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I'm a nerd, and I love nerdy things. My nerdiness gets fed by lots of things, one of which being where I work. This morning I watched a very interesting Pediatric Grand Rounds on exercise and its residual effects on our immune systems and bodies, especially in the way of fighting injury and disease. This is just a snippet of what I learned. The human body is so fascinating! NK cell lower

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I realized today that I have always secretly thought God was for the single people. You spend a lot of your life single, maybe loving it, maybe not, but for most, it's fact. You cling so much to your faith in those times, because well, you need Him. You're feeling extra vulnerable, wondering what the future holds, figuring out who you are and all while living life and dealing with any number of

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You know those Thursdays that feel like Mondays? (I do.)  Watch this before heading into work and if you're already at work....get your headphones on. Be inspired today!

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For some time now I've claimed this as my life motto, "when you are washing the rice, wash the rice." In fact I likely have blogged about this before, as it came from watching the documentary How to Cook Your Life, a documentary that I love enough to blog about again. If you have enough patience and interest in learning "how to cook your life" from a Zen priest, then you should definitely

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Servanthood is something unnatural to me. After all, life would be so much more simple if the only thing I had to worry about was me, myself and I. It's a discipline really, to put yourself after, and not before something or someone else, and it's a discipline I will continue to practice daily..even if it's painful. There's a parable, or a teaching rather, that Jesus used to address servanthood

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My husband and I moved to Koreatown over two years ago and love it here. It’s “city” enough to feel fun and energetic, yet our street is so welcoming and relatively clean considering how many people live here. We’ve started exploring local restaurants, and very early on we discovered Fat Fish. Neither one of us is crazy about sushi, and we’re only now starting to introduce our taste buds to raw

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It's almost Halloween, and we have already put up the Christmas tree. [Yes, we are that crazy and quirky. ;)] I should clarify that it was originally the husband's idea, but, what can I say? I was drawn in by the holiday music playing ever so softly in the background, and couldn't help but join in. So, I threw on my reindeer pj pants and baked some molasses cookies (visit my kitchen for the

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I'm getting ready to head up to the bay area for my grandpa's funeral. It's going to be strange and surreal, and...well, I'm not sure really what to expect. I don't deal with death very well. It's a natural part of life, but yet so unnatural at the same time. It's like someone that once inhabited the earth, who had friends and family, had possessions, had an e-mail account or a Facebook page, and

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My grandpa passed away last week, and I've been thinking about what I should tell you all about him. I want everyone to know how wonderful he was, but I realize it would be impossible to sum up a life in any brief way. So, here are a few things you should know about my grandpa: He served his country. He was a radio broadcaster. He was an expert at crossword puzzles. He loved golf. He

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We'd spend so many years wading through spiritual counterfeits and wandering down the wrong paths that we were a bit wary of swallowing everything we heard. Just because somebody says something is Christian doesn't mean it really is. We wanted pure, undiluted Christianity--not a slightly modified version. -"No Compromise" p. 125

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"No Compromise" has been on my book shelf since high school. It's traveled around with me, been packed into many a box, but I have yet to finish it. I always start it with every intention to reach the last page, but isn't that the story with most books on our "to read" list? "No Compromise" is the life story of Keith Green, who I've come to call the hippie that loved Jesus. Of course, there are

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This is what the LORD says:   "Stand at the crossroads and look;    ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it,    and you will find rest for your souls."-Jeremiah 6:16 Ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it. Walk in it. Don't begrudgingly take the the path, stop along the way and complain, waver in your steps, just walk in it. Be faithful

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By bjornmeansbear I've been in a funk all week, and to top it off, I had to get my annual TB test for work. 1) I hate needles and 2) the nurse that administered said test was not too pleased I was there (it hurt a lot worse than usual, and I have the marks to prove it!). Ok, now that I have that out of my system, I've been struggling with unmet expectations. Isn't it interesting how we put

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Lately, we've been less and less impressed with our monthly subscription to Netflix, so we've started combing Hulu for some unique content. I know that you visit Hulu regularly to catch up on the latest episodes of The Bachelorette and America's Got Talent...it's Ok, I may or may not watch them from time to time as well, but I'm here to give your brain some real food. There are a few hidden gems

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I'm writing this in bed, on my iPhone. I should be sleeping, as tomorrow is one of my early days, but my mind won't stop turning. Im quirky, in many ways, but one trait that is so persistant, yet not noticeable to most, is my hyper-sensitivity to truth. I heard in a teaching once the role and definition of a prophet. I wish I could repeat word for word how it was taught to me, but my mind isn't

