<?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-13764176</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:51:50.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my blog:

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i am who it says i am</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-113542806075082843</id><published>2005-12-24T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T14:24:30.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carols for Nurses</title><content type='html'>I received this from a nursing ezine this morning and thought I'd throw it up here. It gives a glimpse inside the minds of those altruistic caregivers who administer potent medications, start IVs and dole out empathy to those with suboptimal health--especially at Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Twelfth Day of Christmas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th day of Christmas, my Charge Nurse gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve brand new orders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven linen changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten meds at seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine bags of tube feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight… new… I.V.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven complete bed baths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six different pressors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five over-due lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four irate families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three wet-to-dry dressings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys with c-diff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t get my lunch until 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113542806075082843?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113542806075082843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113542806075082843&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113542806075082843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113542806075082843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/12/carols-for-nurses.html' title='Carols for Nurses'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113521551184190811</id><published>2005-12-21T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:38:32.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/12-21-05_2034-711841.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I followed a Mini Cooper going up Academy Street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113521551184190811?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113521551184190811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113521551184190811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113521551184190811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113521551184190811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-followed-mini-cooper-going-up.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113513630929765785</id><published>2005-12-20T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:41:40.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearance of godliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2 Timothy 3:1 But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. 2 For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, 4 treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, 5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power&lt;/span&gt;. Avoid such people. 6 For among them are those who creep into households and capture weak women, burdened with sins and led astray by various passions, 7 always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth. 8 Just as Jannes and Jambres opposed Moses, so these men also oppose the truth, men corrupted in mind and disqualified regarding the faith. 9 But they will not get very far, for their folly will be plain to all, as was that of those two men.   (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emphasis mine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, this phrase haunts me. What does that mean really? Having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. There is no doubt in my mind that vv. 2-6 describe the people of this time; but to what form of godliness does the passage refer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113513630929765785?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113513630929765785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113513630929765785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113513630929765785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113513630929765785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/12/appearance-of-godliness.html' title='Appearance of godliness'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113461375773705707</id><published>2005-12-14T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:29:17.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of Narnia</title><content type='html'>Still haven't seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113461375773705707?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113461375773705707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113461375773705707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113461375773705707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113461375773705707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/12/chronicles-of-narnia.html' title='Chronicles of Narnia'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113461332741426908</id><published>2005-12-14T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:18:42.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, December 14, 2005</title><content type='html'>Sitting at my keyboard and taking survey of the room: artificial tree lit up in the corner and pieces of a stand waiting to be assembled next to my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small group ramblings:&lt;br /&gt;Homework review:  We identified our passions.  snowboarding, painting, singing, clowns, Psychology, writing, Jesus, etc.&lt;br /&gt;We identified that our number one passion is Jesus. Meaning: we want Jesus to be our first, foremost and only passion. He needs to be #1 on a list of 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:  Formulate a plan for passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and, as an aside, we'll be having  an annual &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebration of the human mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thanks Rosalyn and Lydia)&lt;/span&gt;. Colors are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and white-- please act, dress and bring snacks accordingly.  (not really sure what that means but thought it sounded good)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113461332741426908?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113461332741426908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113461332741426908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113461332741426908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113461332741426908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/12/wednesday-december-14-2005.html' title='Wednesday, December 14, 2005'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113349244320904936</id><published>2005-12-01T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:00:43.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 Hits</title><content type='html'>My counter now reads 1000!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113349244320904936?