2 miles from there at a large Christian non-profit and am praying that everyone with work with and for is safe. I was about 3 miles from the bridge collapse when it happened eating dinner with co-workers. Thankfully, I do not travel that route too often (way too congested usually), and had no need today to go that way. I am back at home now (about 12 miles from the scene of the accident) so I am definitely safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update as/if needed of more prayer requests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-4393544170213106443?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4393544170213106443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=4393544170213106443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4393544170213106443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4393544170213106443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-way-to-bring-me-back.html' title='What a way to bring me back...'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8192080841768383243</id><published>2007-06-27T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:12:37.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>So, this morning, I got a (not so)  great wake-up call.  I didn't get the job.  And, once again, I let it ruin my day.  I hate when I do that.  I allow Satan to use circumstances to affect my mood.  That shouldn't be.  I've just been such an Eyore lately and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has something better for me out there, I know that God has a plan for my life- how many times have I encouraged other people with that, yet I am finding it a hard to believe it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... in an avoidance effort, I followed Abby's lead and took a few "personality" quizzes to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- This one is wierd... Me?  Balanced?  I certainly don't think so very often.  Especailly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- This was also weird, b/c it was the same as Abby.  I thought it was going to say somethign like Milan or Vennice.  Wrong again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3- I just did the MB type thing, so I didn't do it again.  I always get the same thing: ESFJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could get a job now where I took online quizzes!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8192080841768383243?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8192080841768383243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8192080841768383243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8192080841768383243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8192080841768383243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-5642222037443325479</id><published>2007-06-25T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:12:20.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Pagan baby</title><content type='html'>I think I may want to name my first daughter &lt;a href="http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/24/481/"&gt;Mary Twiggy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wipes tears from my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I do love the funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-5642222037443325479?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5642222037443325479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=5642222037443325479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/5642222037443325479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/5642222037443325479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/pagan-baby.html' title='Pagan baby'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6428049045272154891</id><published>2007-06-24T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:28:01.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><title type='text'>Yes, Lord.</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts, as pull I out of this "blah" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Matt &amp; Ginny (who I don't know) went through something similar to what my friends, the &lt;a href="http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favorite-people.html"&gt;Joneses&lt;/a&gt; did this year. I love what Matt said &lt;a href="http://mattandginny.blogspot.com/2007/06/break-leg.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I want, for my life, what their pastor prayed over them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough blessing that they know Your hand is upon me. Enough difficulty to force me to You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://mamasings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; had &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcKu3vhwSAQ&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fmamasings%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; today, and it's a great illustration of God's faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. God is so good. After I typed out my feelings last night, I went to bed, and spent a long time in prayer. As I woke this morning, again, He is gracious and gave me a new day, and a new perspective. I'm not feeling anxious about the job anymore. I am still anxious about other things, but I know He will work those out too. Thank you Lord, for your faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That's really it. I just felt like I should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; thing. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6428049045272154891?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6428049045272154891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6428049045272154891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6428049045272154891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6428049045272154891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-lord.html' title='Yes, Lord.'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-3078972709951883571</id><published>2007-06-23T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:15:03.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray....</title><content type='html'>Two of God's delights &lt;a href="http://www.wilhoite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ameliaallen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;, could use your prayers at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-3078972709951883571?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3078972709951883571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=3078972709951883571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3078972709951883571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3078972709951883571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-pray.html' title='Please pray....'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-687286671072465160</id><published>2007-06-23T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:06:07.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>That's how I feel today.  Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a call about the job today (in my head, I feel like I didn't get the job b/c I didn't get a call, obviously, that's not the only answer/option, but, I'm feeling really down about it all) and Satan used that to really mess with me.  I want that job, and it's something that excites me, which I want out of a new job (my current job is stressful- more on that some other day, suffice it say that it gets hard emotionally seeing people struggle, and I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how much longer I can do it), but I'm afraid of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I won't get something new (and more fun!).  I'm afraid no one will want to hire me.  I'm afraid I'll be living with my mom until I'm 80.  I'm afraid no boy will ever pursue me again.  I'm afraid I'll never get married.  I'm afraid I'll never have kids (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, those last things are obviously intertwined, but you get my drift).  I'm afraid that this is "it" for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want good things to happen to me.  Is that selfish?  Yeah, probably, but that's honestly how I feel right now.  BUT, I'm having a terribly rough day believing that God has good things in store for me.  That He desires good things for me and that this is not "it".  I know intellectually that someday I'll look back at this time in my life and wonder why I worried so much, but on this side of that time, worry is where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7: 9-11 says "Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?  If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 says "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; these are true!  Today, I having a hard time &lt;em&gt;believing&lt;/em&gt; it.  I'm clinging to my Savior, but today has been a hard day.  Psalms 4 &amp; 5 show David crying out to God- that is me tonight.  Abba, hear my cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-687286671072465160?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/687286671072465160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=687286671072465160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/687286671072465160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/687286671072465160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6215687779613677078</id><published>2007-06-20T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:42:15.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><title type='text'>Interview update</title><content type='html'>I had my final interview today at the university for the &lt;a href="http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/relying-on-god-its-good-thing.html"&gt;job &lt;/a&gt;I mentioned.  