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I've always pushed myself as an artist to paint things that were vibrant with color, layered in the abstract, and very detailed. I've hand painted whole quotes on the sides of canvas, I've mixed colors on the canvas rather than on my palate (gasp!), and I've spent hours pouring over one painting, but the painting I'm working on now is really becoming a labor of love. I'm painting a tree, a giant

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I work for a grant funded organization, which means we have to report annually to our grantors everything we've done in the past year with their money. They want to make sure we've followed through on what we promised to do with their money, and they want details: numbers, lists, descriptions, and summaries. To make this process smoother, we have an online database system that collects all of

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The title of this blog is slightly deceiving, because we all know it’s impossible to live completely without limits, but what is possible is to live limit-LESS. There are times after weeks of stressful days and the weight of the mundane, that I just get restless…as if everything’s building up until it just has to be released. What I’ve discovered is that those feelings grow because of the

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I was the awkwardly skinny girl in jersey #14. My batting average...well, let's just say 90% of the time I got walked and the remaining 10%, I struck out. I was in the lucky right field position, right behind first base. I guess I had a decent arm, but I was definitely no softball stud. This was me in 6th grade. I think I always wanted to be some amazing athlete, to be "that girl," but I just

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Milestones have always been somewhat tricky for me. I've never really felt like milestones have defined my life, like they do for other people. Milestones have a way of been so fleeting, so temporary, and if you really think about milestones, what makes them so memorable isn't what happened, as much as it was the people involved in them. Visually, instead of seeing my life like a timeline, I see

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Life has been keeping me preoccupied lately with those pesky things that don't really matter, but love to demand your attention anyways. I think I really just need to carve out some peaceful time. Time that's intentionally very...not preoccupied. So, I'm going to sit on my balcony once a week for an hour, and just relax. Just me and the sounds of the city.

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I've had few experiences with cancer in my lifetime. They've all been tragic and painful, and if I had hate for anything, it would be cancer. It's such a terrible disease, that just ravages the human body until nothing is left. The very fact that I'm writing about it now, just irks me, and stirs up feelings that I'd rather not dwell on. But, I can say that cancer has been the best, most

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I had a dream that I completed a 10 mile marathon through the forest in the dead of winter. Everyone competed in pairs, one person had to memorize the map and give directions over the radio, and you just had to run and hope you didn't fall behind and get lost. I lost communication with my partner, got lost and fell to the back, but came back and finished in 6th place. It was my first marathon.

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As a kid, I was scared of the normal things: darkness, being alone at night, and creepy monsters under my bed. As I got older, these fears never fully went away. I was scared to wash my face in the bathroom--fearing how vulnerable I was...like I was being watched. Even in my sleep, I was afraid. In the midst of a hot central CA summer, when it was entirely too warm to sleep under the covers, I

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This whole TV situation has consumed the Maw household as of late. Technology is tricky: newer is not always better and technology is inconsistent and unpredictable. Since we've been married, we've never had a TV. We used the computer if we wanted to watch anything or play games. We're not really cable television people anyways, so it's worked well. But, since we moved into our new, slightly

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2010, what best describes you? How about: the year I grew up? Of course my "growing up" will never fully come to a close, but I'd say that 2010 was the year I felt more like an adult--a "coming of age" if you will.  New job~After months of searching, I was blessed with job at another non-profit. (I'm seeing a pattern here in my job preferences.) This new job brought a stable and good income,

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Today we celebrated the retirement of an administrative manager that's been with CHLA for 37 years. She is one of the sweetest old ladies you will ever meet. So full of joy and warmth, that it just radiates out from her big hugs. I will always remember the day when she joined my co-workers and I for lunch, and the Tiger Woods scandal came up. All I know is, that was the hardest I've ever laughed

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Read part 1: Hippies, religion and revelations (Part 1) I wonder sometimes if God feels like Santa Claus? As though He's become a story passed on from generation to generation, and traditions have developed around this persona that's been created for Him? Every culture celebrates Christmas differently, and have their own versions of Santa Claus, and within each culture exists even more complex

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Well folks, I made it one year in my position. Kind of hard to believe that last October, I was nervously starting in a position that was very intimidating. It's taken me the whole year to get truly comfortable with my role, and to really take ownership over our program. I definitely believe that this job has changed me. It's taught me a lot about myself, my strengths and weaknesses, and a