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113349244320904936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113349244320904936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113349244320904936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113349244320904936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/12/1000-hits.html' title='1000 Hits'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-113321547189270006</id><published>2005-11-28T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:04:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Parade--Varsity event</title><content type='html'>This Saturday, December 3rd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitakers at 6:45 PM. &lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/directions/main.adp?go=1&amp;do=nw&amp;amp;rmm=1&amp;mo=ma&amp;amp;2si=navt&amp;1gi=0&amp;amp;un=m&amp;1da=-1.000000&amp;amp;1rc=L1AAA&amp;1n=AROOSTOOK+COUNTY&amp;amp;cl=EN&amp;ct=NA&amp;amp;2n=AROOSTOOK+COUNTY&amp;1si=navt&amp;amp;2rc=L1AAA&amp;did=1133215035&amp;amp;rsres=1&amp;1ahXX=&amp;amp;1y=US&amp;1a=46+3RD+ST&amp;amp;1c=PRESQUE+ISLE&amp;1s=ME&amp;amp;1z=04769-2649&amp;2ahXX=&amp;amp;2y=US&amp;2a=436+MAIN+ST&amp;amp;2c=PRESQUE+ISLE&amp;2s=ME&amp;amp;2z=04769-2601"&gt; Walk&lt;/a&gt; to the Light Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Whitakers after the parade for hot chocolate and cookies (Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my work schedule, I'm leaning toward having no More this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?  Comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113321547189270006?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113321547189270006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113321547189270006&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113321547189270006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113321547189270006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/11/light-parade-varsity-event.html' title='Light Parade--Varsity event'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-113262956478821109</id><published>2005-11-21T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:19:24.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Choir Auction</title><content type='html'>Don't forget this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing at 5 (I think).  Auction starts at 6 (again, I think--please fill in the details if I'm wrong)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113262956478821109?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113262956478821109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113262956478821109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113262956478821109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113262956478821109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/11/youth-choir-auction.html' title='Youth Choir Auction'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113219204612319615</id><published>2005-11-16T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:47:26.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night More</title><content type='html'>Yes, there will be a More event this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Same time,&lt;br /&gt;Same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'll be out of town.  Shopping.  Yes, shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113219204612319615?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113219204612319615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113219204612319615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113219204612319615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113219204612319615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-night-more.html' title='Friday night More'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113211340138836021</id><published>2005-11-15T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:56:41.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow simile</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 1:18 "Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;scarlet&lt;/span&gt;, they shall be as &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; as snow&lt;/span&gt;; though they are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red like crimson&lt;/span&gt;, they shall become like wool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if snow was created for no other purpose than for this imagery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113211340138836021?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113211340138836021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113211340138836021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113211340138836021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113211340138836021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow-simile.html' title='Snow simile'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113168515227184933</id><published>2005-11-10T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:59:12.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on newest post</title><content type='html'>Well, here's what I know.  (please feel free to comment and correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my understanding that people will meet at State Road Church at 4 (might be 4:30 or 1630 for those of you militarily minded) for basketball and pizza.  Then we'll assemble to take a group to see Cinderella.   I don't think there is a plan to get tickets as the group, so bring a ticket if you plan on seeing the play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not plan on being available to stay at the church for a More alternative, so please make arrangements accordingly (wedding rehearsal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113168515227184933?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113168515227184933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113168515227184933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113168515227184933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113168515227184933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-on-newest-post.html' title='Update on newest post'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-113150184666760187</id><published>2005-11-08T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:04:06.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Post!</title><content type='html'>Yep.  That it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you accustomed to attending More on Friday nights; there will be a Varsity-type even on Friday--with a plan to attend the PIHS play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please adjust your calendars, palm pilots, drivers, chauffeurs, etc. accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the details, but when I do, I'll post them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-113150184666760187?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/113150184666760187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=113150184666760187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113150184666760187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/113150184666760187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/11/brand-new-post.html' title='Brand New Post!'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112742208080831305</id><published>2005-09-22T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:49:10.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to post this last Sunday, but had some dial-up troubles and then had some no-time-to-be-near-the-computer troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't remember what the verse to learn is/was. Phil 1 something. When I remember I'll update. In the meantime, if someone else (not just Katrina) remembers, please comment to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are great cash, well, not cash, (and not that great) but prizes this week for those who memorize the aforepoorlymentioned verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There was homework. Cannot remember what that was either; but it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, without going up and fixing my above post:&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn (or relearn if you've already done it Phil 1:21. very easy)&lt;br /&gt;2. STICKERS&lt;br /&gt;3. Homework relates to Phil 1:27. At every occasion this week that you remember to live a life worthy of the gospel, tell us on Sunday. This is not just that you "do good deeds" but that you are consciously aware of &lt;i&gt;intentionally&lt;/i&gt; living a life that glorifies God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a great new selection of soda to choose from this Sunday and I can hardly wait. Although there is no Orangette, there will be another ette to tempt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112742208080831305?