I was under the impression that I was going to interview with a large group of people, maybe 5-6 people, instead, I had 6 one-on-one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interviews&lt;/span&gt; with the "final round" people!  I took almost two hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It.  Was.  Exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wanted to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  The interview&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; went very well.  I was happy with how I presented myself, happy with how I felt God leading the conversations, and happy with my  "selling myself"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; (a part I HATE about interviewing- don't they just KNOW I'm fantastic?).  But I got in my car afterwards and just wanted to cry.  And call my dad.  I have been in a funk since Father's Day, so that could be part of it.  Father's Day is so weird when you don't have an earthly father anymore to see or call or buy even just a card for.  I mentioned my near crying fit to a co-worker afterwards and she thought that maybe since it was so long I was just intellectually spent and needed just an emotional release, which makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, it was a weird day.  The interview went good (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, great even, but I'm too much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pessimist&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to things about me), but it was a strange day.  I'm hoping to hear by Friday about whether I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; or not.  I'm nervous.  I feel like I'll be a failure if I don't get it, which, I know isn't true, but that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, keeping praying for me, please! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6215687779613677078?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6215687779613677078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6215687779613677078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6215687779613677078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6215687779613677078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/interview-update.html' title='Interview update'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8809613409071897843</id><published>2007-06-19T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T09:39:27.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><title type='text'>I won!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, checked my email before heading off to work, and had this email in my inbox from the ladies at &lt;a href="http://www.indiebabies.typepad.com/"&gt;Indie Babies&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have won the Ten Things Instant Freebie from last Friday’s post!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN things?????? Me??????  Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I won something!  And it looks &lt;a href="http://www.indiebabies.com/2007/06/instant_freebie_2.html"&gt;SO good&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ladies at Indie Babies!  I'll certainly be regaling all (2 who read my little blog) about the products once I get them in the mail.   I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8809613409071897843?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8809613409071897843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8809613409071897843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8809613409071897843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8809613409071897843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-won.html' title='I won!'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-2040710112973598524</id><published>2007-06-17T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:30:52.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>ESFJ</title><content type='html'>I usually think these things are like horoscopes- vauge enough to fit anyone, but yikes- this was actually pretty darn close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ESFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/esfj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you value harmony and mutual understanding.You will apologize or give someone the benefit of the doubt, if it means getting over a fight sooner.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are good at building relationships and connecting with people.You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher. How you see yourself: Organized, dependable, co-operative&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Opinionated, critical, and know-it-all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-2040710112973598524?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2040710112973598524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=2040710112973598524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/2040710112973598524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/2040710112973598524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/esfj.html' title='ESFJ'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8619506169625818037</id><published>2007-06-17T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:31:28.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best of Minneapolis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Because I am boastful of Minneapolis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boomama.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BooMama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wanted to know about our favorite burgers, so, I mentioned the ever-wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.edinagrill.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Edina&lt;/span&gt; Grill&lt;/a&gt;, here in Minneapolis. I needed to bring my review over here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, it is A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MAZ&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the Turkey Burger is THE best burger I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever had. If you ever are in MN (and you should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; visit) you HAVE to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This “diner” is like none other. The Turkey burger consists of “ground turkey, peanuts, jalapeno, onion, garlic and curry seasonings blended together &amp; topped with pepper jack cheese, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poblano&lt;/span&gt; pesto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aioli&lt;/span&gt; and greens”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who puts curry in a burger? And then mixes it with peanuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s out of this world. I never would have, but after trying it- I thought I may have just eaten pure Manna. Add the sweet potato fries with it and you are in burger heaven. It’s always my favorite place to get a burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's so late, or I'd go get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8619506169625818037?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8619506169625818037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8619506169625818037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8619506169625818037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8619506169625818037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/because-i-am-boastful-of-minneapolis.html' title='Because I am boastful of Minneapolis...'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-1915843220772664735</id><published>2007-06-14T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:28:00.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In memorium'/><title type='text'>In memorium...</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is, &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2007/juneweb-only/124-47.0.html"&gt;what a woman&lt;/a&gt;. And, well done, Mrs. Graham. You served your God well. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-1915843220772664735?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1915843220772664735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=1915843220772664735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/1915843220772664735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/1915843220772664735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-post-in-one-day.html' title='In memorium...'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-4996506483750818346</id><published>2007-06-14T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:44:38.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinging to God'/><title type='text'>Relying on God.  It's a good thing.</title><content type='html'>So, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interviewed&lt;/span&gt; I mentioned I had &lt;a href="http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/yikes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;? Well, today (a week and a half later- this HAS to be the longest hiring process ever ;) ) I got a call for a final interview. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do want the job. The place won (again) one of the "Best Christian Workplaces Institute" awards by the BCWI. The people I'd work with seem SO fun. And it's pretty much exactly what I am looking for. It's down to me and one other person. I'd be lying if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't be upset if I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I am choosing to trust the Lord in this. He knows my heart, He knows who's best for this position, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; don't want a job that is outside of His plan for me. So, I am trusting Him and following Him in this venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is not a option here. Giving into the "why would they want me" and the "I'm sure they'll find someone better" aren't an option here. Believing those things is giving into Satan and I won't do that. I have good, Godly friends who speak love and truth into me and their "you're BEYOND perfect for the job!" and "why wouldn't they want you?" are like air to me at times when the enemy can get me down. And, most of all, they are praying for me. I love my friends. They're just such great people to have on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am asking the (literally) 10 people who read my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; corner, will you pray for me too? The position is on the Campus Events team at a local Christian University &amp; Seminary (want to guess which one?) planning and executing events.  My final interview is on Wednesday at 1 pm. Thank you, I covet your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-4996506483750818346?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4996506483750818346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=4996506483750818346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4996506483750818346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4996506483750818346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/relying-on-god-its-good-thing.html' title='Relying on God.  It&apos;s a good thing.'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-1649683029653953660</id><published>2007-06-11T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:48:52.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Joneses'/><title type='text'>My favorite people</title><content type='html'>Last year, some dear friends from college went through the most trying year of their lives.  Sweet baby Payton Christine was born on April 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was born, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umbilical&lt;/span&gt; cord was wrapped around her neck (twice even, maybe) and she had a hard time breathing.  She also had a few skin tags.  After a series of tests, the doctors quickly discovered that she had a heart condition and needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; help at the Mayo clinic.  Payton was air-lifted there and within a few grueling days, even the next day I believe, she had a surgery to widen her aorta and fix a hole between her ventricles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long story and many prayers later, sweet Payton was released from Mayo in June.  They went home to spend the summer as a "normal" family.  I finally got to meet Payton during this time, when they came to the Cities (what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Minnesotans&lt;/span&gt; call the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, derived from "the Twin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cities&lt;/span&gt;"- I know, we're weird).  She was beautiful!  And tiny.  And fragile.  Aaron and Heather had to feed her via a tube in her stomach, and you couldn't pick her up under her arms because of said tube.  But she was wonderful, and because of things she had endured, her vocal cords were temporarily damaged so her sweet, tiny cries were about the cutest thing I'd ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;settled&lt;/span&gt; into "life as normal" for a couple months, and then went to Mayo for a check up in August.  Everything seemed fine, but as they were packing up to leave Rochester, Payton had a seizure.  After yet another series of tests, they discovered that the starting point of the aorta in her heart was  narrow. They couldn't repair it before because she was so small.  The tests showed that that spot had worsened and that it was even more narrow.  She was also diagnosed with what's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CHARGE_syndrome"&gt;CHARGE syndrome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long story and many prayers later, she endured a surgery and many tests before the doctors had to put her on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ECMO"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ECMO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she needed a heart transplant.  As far as I know, she was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EMCO&lt;/span&gt; for the longest a baby at Mayo had ever been (7-1/2 weeks, the longest had been 6 weeks previously).  Amazingly, the Lord provided a heart on the evening of October 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  She was a trouper and God sustained her though the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sweet baby Payton had been through so much, and endured so much.  Her body was so weak that she couldn't come off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ECMO&lt;/span&gt; right after the surgery and her little body just couldn't take anymore;  she passed away two days later, on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life was a wonderful testimony to God's power and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;.  Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she wasn't healed this side of eternity, doesn't mean He is not willing or able to heal us or grant our requests.  She is healed!  God just choose to heal her in a different way than we wanted.  She had a long road ahead of her, and God spared her a life of doctor's visits and surgeries.  She is at peace, and is with her Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Heather loved her and cared for her and prayed over her like only they could.  They were amazing parents, advocates, and prayer warriors for her over her short 6 months on this earth.  Their grace and wisdom through all of this has been inspiring and challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept for them like I'd rarely wept before.  My father had died 10 months before and Payton's illness and passing reminded me of the time when dad was sick and then died.  Living in the "wait and see" lifestyle, living moment to moment in hospitals, and then the aching grief of a life gone from us all too soon.  Not that losing a parent and losing a child are the same thing, but grief is a rocky road and hard thing to explain.  It's a club that no one wants to enter, but a club that brings understanding none the less within it's members- at least to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I was talking to Cindy, my dear friend who (also a friend from college) who is married to Aaron's brother.  She said that they (Cindy and Cory) just found out this weekend and that she had permission to say, but Aaron and Heather are following God's leading and working towards adoption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are looking at a baby from South Korea, India or Ethiopia.  AND, they want to get a "heart baby"!  They feel like the Lord has placed in them a desire to care for "heart babies" and grow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; Cindy called, I was reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; blog who was talking about going through the adoption process and they want a baby with no medical problems.  While I can understand that, and these people are Godly people from what I can tell, but it seems to me that if you're planning on following through with adoption and this is a calling on your life from the Lord, putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;parameters&lt;/span&gt; on it like a "healthy baby" just seems off.  I'm sorry if that offends anyone, but I do.  I think adoption is as &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Sermons/ByDate/2004/175_Predestined_for_Adoption_to_the_Praise_of_His_Glory/"&gt;John Piper &lt;/a&gt;puts it, is an "overflow of the inheritance that you have in Christ from God, your Father."  And I don't think it's really for us to set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;parameters&lt;/span&gt; around that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to go beyond and to &lt;u&gt;seek out&lt;/u&gt; a "heart baby" is so compassionate, and Christ-like, and, well, Aaron and Heather like.  They are just those kind of people.  They know the heart ache this may bring.  They also know the joy this will bring.  They are willing to step into the water and let the Lord lead them.  They are willing to joyfully accept what the Lord wants to bless them with, and they have no regrets.  Payton was a miracle, as will be this next baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to see them go through these steps and follow the Lord in this new adventure.  I hope that if the Lord allows me to be a mother someday, that my husband and I can live up to the high standard that Aaron and Heather have set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my favorite people, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they are fun (but oh are they!), but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they are unabashed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; faith and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; commitment to follow the One who died for them.  They continually point me (and everyone who knows them) to the Lord.  Oh how I love them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would, join me in praying from &lt;a href="http://www.aaronandheatherjones.blogspot.com/"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt; and New Baby Jones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Slide show of &lt;a href="http://hollypetersphotography.com/payton/"&gt;sweet baby Payton&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite picture of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7950/2876/1600/SV500195.jpg"&gt;Payton&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite picture of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7950/2876/1600/SV500343.jpg"&gt;Aaron and Payton&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite picture of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7950/2876/1600/SV500125.jpg"&gt;Heather and Payton&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-1649683029653953660?