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I walk to work every morning. It's been quite a freeing experience. Nothing quite like fresh morning air and a few peaceful moments to start your day. I walk the same path every day. Straight two blocks and make a left. The thing I love about the city is that there is always something new to discover. I walk by the same buildings every day, but I seem to find something new each time: a sign in

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Progress cannot be made without movers. Movers are the type of people that keep things moving in a forward motion. In a way, we are all movers. We keep the economy moving as consumers and business owners; we keep society moving as employees and employers; we keep communities moving as students and educators. As movers, we participate in the present to move towards the future. Shakers are similar

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"Maybe God wants you to be a writer?" "I don't know what God wants me to be." -An excerpt from a recent dinner conversation I've never been the person that knew exactly what they wanted to be when they grew up. Sure, I had ideas, but they were often the jobs that were a little out of the ordinary: archaeologist, animal trainer, zoologist, singer, journalist. Meanwhile, I had friends that had

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Why is it that the goodness in people often times surprises us? When someone does the right thing, it is often applauded as if they chose to do something truly unnatural. But is goodness unnatural? While we are born imperfect beings, we are also born in the image of God...in goodness. But would we be able to appreciate, to conceive of God's inherent goodness without experiencing what is not good?

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religion • the belief in and worship of a superhuman controlling power, esp. a personal God or gods. • a particular system of faith and worship. • a pursuit or interest to which someone ascribes supreme importance. Religion was something I grew up around, so it was nothing foreign to me. The rituals of prayer, communion, and worship were all just a part of my growing up. It felt only natural for

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Where have the days gone? I can never believe just how quickly time passes...I feel like I'm always saying that, but it's so true. Summer isn't what it used to be. Oh to be a kid again in college and have the summers to be adventurous and work those college student summer jobs. ;) I thought things would settle down after the training year ended in May, but I was oh so very wrong. It's been a

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Are you humming the song yet? Well just in case you aren't, maybe this will help... Ok, so it's not the world's most amazing song...and what can you say about british men (twins??) with old man sweaters and square shaped glasses? Really, I'm just writing to tell you that I've started walking. Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, it's taken me 22 years to discover my legs--and oh what

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I hear this phrase a lot where I work: Don't reinvent the wheel. The focus is efficiency, and building upon pre-existing ideas to develop something better. Why start from square one if you could start ahead and move forward? I recently watched a presentation on TED about saving the ocean. I'm not personally a die hard "save the ocean" advocate, though I do appreciate their mission, but what

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Do you ever have those, "I'm so ridiculous" moments? I had one tonight when I attempted to take a bubble bath and realized that the hot water in our apartment wasn't working. I frantically ran around the apartment trying all the faucets, all the while mumbling to myself about how ridiculous this was and how badly I just wanted a bubble bath. I proceeded to tell Drew the situation in a very

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I'll start by saying that yes, it is in fact true that men tend to leave the toilet seat up. It was a few months into marriage when we had the infamous "toilet" talk, and the conclusion was quite hilarious. I was hot and bothered that he would leave the seat up..I mean, who does that? He pointed out to me that men feel the same way about women always leaving the toilet seat DOWN. Revelation!

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Hey Steve (a.k.a. MacDaddy), Did you know our Apple desktop is also named MacDaddy?! Small world. So, I heard about your iPhone 4, and was very impressed, despite all those mean attendees who refused to stop using the network so you could do your demo. (How dare they!) I must admit, the new baby in the family looks great! He's sleek, modern, well equipped, and quite frankly, has us, tech nerds,

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(mascot=sheep??) I love coffee. To those who know me, this should be nothing of a surprise, as I typically have a cup in my hand. A morning when I haven't had my coffee=not a good morning. Convinced yet? I am always eager to try iced coffee type drinks. Let's not get these drinks confused with energy drinks (that will kill you), I'm just talking about the basics: caffeine in the form of coffee

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The saying "time flies" is most definitely true, and I am still trying to catch up. This month is going to be both crazy and fun as we celebrate some milestones: June 19th, 2010 Moving into our new place (which is awesome by the way)June 20th, 2010 Our 1st year of marriage And the end of our first year in LA! I cannot believe how much has happened within the past year, but am so

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I am somewhat of a nerd, and fully enjoy discovering websites that embrace my nerdy nature. I love G-mail, and I have it open pretty much all the time, and I also love organization (although you probably wouldn't think this if you were to see how messy my bedroom is right now). Now I know that Google has thought of many excellent apps and add-ons to make your internet surfing experience feel

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And we have been relaxing and glued to the couch watching it all morning :) I love seeing the pros playing with the same racquet we play with. Makes me feel a little more pro..Hey, I can dream right?