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112742208080831305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112742208080831305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112742208080831305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112742208080831305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/09/homework_22.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112734916474118544</id><published>2005-09-21T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:32:45.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="160" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/09-21-05_2013-764741.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Check out the moon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112734916474118544?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112734916474118544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112734916474118544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112734916474118544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112734916474118544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/09/check-out-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112673673191192945</id><published>2005-09-14T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:25:32.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="160" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/09-14-05_1823-731911.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Check out the sun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112673673191192945?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112673673191192945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112673673191192945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112673673191192945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112673673191192945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/09/check-out-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112648671930062452</id><published>2005-09-11T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:58:39.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm singing in a wedding.....</title><content type='html'>Yep.  November 12.  Here are the words.   Anyone know the song? &lt;br /&gt;It's Kelly Clarkson; it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Before Your Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder how I ever make it through a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;How did I settle for the world in shades of gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;When you go in circles all the scenery looks the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I looked into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the road stretched out in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'd never needed anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;To make me feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't really livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted more than just an ordinary life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;All of my dreams, seemed like castles in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I stand before you and my heart is in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I dont know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd survive without your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz you've given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;A reason to exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never needed anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;To make me feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't really livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived... before your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived... Before your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the sun decides to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But you've breathed your love into me just in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never needed anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;To make me feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;But then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't really livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently it's all powerful and emotional at the end. The hollysuedobson version might not be so powerful or emotional--it'll just end.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112648671930062452?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112648671930062452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112648671930062452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112648671930062452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112648671930062452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-singing-in-wedding.html' title='I&apos;m singing in a wedding.....'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112648646780966065</id><published>2005-09-11T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:54:27.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sad</title><content type='html'>I missed most of this &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=10000103&amp;sid=aUtomMWgcL4Q&amp;amp;refer=us"&gt;match&lt;/a&gt; because of my small group.   Apparently, it's just as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112648646780966065?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112648646780966065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112648646780966065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112648646780966065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112648646780966065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-sad.html' title='I am sad'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112648628115364516</id><published>2005-09-11T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:51:21.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Group Stuff</title><content type='html'>I am just getting done another small group bible study for tonight and we had really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; interesting&lt;/span&gt; conversation. Not sure how we got so off track, but I'm pretty sure it started with the plate of potatoes analogy which I still don't fully understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:21 For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the homework for the week, although we didn't really get to it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112648628115364516?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112648628115364516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112648628115364516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112648628115364516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112648628115364516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/09/small-group-stuff.html' title='Small Group Stuff'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112528530682619211</id><published>2005-08-28T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:15:06.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>homework</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the second small group bible study meeting at my place. Since there was a &lt;a href="http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/08/kylied.html"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt; present, I'm not sure how much exactly on task we stayed, but we did manage to read from Philippians and get some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homework &lt;/span&gt;for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phil 1:6 "being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also remember to make your love abound more and more.....to the glory and praise of God [and report back next week]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112528530682619211?