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1649683029653953660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=1649683029653953660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/1649683029653953660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/1649683029653953660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favorite-people.html' title='My favorite people'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-2098751928810583301</id><published>2007-06-04T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:08:21.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gosh, it's been a busy couple of weeks! As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://prettyfunnyforagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;said, I just need to keep posting! I know. I know. As she also said, People just need to get to know me. So, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Olive is my grandma's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I think it's pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- My real name is spelled so bizarrely that if I told you it and you knew where I lived, you'd easily be able to find me and chop my little body in to many littler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I don't want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- So, I took on Olive as a blogging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moniker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I think Olive can be just the name, or sounds like "I live" sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- You can call me Olive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I am 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I am single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Part of me wishes I wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Someday, I want to be married and have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I live in Minneapolis, MN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- See? Now you know where I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I work in the non-profit industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I was a missionary after college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I live with my mom and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Yeah, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm moving out (again) soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I moved in to save money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And then my dad got sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I stayed to help out after he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I miss him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- But I know he's at peace now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I want a fun, cute apartment I can decorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I want a new job also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- When I get a new job, I'll move out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I had an interview today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I really want the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- It'd be doing events at a Christian University/Seminary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I get nervous about these things and have a hard time trusting God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I want to trust God with ALL areas of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- It's hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I am short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- That was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I love to sew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Basically, I wish I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.marthastewart.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Or, worked for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'd apply if she didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' live in NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I wish she lived near a beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'd be there in a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm a bit of a clean/neat freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- My mom and sister call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/monk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- They're joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm REALLY not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I only have a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eccentricities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Like, I all the switches on a light switch panel to face the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Or, I can't sleep if my closet door is open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I like things to be straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Crooked freaks me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Especially in pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- That's about it for my Monk tendencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I just think Monk is HYSTERICAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I am the oldest of 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- My brother is a year and a half younger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- My sister is 8 1/2 years younger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I remember pretty much all of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I saw ALL of her birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I cut the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;umbilical&lt;/span&gt; cord when she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- She's graduating from high school on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- That makes me want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- When she was born in 1989, I remember thinking that I'd be SO old in 2007 and that we'd probably have flying cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0096874/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to the Future II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; told me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm sad my dad will miss her graduating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I can't believe she's almost an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I hope she doesn't get married before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm one of the only single people left from my group of college friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- There was one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- He met a girl on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- That seems weird to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I think it removes the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pursuing&lt;/span&gt;" aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And, it seems desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I know that's not really true, it's just my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- My opinion may change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I still never want to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I want to marry a funny man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I doubt funny translates over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Mostly, I want to marry a man who LOVES Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And loves the lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And loving LOST wouldn't hurt either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- But that one's not a deal breaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Have you read my blog before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I also love babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- And kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I don't work with kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm afraid I'd be burned out and not like them so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- So I'm a babysitter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to many family friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- It's a good baby fix for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- My cousin is pregnant for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; time in a year and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Another cousin just had a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- His name is Henry August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- August is one of my favorite names for a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://prettyfunnyforagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;has a son named August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I also like her 1st daughter's name a LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'm not sure how to pronounce her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; daughter's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I like it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Is that weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Most names I like for my now fictional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; start with an "A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I wish I didn't think of those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Until I get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I also think about my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Again, I wish I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- It's another area I need to trust God in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I am motivated by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2028:19;&amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Great Commission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I want everyone to hear about God's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatcom.org/english/four.