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I am a sucker for heart warming, hope inspiring tv shows--one of them being Extreme Home Makeover. I just watched this week's episode on my lunch break and found myself nearly balling my eyes out over the touching story and truly wonderful family that was blessed with a vacation and a new home. But then I got to thinking: what happens when that family's bills increase due to the huge house they

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Ever need to find a place in between? A.placebetween.us will take you there. Powered by Google Maps, this website let's you use it pretty much like your standard map, but the magic really happens when you plug in what kind of place in between you are looking for: coffee, food, movie theater, etc... Almost instantly you'll see options that are halfway between your locations, and if a halfway point

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But if the whole faith falls apart when we reexamine and rethink one spring, then it wasn't that strong in the first place was it?This is because a brick is fixed in size. It can't flex or change size, because if it does, then it can't fit into the wall. What happens then is that the wall becomes the sum total of the beliefs, and God becomes as big as the wall. But God is bigger than any wall.

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A couple of months ago we decided that something needed to change. We were paying the monthly fees for two people to be a member at 24-hour Fitness, but we weren't using it consistently enough to justify that money going out the door. Plus, we both were feeling uneasy, and wanted to be more active. One day we decided to play tennis. I played tennis all through high school, and Drew has played off

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I would like to say thank you to "Uncle Sam" for making so much of our lives spent thinking about and spending money. Perhaps my sarcasm can be somewhat quelled by your generous tax refund we received today. (Everyone can be bought for a price right? haha) In all seriousness though, it has been a huge blessing receiving such a sum back from Uncle Sam, and what perfect timing, since we were

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I'm not exactly sure how we came about naming her Malamar Melbourne, except that we were tired of calling her kitty, and Drew came up with the name :) So here's how it all came to be: Yesterday morning we got up early to meet a couple friends to play some tennis. We played for a few hours and had a great time. Afterwards, we went to this deli, Larchmont Cheese & Wine Spirits, and had some

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By day the LORD went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night. Neither the pillar of cloud by day nor the pillar of fire by night left its place in front of the people. -Exodus 13:21-22What a gift to be without knowledge of the future. This blindness is often referred to as a curse,

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Please and thank you will do. Be polite, and quietly slip away to escape the charade's brittle grasp. Though free, you are now left with two options: you can either stare into the ugly, unveiled face of truth, or you can create your own charade and remain intact, though frail. For when you are deceived you can either become the deceiver, or you can become the broken. The broken at least has the

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There will have to be the relinquishing of my right to myself in every phase.So much drips from Oswald Chamber's brief sentence, that I could spend hours peeling back the layers. The word that sticks out the most to me is: phase. Although this passage primarily focuses on that of relinquishing ourselves, the word "phase" just penetrates my thoughts. But how appropriate this designation is. Our

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I'm revisiting a topic I posted about last year to share some new tidbits on my grocery shopping habits. You can read last year's post An Essay of Sorts on Healthy Living to see what else I had to say on the matter. I vaguely mentioned diets in that post, and here, I will actually *gasp* really get behind one (and no, I am getting no money for this blog post..lol). About a year or so ago, my

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Times are changing, and with the changing times, comes bigger and better things we can invest ourselves in. I've recently become quite lazy in packing my lunch for work everyday, but am truly a brown bagger at heart. There's nothing better to motivate you to reduce, reuse, and recycle (and to pack your own lunch), then to find something really creative and eco-friendly to spice up the lunch hour.