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112528530682619211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112528530682619211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112528530682619211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112528530682619211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/homework.html' title='homework'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112518307606102697</id><published>2005-08-27T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:51:16.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what did you do today?</title><content type='html'>I spent some quality time in the Emergency Room with my mom and her husband, Steve (also my uncle--UncleDad as we now call him). Steve had surgery for a deviated septum on Thursday and has been having near hypertensive crises since being discharged to home yesterday. His blood pressure is a little too high. So, Mom called me today and we went to the ER of the hospital where I &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to work. Steve is doing well: got another script for meds that will adequately treat the post-op pain and was released to home again (with a private duty nurse).  While there at the hospital, I touched base with several people from my past. I  am very blessed that people think well of me; I had several job offers and well wishes of "it's nice to see you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like me?  I have no idea.  I suspect it is because I am &lt;i&gt;generally&lt;/i&gt; nice. (that and I bring candy and coffee to people whenever feasible) But, honestly, at times this is difficult for me. To this day, I still have difficulty receiving a heart-felt compliment.   And although I realize it's not about me (all evidence of this blog points to the contrary),  I am continually challenged that He must increase and I must decrease. (Jn 3:30)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112518307606102697?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112518307606102697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112518307606102697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112518307606102697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112518307606102697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-did-you-do-today.html' title='what did you do today?'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112475910493859440</id><published>2005-08-22T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:07:26.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAM</title><content type='html'>I've recently been the recipient of blog spam (BLAM as I'm going to call it) and would like some insight as to how to prevent this from happening in the future.  I've added that word verification thing in order to verify that it's a real person posting a comment.  If that is too much of an annoyance let me know and I'll try something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112475910493859440?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112475910493859440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112475910493859440&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112475910493859440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112475910493859440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/blam.html' title='BLAM'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112467220700626156</id><published>2005-08-21T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:56:47.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="160" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/08-21-05_2054-707006.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Check out the moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112467220700626156?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112467220700626156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112467220700626156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112467220700626156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112467220700626156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/check-out-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112451254129313222</id><published>2005-08-20T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:35:41.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's already tomorrow</title><content type='html'>time is such a weird thing.  In many ways I cannot fathom what eternity is like because I am so bound by my concept of time that eternity seems--well, like forever.  It's late...it's early....I'm getting old...I have to get to work.....I'll have to check my calendar and get back to you.........it'll be ready in an hour..........it takes 45 minutes to run a stat BMP--why so long?  Sometimes I think of God as the elephant in the Dr. Seuss story "Horton Hears a Who" [?spelling on Who v Hoo] looking at us as if we are a marble spinning in amongst other galaxy marbles.  Or I think of lives as line segments (think back to whatever math class that is).  When we are accepted into salvation we become a ray--a fixed point with a straight direction that continues without end.  Those without salvation are still segments: fixed point of beginning, fixed point of ending.  I guess God in this weak scenario is a plane--3 separate points continuing on to infinity incorporating all the line segments and rays.  I know this is a weak analogy, but it's really the best I can do at this time of the night (morning) especially considering I'm falling asleep at this keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112451254129313222?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112451254129313222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112451254129313222&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112451254129313222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112451254129313222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-already-tomorrow.html' title='it&apos;s already tomorrow'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112431606695433061</id><published>2005-08-17T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:03:10.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil 2, continued</title><content type='html'>Onto the next part of the chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;12Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, 13for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;14Do everything without complaining or arguing, 15so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you &lt;i&gt;shine like stars&lt;/i&gt; in the universe 16as you hold out the word of life—in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing. 17But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you. 18So you too should be glad and rejoice with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112431606695433061?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112431606695433061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112431606695433061&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112431606695433061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112431606695433061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/phil-2-continued.html' title='Phil 2, continued'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112414057429517344</id><published>2005-08-15T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:16:58.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed More</title><content type='html'>I missed More on Friday.  So much for near-perfect attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone post a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; synopsis of what Luke talked about?