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- It's late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I have to work in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I should go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I'll be back sooner than a week and a half this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-2098751928810583301?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2098751928810583301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=2098751928810583301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/2098751928810583301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/2098751928810583301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8295405306321668024</id><published>2007-05-23T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:38:13.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>Post- LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;All I can say is wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's a lie. I can always say more. I'd like to see a day when I truly can't. Well, the weather subsided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; we saw LOST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;But about the show- WOW. Seriously, WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- HOW far into the future was that last scene? A few months? A year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Does Jack really need to go back to the island?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Can he only get back if Kate's with him on the plane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Who was in the coffin? Sawyer? Ben?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Did everyone get off the island?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Who did Kate need to get back to? Sawyer? Her child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- What happened between Jack and Kate? Why was she so put off by him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Will Jack get a chance to change the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Was the future the future? Or is it the present and the island is the past? Which one are we now in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Are they now off the island until they go back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Who are the people on the boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Who was/is Naomi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Where was Penny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Why didn't Charlie just swim out of the porthole since he knew Naomi lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- What did Walt tell Locke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Why can't Patchy seem to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Is he dead for real this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;- Was Kate pardoned? It didn't seem like she was running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; more questions, and some theories to answer these questions, but I have an important interview early so I should just go to bed. I'm sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Shannon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;will blog about the show soon. I'll try and link to her post at work if I get a chance tomorrow. So, what did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; think about the episode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8295405306321668024?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8295405306321668024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8295405306321668024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8295405306321668024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8295405306321668024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-lost.html' title='Post- LOST'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6373559437366870191</id><published>2007-05-23T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:23:28.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>Here we go again....</title><content type='html'>For the season 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt; of LOST we had major storms, and before the show was about to begin the news channel said they'd play LOST on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; sister channel, so my mom and I switched over (who I watch LOST w/ most weeks), and yes, it did come on.  But, that was when we first saw Desmond in the hatch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; we had no idea what the heck was going on.  It was very confusing.  Half way through, they ran a little scrolling news tag that said they'd switch back to the regular channel at the next commercial.  It was weird.  The storms were bad and luckily we never lost power, but many did, and lots of schools were cancelled the next day b/c they couldn't get power back yet, and there were trees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;branches&lt;/span&gt; all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last year for the finale, there were more storms- nothing even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remotely&lt;/span&gt; serious this time, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; were nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while I was driving home from work, it was raining and the sirens were sounding.  Strange for the middle of the day, I thought.  Then, between the buildings of beautiful  downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;, I was positive I saw "swirling" which is code for "take cover".  I called my mom, and she had lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;branches&lt;/span&gt; down, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fascia&lt;/span&gt; down on the house and a neighbor lost  a HUGE tree.  They don't know if it was a tornado (I doubt it- it'd have been just barely one if it was) but now they're calling it a "micro-burst".  There were reports of two construction trailers being turned over on a highway nearby, and by her house the roads are covered by hail and trees and branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, so far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  And, sadly, we're just worried that LOST will be messed with again!  How silly is that?  It's just a TV show, but we love it, and for the finale, we have a little party w/ friends, and I'd hate for it to ruined.  But, there are things far more important in the world and in my life, so I'm resigned to missing it if I must.  I just hope I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6373559437366870191?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6373559437366870191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6373559437366870191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6373559437366870191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6373559437366870191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again....'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-8649280042867328320</id><published>2007-05-22T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:26:35.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>pre- LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2007/05/five_significan.html"&gt;Shannon &lt;/a&gt;had this post today. I left a comment that said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I too can't WAIT for tomorrow! As for who dies, I think...&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sayid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;3. Bernard or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Danielle&lt;br /&gt;5. Kate (but not really. I think she may "appear dead" but certainly won't die. She and there ever-lovely Jack have a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' left to do.) (and MAYBE Charlie too. And maybe Ben. I heard AT LEASE 5 so there could be more.)