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And learning to discern what you can. It has taken me years to come to terms with some areas in my life that in my past have held me captive by their illusions of possible change "if only" I could do this or do that; or become this or become that. A good sign that something is beyond your own control is when you find yourself in a cycle of reoccurring events, and no matter what you do to break

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The art of being a happy consumer is only mastered when you decide to consume. Does this seem a bit off to anyone else? Well that is the point: the very thing that is our downfall can become our "saving grace." I have spent some time thinking about consumerism, and after recently watching a documentary, "No Impact Man," I have come to some conclusions about my consumer ways. We can never not

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Apparently Christians can't get the munchies or make funny commercials, because that's just wrong. I just started attending a church here in LA called Mosaic. (and by just started, I mean last week was my first visit) I'll use this as a disclaimer, that in no way am I biased to say anything in defense of Mosaic that I don't whole heartedly believe. Mosaic's pastor and a group of friends who

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I was doing some grocery shopping the other night and realized I needed some more basalmic salad dressing. As I approached the salad dressing aisle, I noticed quite a few white signs on the shelves reading, "Warning: The products on these shelves contain lead." I bought some anyway, but decided to do some research on this new development when I got home. What I've been able to discover is that

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I got into a very interesting conversation the other night with some friends and my husband regarding ethics. There were only four of us, but each of us seemed to have a slightly different view then the other on this topic. This conversation got me thinking about my own take on ethics, which has been something that I really only explored during my time in college. I tend to operate off of a

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I have the strangest combination of passions: art/creativity, PR/Marketing, animals, writing, and cooking. I'll give $50 to the person that can come up with the perfect job that incorporates all of these areas. (Ok, maybe not real money, but I'd give you brownie points for sure.) Recently I discovered a TV show on Hulu.com called DogTown. DogTown is part of a large animal sanctuary run by an

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Open a savings account, if you don't already have one. Every pay check you receive or other income (gift money, selling things on Craigslist, etc..), transfer a set amount of money from your main account into your savings account. (i.e. $25 per pay check or whatever amount you can afford) If it's too hard to remember to do this, you can set up an automatic transfer. Don't touch the money in your

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I can never get Drew to play Scrabble with me anymore because we get too competitive, and by we, I'm mainly referring to myself. ;) I guess Scrabble Cheez-Its are going to be the closest thing to a real game. Oh, you know I'll be the one in the break room at lunch rearranging the little orange squares to come up with the best word. Got to love the nerd in me.

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Redding Idol~Perhaps the biggest hurdle of my Junior year in college, that continued on to my Senior year. Shall we say, labor of Public Relations love? I'd say it was worth every minute of time I didn't have, just to see our contestants perform this: Redding Idol Opening Act  (from the first year) American Trails~Lucked out and got a position with this awesome non-profit in NorCal. Got to stay

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You might be wondering what I'm doing up at 7:30 a.m. writing a blog. Well, it is Christmas morning, but I am sitting on a couch, in someone else's house, with the sun just barely up, and an odd cat napping next to me. I hear no Christmas music, stockings being opened, the rumble of voices from the kitchen as Christmas morning breakfast is being cooked, instead, I hear next to nothing, besides

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We had no intention of partaking in the experience that we did tonight, but when our first documentary choice didn't work out, Drew mentioned another one that he had been wanting to watch, "The Cove." I had no idea what this would be about, but within the first few minutes, there were scenes of serene ocean waters with dolphins playfully swimming about, I thought I had an idea. I was very wrong.

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Disclaimer: These are my thoughts, my opinons, and I will own them. I support the troops that fight every day for our country. The following are my thoughts regarding a war that has been going on for many years, with more to come. I speak these thoughts from an educated and thoughtful perspective. While my knowledge is not perfect, I am not simply speaking out of nothing. If you don't like what I

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I changed my blog title! I have been contemplating this change for some time, and last night the concept of "without a stitch" kept crossing my mind. Being "without a stitch" to me speaks about our ever changing self. We have no stitches holding us in a form that is rigid and permanent. Instead, we are like pneumas. Pneuma in Ancient Greek means breath, which is also likened to spirit. Our

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I realized today that my blog has officially been viewed 1,000 times. It's an odd feeling to think that I have been blogging for nearly 3 years and that people have taken an interest in my random thoughts. Despite the oddities of this "milestone," I can honestly say that blogging is a very integral part of my daily life. Why do I enjoy blogging? There are many reasons. It's very therapeutic for

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For the sake of love they say, but love sure does forsake us sometimes. Empathy is the biggest piece of the puzzle that's missing from our daily lives. The line between reasonable expectation and unconditional acceptance is often very blurry. The question of "what's it worth?" can be answered in various suitable ways both logical and illogical, yet both can be equally justified. They say

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and when i fear that they have swept over me, had their way with me, and left me, broken and tired on the floor, that is where You meet me. silently you come up next to me. so softly do You tread that at first i don't even know Your presence. i am quietly weeping, my head laying limply in my hands, and my body bowed before Your cross as if it comforts me with its wooden beams.