&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, am posting this for two purposes (well, maybe three)&lt;br /&gt;1. To actually find out what Luke said [I got the gist of it from Luke already; I just want another version of the details. For example, I read on Luke's blog a reference to a bible verse--what did he talk about?]&lt;br /&gt;2.  To see if anyone paid attention to what Luke said [of course you paid attention, but are you retaining any of it?]&lt;br /&gt;3.  To see if anyone really reads this blog of mine and will respond. [I have some serious doubts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Friday. I think some family members of mine and Allison Bulls (two separate groups of people referenced here, not one blending of Dobson-Bulls) will be coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112414057429517344?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112414057429517344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112414057429517344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112414057429517344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112414057429517344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/missed-more.html' title='Missed More'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112371669682676733</id><published>2005-08-10T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:09:49.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/1600/baby%20Wesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/320/baby%20Wesley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wesley Thomas Dobson&lt;/span&gt;. Son of my brother Jay and his wife Renee. (they also have a 2 year old girl, Jessica Brooke and a baby who died last year, Thomas George)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7 lbs, 4 oz;  19.25"&lt;/span&gt; long; lots of hair and just beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 10, 2005&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:19 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;  Eastern Maine Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt; He was scheduled to arrive on August 24th but decided that he should break his water today and be born ahead of schedule. He is estimated to be 37 weeks gestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lukemiddleton.com/?p=96"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112371669682676733?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112371669682676733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112371669682676733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112371669682676733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112371669682676733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112364311161023678</id><published>2005-08-09T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:05:11.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff and double stuff</title><content type='html'>I think I have too much stuff. And I don't possess typical stuff that "people my age" have (house, mortgage, 2.5 kids, dog, doctor bills, summer camp--you get the picture). But, alas, I still have too much stuff. Smiley face stickers, Pampered Chef ware, 3-ring binders, clothes, shoes, Americana dust collectors, magazines, Disney movies, blahblahblahblah. Yet, despite my collection, I am pleased to report that have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light grip&lt;/span&gt; on my stuff. (It's all gonna burn Matt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the future landfill additions, however, one of the aforementioned things I own that I am most grateful for is a (mostly) functioning car that I take pleasure in sharing (when I'm not using it, of course) when the occasion arises. I even recently did some light detailing to the insides and it's never smelled better (well, I think it did when it was new, if you like that new car scent) in the hopes that it will be more comfortable while being driven on the open road. I'm not quite ready to sell all of my possessions and distribute to all who have need like the Acts church. But I think I could if I felt that was God's leading for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, does anyone have need for a Bob&amp;amp;Larry pencil box or a Laura the Carrot eraser?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112364311161023678?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112364311161023678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112364311161023678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112364311161023678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112364311161023678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/stuff-and-double-stuff.html' title='stuff and double stuff'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112353571702187351</id><published>2005-08-08T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:15:17.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memory verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Philippians 2: 1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. 3Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. 4Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    5Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    6Who, being in very nature God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    7but made himself nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      taking the very nature of a servant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      being made in human likeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    8And being found in appearance as a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      he humbled himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      and became obedient to death—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;         even death on a cross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      and gave him the name that is above every name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    10that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      in heaven and on earth and under the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    11and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      to the glory of God the Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to have this passage memorized and I'm gonna work on it this week. (and the next, I suspect) If you read this post, I'm gonna challenge you to quiz me when you next see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112353571702187351?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112353571702187351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112353571702187351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112353571702187351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112353571702187351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/memory-verse.html' title='memory verse'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112294803097203777</id><published>2005-08-01T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:00:46.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconcile</title><content type='html'>pronunciation: rek&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;-un-sihl'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. To reestablish a close relationship between.&lt;br /&gt;2. To settle or resolve.&lt;br /&gt;3. To bring (oneself) to accept: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He finally reconciled himself to the change in management&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To make compatible or consistent:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconcile my way of thinking with yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; See Synonyms at &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/adapt"&gt;adapt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;v.