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what happens, and what the "game changer" is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow! But sad too, b/c the wait will be long until it comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I am excited to see if Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; tells Kate that he loves her. I just love them. They've had a great build up and romantic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; since day one. I just LOVE how she was so tender with him when she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stitching&lt;/span&gt; him up in the pilot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; though she was scared, but he helped calm her; and how they were coy and cute when he asked her name that first night on the beach. And then the HUG! *sigh* THAT really sold me on them. Do you remember that? When she thought he was dead and she ran over to where he was and was digging like a maniac to get him out of the cave-in. And then when he showed up, she about near knocked him over she was relieved to see him again and hugged him like he was he long-lost love home from war or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that they are flawed and that things aren't easy for them. I love that they are drawn to each other, but are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of being loved for who they really are, faults and all. That's why it was easy for Kate to be with Sawyer- it's easy. It's a choice I wouldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; for her, but she makes a lot of mistakes, and I think she does try to be better and make better choices, but her old self (who wants to run and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of being loved) pokes through a lot. I think we're all like that. We're sinful, and yet we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to make better decisions, but don't always. Good thing we have a forgiving God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just love Jack and Kate. I think they are destined to be together in TV-land-love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I hope tomorrow shows something fun between them to tide me over until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whenever&lt;/span&gt; it comes back. Plus, I know things will be crazy after tomorrow, so seeing that would make me much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I have a secret fear- well dread- that she'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt; w/ Sawyer's baby and Sawyer will finally do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; selfless and sacrifice himself for someone on the island and die, and after Jack and Kate become a couple- because she really doesn't love Sawyer, at least not how she loves Jack- Jack will raise the baby as if it were his own. Jack's like that. But, at the same time, it's stupid for someone to become pregnant at this point b/c w/ the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;time line&lt;/span&gt; there's no time for it to play out, so even for just that reason alone, I don't want it to happen.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-8649280042867328320?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8649280042867328320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=8649280042867328320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8649280042867328320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/8649280042867328320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/pre-lost.html' title='pre- LOST'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-4689150923825671454</id><published>2007-05-18T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:17:09.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad TV'/><title type='text'>Open letter</title><content type='html'>Dear ABC and Grey's Anatomy writers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to let you know that you have lost this viewer from Grey's for, oh, say, &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. I am sick of being treated as if I have no brain or no morals by you and your supposed "writers". Your show, when it began, was fun. Your show now? Not so much fun. Let me lay out my qualms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a Christian, I can not endorse a show that GLORIFIES adultery. I simply can not. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plot line&lt;/span&gt; is disgusting and by trying to get us to sympathize with her is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;despicable&lt;/span&gt;. And you should be ashamed. George and Callie are married. Plain and simple. Alex SHOULD not have gone after Ava/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Because she is MARRIED. In an age wherein everyone and their mother thinks that marriage is something to just play games with, I would hope you could rise above that to be different. Instead, you are no different than any other network. And you're boring me. I will not participate in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adultery&lt;/span&gt; glorifying soap-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For anyone who watches the show, it makes no sense that Callie got the Chief Resident position over Bailey. Another stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;plot line&lt;/span&gt;. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have GOT to get rid of Meredith. She is a poor actress, and quite screechy whenever she tries to speak above a moderate tone. I have never seen a show where the main character is so unlikeable. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elicits&lt;/span&gt; no sympathy here. She is an adult and doesn't know how to behave like one. Plus, the writers for her are ridiculous. Her mother dies. Her step mother dies. Her father slaps her. And still, I don't care. I don't think most people do. Everyone else on the show is more engaging and more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Derek. Give me a break. As if HE is the mature one. His soap-box stand last night made me nearly roll my eyes out of my head. Yes, Meredith hasn't given two hoots about him lately. Yes, her sister flirted with him (I'll address &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; in a minute). Yes, their relationship is screwed up. Of course it is, THEY'RE BOTH CHILDREN! He has not shown himself to be the "normal" one, pretty much, ever. And then he all of a sudden decides to cast judgement on &lt;em&gt;Meredith&lt;/em&gt;? Well, that part I actually get. He&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; a putz. But don't try to make me believe he's really in they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; for the long haul. He's in they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he wants to be today and he has something to hold over her head. Just like he did with Addison. He's such a joke. And NOT so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt;, by the way. Also, given his character, he would NOT have given up the Chief of Surgery position. Like Bailey losing Chief Resident to Callie, another stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;plot line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Meredith's sister is now the new intern? You've GOT to be kidding. You don't have an original idea? Plus? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Christina. Lucky for you, she was the only one who was great last night. She stayed true to herself and was dead-on for Christina. Too bad she was the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I won't. Last night, and many nights before that, were not the same show that I fell in love with. They were a far lesser quality, with no plus or thought process to them. It was not different, it was not new. It was the same old, same old crap. This show has lost all intrigue for me. I doubt you care, since I am one lone person, but, alas, I thought you should know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a former Grey's viewer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-4689150923825671454?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4689150923825671454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=4689150923825671454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4689150923825671454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/4689150923825671454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/open-letter.html' title='Open letter'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-6334156187637232085</id><published>2007-05-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:07:29.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirl heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>I may be in fangirl heaven....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, a few quick things about LOST tonight, and then on to the REAL DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughts about tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Interesting that there was no mention of Locke (aside from Ben's simple "he had an accident, which his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;-daughter didn't buy for a second). I think next week he'll pop up alive and crazy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't decide which side Juliet is on except her own. Was what she said about the Looking Glass a lie or what she was told by Ben? And if the latter, why did she believe him? Is she setting Charlie and Desmond up? I thought so, b/c to have Charlie go off like that towards impending doom, seem too simple. And when is that helicopter that Desmond saw coming? Soon? Will some people get off the island this season? How weird would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I loved Jack tonight. He was right. He has been right. Drastic times call for drastic measures. And he's a good leader. Reluctant at times, but good. Rose and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sayid&lt;/span&gt; are good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;counselors&lt;/span&gt; to him. I like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I yelled at the TV when I thought Charlie didn't leave his ring for Aaron. I cried when we saw he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETA&lt;/strong&gt;: I just thought of something. Maybe the freaky Dharma shark reappers next week since they've disturbed the Looking Glass? I'd HATE for Charlie to go that way. Same for Desmond. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETA part deux&lt;/strong&gt;: I always love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6867118/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;recap.  It's fun.  And don't forget to check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2007/05/your_friendly_l.