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I can't tell which days I like better: a mellow day at work, with no pressing deadlines that just seems to drag or a chaotic day at work, with lots of pressure but flies by quickly. Typically, I prefer the second type of day, as I thrive off of deadlines and pressure situations, but there's just those crazy days, when you feel that at any time, the plates will stop spinning and come crashing down

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Growing up, the holidays were marked with traditions. Thanksgiving meant all of our family getting together; making chili cheese Frito dip, little smokies, and a Hillshire Farm beef stick with cheese; watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade--and maybe a little football; looking at all of the Black Friday ads and scoping out which stores we wanted to hit first the next day; sitting around the

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And all in that order ;) Thanksgiving was a brief moment of relaxation and catching up with family. The holidays are the main times of the year where I wish and daydream, while stuck in traffic, that our highways were all conveyer-like tracks. You just put your car on the track, plug in your destination, and relax while everyone, in an orderly fashion, all at the same speed, gets whisked away to

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When we moved, money was tight. And when money is tight, it's time for some serious spring cleaning. :) Textbooks...what are they good for? Absolutely nothing! While this is mostly true, there are some books from college that I would want to keep on my bookshelf, but there was also a good sized pile of ones that I would never need again. I've always heard of Half.com, but shockingly, never had

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I'm blogging about a blog :) Check it out: The blog description: How a family of 5 lives happily on less than $1,000 per month. Interested? I know I was, and she offers up some interesting ideas. http://under1000permonth.blogspot.com/ I don't really remember this from my childhood, but my parents told me that when we were younger, and my dad was a pastor, we lived on about $1,000 a month. No

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It's been far too long since my last post. Every time I go to jot down some thoughts to share, my mind draws a blank. I suppose my lack of blogging inspiration could be due to how busy and tiring starting my new job has been, but I've missed it! Today completes week 4 of working. It's actually very hard for me to believe that I've already been working there that long, as it feels like only last

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Ok, well it's only been 4 days, but I'm going to say that I've worked a full week ;) Where to begin? I am constantly busy, which makes for fairly fast work days, but lots of pressure to meet deadlines/goals. I like the challenge, but I think I will get a much thicker skin from this place. A majority of the people I work with are PhDs and if they aren't, they all have a similar mindset: lots of

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I am starting work on Tuesday!!! Such a strange realization that soon I will have hardly any free time ;) I think the reality really hit me when they surprised me and wanted to take my ID badge photo on the spot. This wouldn't be so bad, but I was in jeans and casual shirt..haha..not my most impressive photo, but who looks at it anyways right? This weekend I need to go work clothes shopping, I

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I need some opinions please! :) Hairstyle #1 Hairstyle #2 Hairstyle #3 Hairstyle #4

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I can still remember this event that transpired about a month or so ago in the grocery store isle. We were shopping and a woman came walking down the isle on her bluetooth headset, talking quite loudly. It was difficult not to listen in, and I heard her say, "We had over 2,000 kids today that received backpacks for school, and not one member of the media was present! Someone in PR didn't do their

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There's a lot of random things that occur living in LA, or just living in general. So here's some Sunday morning randomness for you: -The Yellow Light Rule: When driving in LA, there's a rule in place when you are needing to make a turn at a light. First, you should know, very rarely will you actually have a protected turn signal, and when you do hit those lights, you seriously feel like your

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I'm guilty, and so are you. Not one of us can escape the times and moments when we had a voice, or had a choice, and have refused to fight against what is wrong around us. I watched a documentary today that covered the life and death of Harvey Milk and also of then SF Mayor, Moscone, and it definitely moved me. It moved me in many ways, and in ways that I am sure some of you may not agree with me

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About a year ago, Drew and I decided that we wanted to get a pet. Knowing that we wouldn't be able to have a dog or cat in our new place, we settled on a guinea pig. At this time, we didn't know very much about the care of guinea pigs or pet stores. We went into PetSmart and picked out a guinea pig. We were trying to choose the one that we thought had the best personality. We asked the saleswoman

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Take that title for a spin ;) I thought the best way to make a comeback with my Nibbles section would be to really mix it up a bit. I've missed bringing you all exciting new recipes, and hopefully will become more diligent about trying new things and sharing them! Chicken Parmesan Macaroni Lasagna Ingredients: (Serving size for this recipe could easily be 4-5) -2 large, boneless, skinless

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Without the aid of trained emotions the intellect is powerless against the animal organism.C.S. Lewis