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To reestablish a close relationship, as in marriage: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The estranged couple reconciled after a year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To become compatible or consistent: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The figures would not reconcile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112294803097203777?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112294803097203777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112294803097203777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112294803097203777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112294803097203777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/08/reconcile.html' title='Reconcile'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112282702174382697</id><published>2005-07-31T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:23:41.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobson Family Praise</title><content type='html'>My brother has been divorced for two years and has been dealing with a pretty difficult custody battle with his ex-wife over their 4 children (Nick 11, Taylor10, Chandler 9, Casey 7).  It has been more intense lately as Shelby (my sister-in-law) had petitioned the court for permission to move to another state since she to remarry.  Several court dates and guardian ad litem meetings later, my brother received a letter the other day that the original recommendation was reversed and the ad litem recommends that the kids stay here, with their dad, if Shelby plans to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112282702174382697?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112282702174382697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112282702174382697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112282702174382697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112282702174382697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/dobson-family-praise.html' title='Dobson Family Praise'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112130745144392093</id><published>2005-07-28T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:30:16.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>"Get busy living, or get busy dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          ---Andy Dufresne (played by Tim Robbins, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112130745144392093?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112130745144392093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112130745144392093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112130745144392093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112130745144392093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/shawshank-redemption.html' title='Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112221959735769661</id><published>2005-07-24T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:01:55.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Troy &amp; Paula at Tim Horton's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-24-05_1137-797357.jpg" width="320" /&gt;This is my brother Troy and his wife, Paula.  They are making cheesy-grin faces at my cellphone camera, not knowing that they would appear on my blog (although they do know what a blog is...)  His shirt says HD; it stands for Harley Davidson (not Holly Dobson as I'm sure some of you were wondering) because he is a wannabehogowner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112221959735769661?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112221959735769661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112221959735769661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112221959735769661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112221959735769661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/troy-paula-at-tim-hortons.html' title='Troy &amp; Paula at Tim Horton&apos;s'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13764176.post-112212518525519938</id><published>2005-07-23T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:26:25.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-23-05_0922-785255.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Senior Camp (half of my cabin)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112212518525519938?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112212518525519938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112212518525519938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112212518525519938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112212518525519938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/senior-camp-half-of-my-cabin.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112137557613201924</id><published>2005-07-14T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:12:56.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presque Isle weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-14-05_1622-776132.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Academy Street 4:45pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112137557613201924?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112137557613201924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112137557613201924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112137557613201924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112137557613201924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/presque-isle-weather.html' title='Presque Isle weather'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112103248445160932</id><published>2005-07-10T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:54:44.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light 'N Fluffy</title><content type='html'>I was humbled the other day (it might have been yesterday, it might have been last week; I can't keep track of time....) by Katrina and the circle of people around me at that time.  I think it was Lydia and ChelsieSp (her real name).  I commented on Katrina's blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in person&lt;/span&gt; and she told me that she thought it strange that the one posting of hers that received the most comments was one where she discussed Disney movies. &lt;br /&gt;This raises and interesting question. Why do we feel comfortable talking about trivial things (with no eternal value) yet find it difficult to discuss things of more eternal worth?  I would much rather discuss with someone the benefits of the color orange than I would share my deepest struggles and concerns--how God is changing me, and, conversely, how I am working through several Jacob/Israel events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Katrina for being a  1 Timothy 4:12 example to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112103248445160932?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112103248445160932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112103248445160932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112103248445160932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112077816344957775?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112077816344957775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112077816344957775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112077816344957775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112077816344957775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-july-7th.html' title='Thursday, July 7th'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112077491503717286</id><published>2005-07-07T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:21:55.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Mark and Deb Carter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112077491503717286?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112077491503717286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112077491503717286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112077491503717286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112077491503717286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/mark-and-deb-carter.