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Shannon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;LOST post w/ links to other LOST bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now.... NEXT WEEK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spoilerslost.blogspot.com/2007/05/through-looking-glass-promos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;, you'll see the US promo and the Canadian promo (and probably others spoilers, so look at your own risk. I don't want to know anything before next week that isn't in a commercial I'm so close and it'll just ruin it at this point). Yes, we get different promos. Usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CTV&lt;/span&gt; shows more stuff, but for next week that wasn't really the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I LOVE is that the US promo shows what looks like Jack telling Kate he loves her. *sigh* (I hope it wasn't just fancy editing and he says it to someone else. That would tick me off royally.) I've been rooting for them since Day 1, and while I know nothing will be finalized and it'll surely be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ambiguous&lt;/span&gt;, I've been waiting for this. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fangirl&lt;/span&gt; heart may explode with joy next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then be promptly stepped on by The Powers That Be. They like to mess with us. E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;specially&lt;/span&gt; at season finales. Punks. Evangeline Lilly said in an interview that the "surprise" at the end even shocked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-6334156187637232085?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6334156187637232085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=6334156187637232085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6334156187637232085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/6334156187637232085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-may-be-in-fangirl-heaven.html' title='I may be in fangirl heaven....'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-7704207425532586682</id><published>2007-05-10T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:13:04.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*ah*. The day after LOST. It's always a refreshing feeling, since you finally know the "secrets" that the commercials leading up to that episode have spilled. But, then again, it's also a frustrating because you see the previews for next week and your head is spinning trying to figure out what is going on. But, alas, we only have three more years of this. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Theme this week on LOST? Ben's as crazy as we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I am still so intriqued by him. Seriously, WHAT is his deal? Is HE "special"? And since we're talking about it, what does "special" mean? (And since I'm still talking about it, what were the results of testing that they did on Walt?) But, back to Ben. Basically, he's crazy. Crazy with power. Crazy for answers about his mother. Crazy with revenge. Crazy with hatred for his father. Just crazy. BUT I did so love the boy who played little Ben. He was sweet. And cute. But oddly looked like grown-up Ben who is not sweet. Nor cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speaking of little Ben, when he got himself out of the pile-on (sp?) and ran into that guy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0115376/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suddenly Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; who I guess is named Richard. Except Ben is still little Ben and Suddenly Susan guy is not so little. So, I guess that's a big secret of the island! (Not meant to be read w/ sarcasism.) (Seriously.) They tried to mess with us for a second w/ his beard and all, but it was obviously him, and then he spoke and well, yeah, not so little and far to hairy was he. Was he right about what he said to Locke the episode before? Are the "natives" as they're called by the Darhma people (I like that Dharma had "Others" too!) looking for a "savior" of sorts? Is it Locke? Was Ben a decoy, or someone who paved the way for Locke, the real "savior"? My head is spinning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Locke demands to see Jacob and Ben finally takes him there, but, again, the crazy theme plays out as Locke doesn't see the man in the chair that Ben's rattling on to. Until Locke leaves. And uses his flashlight. Oops. Chaos enuses and the lot nearly die as things are flown around the room and broken glass swirls about. I skipped back the TiVo and wathed in slo-mo and did see a freaky profile who looks, to me, like Patchy, but it certainly isn't him, so who knows who it is. I think the writers/TPTB have said that we've never seen Jacob before, so he's not an "old" charater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When Locke and Ben were about to walk in I was picturing Jabba the Hut, so I may be calling him Jabba from now on...... yeah, I thinkI will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Is Jabba being held there against his will? Seems so. That's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Back at camp, everyone was discussing what to do about Jack, when he and Juliet came up from out of the woods (off to get dynamite, maybe?). I've seen on message boards about people being pissed at Jack for acting all superior and all, but, people, THEY WANTED HIM TO LEAD. While they were spazzing, he and Juliet were coming up with what to do, so that SOMEONE could lead, and, you know, not let chaos reign there. I'm glad he did. And, unless proved wrong, I'm on Team Jack, because he's done a good job so far, and has been one of the only people to, well, not kill anyone. Well, that could change in the next few weeks, but, still, he's done a good job, and if he feels he needs to keep his plan close to the vest, that's fine. All good leaders need some room to, you know, lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I thought it was funny that a) the Losties all know now ath Jin was sterile before the crash (poor Jin!) and b) everyone looked guilty when Jack and Juliet came walking up, like they were in high school and got caught gossiping about their best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I know I said last week that Locke was a goner, but I enter a caveat that if he is indeed the "savior" or whatever, this could be a "test" of some sort or Jabba will save him so he can fullfill whatever he needs to on the island. I still think Sawyer's a goner, and I don't think both of them will die in the span of just a few episodes, so we'll see what the finale brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8.  Did you like that Ben was born "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/episodes?pn=episodes&amp;s=3&amp;amp;ep=307&amp;pg=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not in Portland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"?  hehe.  I love those writers.  Also, I assume that bunny Ben shook at Sawyer was the same one he had as a kid?  Since, age/death are apparently not something they worry about too much, I guess it probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, that's it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shannon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted about it, and has othere links &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2007/05/they_dont_call_.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;. *runs off to see what other people are thinking about this episode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-7704207425532586682?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7704207425532586682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=7704207425532586682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7704207425532586682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7704207425532586682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-7177755455872335349</id><published>2007-05-09T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:42:55.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, since I've just begun here (and on ones reading- hopefully that's not a permanent state of being, though), I want to settle in and get all beautified- her designs are GORGEOUS! So, I'm throwing my proverbial bloggy hat in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydaymommy.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyday Mommy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mother's Day contest. I hope it's ok that I'm not a mom. Maybe I should ask her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(I'd post the button, but I don't know how to.  If someone- ANYONE- happens to read this and knows how to do it, let me know. Gracias!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again, if anyone stumles upon here- you should really sign up- she seems so fun and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-7177755455872335349?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7177755455872335349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=7177755455872335349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7177755455872335349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/7177755455872335349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-contest.html' title='My first contest!'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-5217052318352196213</id><published>2007-05-08T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:29:19.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gross'/><title type='text'>*drops dead*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thelaundress.com/AskTheLaundress/keyPoints.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the 5th point under "what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean to tell me that my fabric softener has- did you read it?