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For those of you that have been following my life for the past few months, you know that the big move to LA has brought many new and wonderful things, as well as some interesting challenges. I have been diligently seeking out a job here, and one that would provide both opportunity and financial support, but more importantly, a place I can really believe in and serve faithfully. Last night I

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Happy Monday everyone! :) Drew and I did a little "Fall Cleaning" this weekend, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to snap some photos of our new place to share with you! It's nothing fancy, but it's a perfect starter place: 1 bedroom, 1 bath, living room, dining area, and kitchen. I should probably brag about our ridiculously large closet..you'll see in the photos...it's every

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I had a strange daydream today. What if we all carried around a book with us? It would be a well worn in, leather bound volume, tucked casually under our arm or in our bag. The innards would contain scribbles upon crisp, yellowing, ivory pages. These scribbles were a written chronology of your life up to that very date. It isn't a journal, as it's more objective then that, strictly facts. Let's

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1.) Behold, the George Foreman Grill. I am demanding that every kitchen in America contain one of these. Ok, well I can't enforce that, but I think it's a really great idea. It literally cooks evenly thawed chicken breasts in under 10 minutes! It's been the best thing we've discovered since our move here. One of my old roommates left her small grill when she moved, and unable to return it, I

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Rejection always faces you with a choice: Accept what cannot be changed and move forward with hope. OR Wallow in self-pity and severely limit your sight by not looking at the bigger picture. No matter what, rejection has a certain sting to it, but which mindset you choose makes all the difference. The truth is, you may have your heart set on something, but in the bigger picture of things, it

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Most of our lives are spent living in the boxes we've created for ourselves. Everyone's box looks unique and different, a deliberate choice of decor, with only a trace of what really lies inside. We're told much of our lives to conform to this, conform to that, to adopt a certain set of characteristics and traits that will make us successful and popular. I remember in grade school when the

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I have been moved today, in ways that I didn't foresee. I watched two documentaries today, both covering different topics, and had different angles, yet both uncovered some real injustices and erroneous actions and ways of thinking that are greatly impacting our lives. I never joined the social justice committee in college, and have never been to a foreign land to serve others. You might say that

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It's been about a year or so now since Drew and I first began our quest for eating and living healthier. I have to tell you that Drew is way more dedicated at times, and doesn't mind the sacrifices involved with this choice...I, on the other hand, struggle with it a lot! But, good news is, it's slowly getting easier :) I have never been a fan of "dieting," as I feel like the diet only works when

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Fun new things: *We found a Thai restaurant two minutes away that makes some delicious chicken yellow curry. *We're also switching to 100% lactose free milk, you wouldn't think it'd be good, but it's the real deal. *Drew made a short, very short, documentary on the guinea pigs. Yep. *I finally finished reading "Moonstone." Finally... *Our friends from OK just got all moved in officially to LA,

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All I can say today is that I must give thanks to God for blessings undeserved. Somehow we have managed to pay our bills for nearly 3 months with little additional income, and living off of money we had saved up prior to the move. We've had more food in our refrigerator than needed, money to give to others in need, and enough money to manage our list of outgoing expenses. I am usually not one to

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The biggest struggle thus far in marriage has been dealing with what I like to call "Cabin Fever." :) For the past few months, Drew and I have been sharing the same living space, every day, all day.While we go to our respective "corners," and are not constantly hanging out with each other, it does feel a bit cramped.We've realized how much we both have a need for lives outside this apartment.This

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I saved that slip of paper, that tiny piece of hope and encouragement I received years ago. There's really nothing of value on that paper, but the scribbled content, "Is. 54:11-14." It was those letters and numbers that became my foundation for a season of hardship. I was in the midst of a war within my soul, with no sight of the end. But a friend spoke into my life in the most powerful way, and

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Four years ago, I stepped onto a small university campus in Northern California, to begin a journey of self-discovery and academic empowerment. Four years later, I stepped off of that campus, never to return again, degree in hand, and ready to take on the world. Nothing challenges you more than the realities of life as a post-grad. Four years of text book reading, class attendance, and mounds of

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I have forgotten how much music awakens my soul. Last week, Drew stumbled upon an old file on my hard drive that contained all of my itunes music from my last computer that crashed! Thousands of songs that I had lost, were found, and I am so so very happy, and so is my ipod, which is now full to the brim with new tunes :) In honor of old days, when playlists would be created every month, here is

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