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112060178967203311</id><published>2005-07-05T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:16:30.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-05-05_1812-789672.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Junior Camp Worship Service&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112060178967203311?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112060178967203311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112060178967203311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112060178967203311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112060178967203311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/nomacca.html' title='Nomacca'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112058590397313653</id><published>2005-07-05T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:51:44.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-05-05_1350-703973.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;My nephew Zach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112058590397313653?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112058590397313653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112058590397313653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112058590397313653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112058590397313653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-nephew-zach.html' title=''/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112042138006633581</id><published>2005-07-03T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:08:21.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth &amp; Matt P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-03-05_1559-780066.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Nomacca Retreat men  (Seth &amp;amp; Matt P) also Sarah Gonzo and Robert's half-body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112042138006633581?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112042138006633581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112042138006633581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112042138006633581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112042138006633581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/seth-matt-p.html' title='Seth &amp; Matt P'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112041725458894545</id><published>2005-07-03T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:27:20.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff Training Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-03-05_1458-754589.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ChelsieSp, Kayla &amp;amp; Hayley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This pic was taken from my cellphone during the Camp Nomacca staff training weekend. Of course they were riveted to Pastor Luke's instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112041725458894545?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112041725458894545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112041725458894545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112041725458894545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112041725458894545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/staff-training-girls.html' title='Staff Training Girls'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112035520479802443</id><published>2005-07-02T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T13:47:17.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/0/07-02-05_2144-704798.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl (L) and Pam (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;These are two young women that I met last night after attending an &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.bethany-ca.edu/exalt/"&gt;Exalt&lt;/a&gt; worship service at the PI Wesleyan Church. Although they knew I was taking their picture (with my phone), they had no idea that it would displayed here.  Sorry Pam and Cheryl. (It is Cheryl, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112035520479802443?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112035520479802443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112035520479802443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112035520479802443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112035520479802443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/07/pizza-hut-girls.html' title='Pizza Hut girls'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-112018361651631774</id><published>2005-06-30T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:47:31.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/1600/canada%20weather%201%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1223/320/canada%20weather%201%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that this is a pic from the movie; but if you look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; close you still won't see Tom Cruise (or aliens, either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo from a real funnel cloud taken in Alberta, Canada earlier this month.  It almost looks CGI, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real movie was good; I saw it tonight with a group of people, including my sister Lisa.   You'll want to read &lt;a href="http://www.lukemiddleton.com/"&gt;pastor Luke's blog&lt;/a&gt;--I'm sure he'll be posting a review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-112018361651631774?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/112018361651631774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=112018361651631774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112018361651631774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/112018361651631774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/06/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>HollySue Dobson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14744577195901614818</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-13764176.post-111907099519162180</id><published>2005-06-29T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:37:28.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting #1--the still unfinished, but updated version</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;This is my first (aptly named, I believe) posting to a blog.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started out as my first posting to a blog. I will continue to update and &lt;strike&gt;strikethrough&lt;/strike&gt; the outdated information as it is updated. (That sounds a bit redundant, doesn't it?) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What follows is a series of questions that have been pulled from the Camp Nomacca staff application and appear on this webpage for two reasons: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A homework assignment given &lt;strike&gt;last &lt;/strike&gt;two weeks ago Friday at &lt;strong&gt;More&lt;/strong&gt;--to begin a blog and post my testimony (which, you'll discover, is conveniently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; missing from this posting due to the interest of time and sleep...it'll come later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A completed Camp Nomacca application. I don't believe I have one on file since the 20th century.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here goes........