- BEEF FAT in it? BEEF FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEF FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEF. FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ok with this. Is it liquid softener that has it? Or, just dryer sheets? Both? What's in my liquid detergent that shouldn't be? Huh? This is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; gross. I want to vomit. I starting an inquiry. And tearing off my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not that last part. But still. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-5217052318352196213?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5217052318352196213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=5217052318352196213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/5217052318352196213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/5217052318352196213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/drops-dead.html' title='*drops dead*'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-3138869174910523046</id><published>2007-05-07T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:40:22.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=261196&amp;GT1=7703"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the end date is sad. I love the show, and, don't get me wrong, but I always advocated an early exit so as to avoid the "dragging on" criticism that was bound to happen. Plus, I am a huge Jack and Kate fan and as long as they get together, I'm fine with any time line. But, then, on the other hand, I know a lot of people who are vehemently upset at the Sawyer/Kate pairing this year, so maybe the more spread out time line allows for Jack/Kate to build up more "naturally" (as if anything on TV is natural *rolls eyes*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever. I just think it's sad to know the end date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I find it obnoxious that it's 48 more episodes spread over 3 years (16 episodes/season for the mathly-challenged). I mean, why couldn't they just have done two seasons w/ 24 episodes each and just be done? Money, honey? Probably. I like that there'll be three more seasons, I just wish we weren't getting gypped in episodes. I'd rather they go out with a bang and a bit longer of a season instead of trying to milk it, which I feel is what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while I'm on the subject that is LOST. Let me rattle on about last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes. I am a Kate fan. I don't for a second think she was nitwit by going to Jack with the info about Naomi. For a lot of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Jack has REPEATEDLY shown that he is a leader not just in that people want him to lead, but in that he truly has the best intentions for the Losties survival. So her showing that she still trusts him isn't moronic- it's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) It shows that she really cares for him. And that it's hard for her. She trusts him above all others, and I think that was sorely overlooked. She trusts him with her life, and the lives of everyone else on the island. AND, for Kate, that's not something she's ever really done since she, well, blew up her dad and went on the lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I laughed at how many people are thinking that Jack is "brainwashed" or working for the Others. Again, he's always had the Losties best interest at heart and I think he's either playing Juliet, or he and Juliet are working together and she's some freaky triple-mole and Jack's totally in on whatever the Other's are planning (the attack to kidnap the pregnant women?). Whatever it is, I don't think he's sinister. Also, I think that The Powers That Be like to show us one thing with their right hand, while sneaking up behind us and freaking us out with the left. Whatever Jack and Juliet are up to can't be so obvious that we got it the first episode they not-so-subtlely-hinted at it with the simple "not yet" line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I, along with the whole free world, knew that Locke's dad was the real Mr. Sawyer, but, WOW. That was one of THE MOST gruesome deaths I've ever seen (and heard!). Especially on prime time. Gross. All I can say is- shame on Locke for putting Sawyer in that place, and double shame on Sawyer for not rising above the pain and proving he's not what he's been shown to be the whole series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most (all? I can't think far enough back to Boone, and we never really got enough about Libby) people who've died on the show had the opportunity to "redeem" themselves. A few examples: Shannon- she needed to show that she could love w/o it be about material possessions and that someone could love her for who she is. She did that. And then she died. Mr. Eko- he needed to repent and ask for forgiveness from his brother and build a church. He did that. And then he died. (Ok, the church wasn't finished).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that because Sawyer needed to meet Mr. Sawyer and NOT kill him. That was what he needed to overcome. He couldn't do it. And so, I think he's a goner. After that vile display, I don't think he'll be around much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Locke's a goner too, and he'll realize that he put to much faith in the island. Also, he needed to get over what happened with his dad, and I think he did. Albeit disgustingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is the real Mr. Sawyer really dead? What about Patchy coming back alive or whatever he did? Do people really come back to life on that freaky island? Or is it just Others? Or, was he never dead? Or.... man, my head hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And, does Ben want Locke to see what could happen on the island and that dead people don't stay dead long? And is he sadistic enough to let little kids watch a murder b/c that scene at Other Summer Camp was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was glad to see Sayid. I like him. I also think he's not going to be around too long. His "thing" is to find Nadia and unless she shows up in the "box", I don't see how that will happen. So maybe killing him Libby-style will just shake things up a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, enough about LOST for now. Besides another episode will be on in a couple days anyway. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-3138869174910523046?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3138869174910523046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=3138869174910523046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3138869174910523046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3138869174910523046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/sniff-seeing-end-date-is-sad.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-9076893883702371685</id><published>2007-04-30T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:30:05.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I love'/><title type='text'>Ode to Mt. Dew</title><content type='html'>Your taste was enticing for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet nectar I no longer enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;You are sugary,&lt;br /&gt;you are bubbly,&lt;br /&gt;you are full of caffine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days I have missed you;&lt;br /&gt;but I know better than to give in.&lt;br /&gt;The headaches will pass,&lt;br /&gt;the cravings will subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You became too comfortable a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Darn my enjoyment of you!&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I hope we can be friendly again.&lt;br /&gt;But not too friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-9076893883702371685?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9076893883702371685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=9076893883702371685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/9076893883702371685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/9076893883702371685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/04/ode-to-mt-dew.html' title='Ode to Mt. Dew'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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-7129763565039824626.post-3578796452647756114</id><published>2007-04-28T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:36:12.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, here I go. I started a blog. I've thought about this for awhile. I figure that since I lurk on everyone else's blogs. I may as well just come to the party all ready (plus I HATE myspace and I refuse to join that dating scene, er, trap-o-death). Hopefully, this will help me de-lurk. And, who knows who'll ever read this but from one lurker to another- I'd love to hear from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who am I? I am a child of the King. Want to know more? Stay tuned. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129763565039824626-3578796452647756114?l=oliveundergrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3578796452647756114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129763565039824626&amp;postID=3578796452647756114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3578796452647756114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129763565039824626/posts/default/3578796452647756114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveundergrace.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>Olive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213211073162315447</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>