(please note that this is not completed, and if you think I'm being sarcastic with some of my answers, I probably am)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a Christian, and if so, briefly explain how you became one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes, I am. It's difficult to be brief--but I'll try. I remember growing up in a family that always attended church. My Dad used to go to Bible studies and would usually take one of us kids with him so he wouldn't have to go alone (I'm from a multiple-child Catholic family). I have vague memories of reading the Bible at home, but always wearing dresses and going to church (we called it Mass) every Sunday; going in late and sitting near the front row. My Mom sent us to Bible Camp (Camp Nomacca) every summer as soon as we got old enough. I realize now that sending us kids to camp was to get us out of the house for a week so she'd get some peace and quiet with less kids afoot. It was during one of these weeks of camp that I remember being introduced to someone named Jesus--a name I'd heard all growing up because on His birthday, I got presents. But that Jesus wanted to be my best friend. I remember one particular night they invited the campers to come forward and to "ask Jesus into our hearts". I really didn't know what that meant, but people around me were going up and I thought I'd do the same. I do not consider that this event had any meaning on my life as I do not remember being changed or even having any sort of conviction that I should do something except what other kids were doing. Fast-forward a few years to a pre-teen, teenager and I was following an older sister to be involved in a local church youth group and the Northern Lights Youth Choir. Here, I was introduced to teenagers who were living normal teenager lives while also following the truths of the Bible. I was also taking "classes" once a week to become a member of the church in which I was raised. These "classes" taught us the history of the Catholic church and all of the things that we believe about the church and the things we believe as members of this church. After one such class, a friend of mine turned to the group in teh room and asked the question, "do you believe any of this stuff?" It was this question, combined with real-bodied examples, that were pivotal in setting me to live a life as a follower of Christ. I cannot point to a specific moment, or day in which I remember making a decision that, yes, I am a sinner and desperately need to be made right. But I know it happened. I do not remember even a moment when I decided that whatever life I lead, I will do it in a way that [hopefully] pleases God; but I know that those moments occurred. I remember speaking to the Youth Pastor (Jim Gilroy&lt;--greatest man on earth) who commented that I had changed--I used to be very cynical (not just the sassy sarcastic brat that I still am) but had changed to be more positive and, daresay, happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your reasons for wanting to work at camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Money. Mosquitoes. Men. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please describe your current involvement in the local church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Pretty involved. Refer to #4 for some of the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What ministries are you currently invested in and how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I sing on the worship team. The commitment level is typically practice once a week for two hours and arriving to church an hour before, plus assist in leading worship from the front of the sanctuary on vocals. I also assist with the youth ministry (for lack of better term). The time commitment is once a week meeting with the other members of the team (i.e. youth pastor and his wife) and attending/supporting weekly service and monthly "outreach-type" events. Northern Lights Youth Choir advisor--currently in hiatus for the season. Various positions for Camp Nomacca-- counselor, cookwannabe, nurse.&lt;br /&gt;Time commitments do not really accurately qualify my investment level. I consider myself almost defined by these activities and can easily find my identity spent here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your strengths/skills/talents/abilities/spiritual gifts (i.e. what do you do well that you love doing for the Lord?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This, believe it or not, is a difficult question for me--requiring more pondering. I believe I have the gift of entertainment. I'm not especially talented singing, or tell great stories but I have some surprisingly ridiculous elements about me that keep people occupied for some time. More so if it's raining outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well, they are many. The older I get, the more I fight becoming withdrawn and selfish. According to Meyers-Briggs, I am part introvert and part extrovert. Many would attest that I am very extroverted, outgoing and find more and more energy in front of a crowd. More and more I find myself becoming withdrawn and not wishing to engage. Not for solely personality-type reasons, but for self-preservation reasons. It's my life--MY LIFE. It's nobody else's business...... (holly talking; not GOD). Other weaknesses include being too impulsive at times. I am often too sarcastic--looking for the razor sharp comeback, that is often not gentle or kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you currently use tobacco, alcohol, or illegal drugs, or are you currently having premarital sex?(Please indicate which)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No (to all). Once, in the 5th or 6th grade I walked home from school and found a cigar box with at least one salvageable cigar in it. I was given permission from my mom to smoke it, and did just that. There will never be a need to try it again! Alcohol is always a controversial subject. I am of the legal age to consume alcohol. I cannot say that I have never consumed alcohol and I will never in the future; and to say that I do not drink alcohol would be an untrue statement. But to say that I drink alcohol would misconstrue the meaning of this question. When I was in college, I was invited to someone's house who makes their own wine. They are very proud of this achievement and consider it a pasttime which is enjoyable and fulfilling. I, of course, sampled some when I was at their house. This past Christmas, I attending a dinner at King's Landing with members of my family and had some hot apple cider with some rum in it. I am certain I have sampled champagne and have perhaps had part of a daiquiri. As a general rule, I don't like the taste--or smell. So, although it is true that I don't not drink alcohol, I also cannot say that it is true that I don't drink alcohol. I do not plan on having sex until I get married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will be in a position of influence over young people. Do you feel that you are currently living a life above reproach – one that younger people could imitate to be more like Christ? (see 1 Corinthians 11:1) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a scary and sobering question. I recognize that my position (and age) lend itself to this happening, whether I like it or not. I remember before my first local niece (Elizabeth) was born that it would be important for me to continue living above reproach for--if nothing else--her sake. I recognize (although I don't always like it) that "no man is an island" and that we are all branches from the same Vine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please write a short summary of your spiritual growth (what God has done in you) over the last twelve months. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The past twelve months have found me really questioning my purpose--why am I here, really GOD? Why would you do this to me? Why am I like this? Is this all that there is for me? And then feeling the rebukes of "I have learned what it means to be content in every circumstance". There is more to follow.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13764176-111907099519162180?l=hollysuedobson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/feeds/111907099519162180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13764176&amp;postID=111907099519162180&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/111907099519162180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13764176/posts/default/111907099519162180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollysuedobson.blogspot.com/2005/06/posting-1-still-unfinished-but-updated.html' 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