<?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-23928949</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:53:51.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><subtitle type='html'>DO NOT let your hearts be troubled (distressed, agitated). You believe in and adhere to and trust in and rely on God; believe in and adhere to and trust in and rely also on Me. In My Father's house there are many dwelling places (homes). If it were not so, I would have told you; for I am going away to prepare a place for you. And when (if) I go and make ready a place for you, I will come back again and will take you to Myself, that where I am you may be also. -John 14:1-3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-8675254168730373546</id><published>2010-07-15T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:32:13.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long...</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready to leave for camp... So much has changed in the past 2 years. I have continued to update on my life on xanga. I am now graduated, moved into a new place, and thinking about about career paths. I don't know what is coming... and it is kind of scary. It's different being out of school and in a new phase of life. Still thinking about things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-8675254168730373546?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8675254168730373546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=8675254168730373546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/8675254168730373546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/8675254168730373546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long...'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-116742360209436521</id><published>2006-12-29T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:20:02.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger... Among other things</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew why things are the way they are... Why we are the way we are... Is it truly just the way we were made... How much trouble do we cause ourselves? Why, Why, Why! Do I sound like a 4 year old yet? (why is the sky blue? Why did dinosaurs die? Where do animals go when they die?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I SHALL know!!!! I will know why dinosaurs died!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-116742360209436521?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/116742360209436521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=116742360209436521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/116742360209436521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/116742360209436521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/12/anger-among-other-things.html' title='Anger... Among other things'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115940828902553597</id><published>2006-09-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:51:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a GREAT day to be alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PRAISE GOD!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115940828902553597?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115940828902553597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115940828902553597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115940828902553597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115940828902553597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115747840453141113</id><published>2006-09-05T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:46:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapped Lips, Chapstick, and things like Chemistry</title><content type='html'>So apparently if you are flying it is a bad thing to forget chapstick because then you get chapped lips and your lips hurt real bad. On Chemistry... obviously ammonia and aluminum foil don't have quite the same reaction as diet coke and mentos (stand back least you be sprayed by the diabolical diet coke!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's funny, xanga has lost alot of it's anonymity now. Which is actually pretty much awesome! I enjoyed meeting everyone and I had an absolutely wonderful time... I didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Camera became demon possessed... I believe it happened when we went through security in TIA... They say those machines don't ruin cameras, yet how do they explain my camera having such a terrible failure rate. I should have brought the digital camera... I still have some pictures but some of the ones I was looking forward to having were not there. I think I shall sue. Our xanga picture...(remember how Mark took it 3 times?) yeah, well we have ONE with a fuzzy area etc. That is exhibit A. Atleast 10 pictures did not turn out.  Atleast Julie said she would see me a composite CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had so much fun at an post-wedding and reception-party. Well, I have actually never been to one but... How could another be better! (To be honest the starbucks drive-thru was never that fun before either! I shall never look at trash OR gummy bears quite the same... Thanks Adam and Anna!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie and Christi, Your wedding was beautiful and I pray that the Lord blesses you abundantly in your new life together! Thank you for inviting us to your wedding, I really enjoyed myself and I loved meeting all y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, next time we meet let's learn a new dance and dance together again. Have any Ideas? (but let's not individually learn it before hand... you saw the disastrous results with Tanya and Chris )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya, obviously my camera held the same convictions that Daniel did, it liked you or  thought you were hott... Our picture together turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batmen and Batwoman, next time you meet are you going to try and save the world instead of try blow it (or cars) up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there will be more entries regarding RI antics...as well as Christine and I have a Dr. Suess post from a week or so ago that I have not posted or written *smirk* sorry people who are dying to know atleast now you know what it involves.  sorta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115747840453141113?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115747840453141113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115747840453141113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115747840453141113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115747840453141113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/09/chapped-lips-chapstick-and-things-like.html' title='Chapped Lips, Chapstick, and things like Chemistry'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115628216941533282</id><published>2006-08-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:29:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*squee*</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! Only 2 weeks until we go to the north-east! *randomly Dances*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115628216941533282?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115628216941533282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115628216941533282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115628216941533282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115628216941533282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/08/squee.html' title='*squee*'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115348800669380727</id><published>2006-07-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:24:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be loved...</title><content type='html'>1st Corinthians 14:12 Amplified Bible (Emphisis Added by me!)&lt;br /&gt;For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dim (blurred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma], but then [when &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfection&lt;i&gt;(Jesus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; comes] we shall see in reality and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;face to face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in part (imperfectly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; I shall know and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [fully and clearly, even in the same manner as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been fully and clearly known and understood [by God]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Wait!! How exciting to know that our picture and understanding of God and his love is only a Dim Reflection... How great and Awesome it must be if we only see the Reflection!!! Oh for Perfection(Jesus) to come! That I might understand fully his wonderful Grace, Love, and Mercy. It is so beautiful that he knows me... better than I ever hope to know myself. Atleast someone knows why I do what I do!!! It is so wonderful to know that I have a Savior who loves, cares, and KNOWS me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for your wonderful Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115348800669380727?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115348800669380727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115348800669380727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115348800669380727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115348800669380727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-be-loved.html' title='To be loved...'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115318147681012047</id><published>2006-07-17T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:11:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>It seems this is the lesson of the year. :-I Atleast it seems that way to me. I talked myself right out of a job without my knowledge (nothing like showing up at work and them saying you aren't supposed to be there!). But that's ok :) God has a plan and a purpose for all the things he allows to happen. i can't wait to see how this will be in the long run :-) god is so good to me! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115318147681012047?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115318147681012047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115318147681012047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115318147681012047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115318147681012047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/07/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115222089075222373</id><published>2006-07-06T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:21:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crouching Teacher, Hidden Wasp</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in a far away school, there was a warrior, and teacher of many, by the name of Ken. Now, Ken was a great warrior who had fought against the wasps many times. In truth he had been wounded more than once by the horrendous hordes. But on this fateful night he would win the battle, though perhaps not the war. The battle began when the students of Ken entered into the training zone. However, one of the dreaded enemies snuck in behind one of the students. As soon as the door was closed it became painfully evident that their was an enemy in the midst of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Several students said to leave the wasp but the teacher knew that it would distract several of the weaker students during the test, by causing them to lose focus. One student held the door open praying that it would fly out. It soon became evident that the wasp would stay hidden in the fluorescent fixture. Ken grabbed a piece of PVC (the only weapon on hand) and stood on a desk. He wielded the PVC like a warrior chasing a dangerous foe. Many of the students were frighten because they feared an exploding light bulb... It appeared that he might crush one with his spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Soon, one student removed a secret weapon from his quite odorous foot. Soon the wasp was eradicated from the fixture. However, it settled on a wall. The student with the shoe formed weapon handed it to the teacher since the PVC spear was not working... The Wasp was vanSquished. The students still haven't decided wether it was worse having the wasp buzzing in the room or having the students sandal removed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115222089075222373?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115222089075222373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115222089075222373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115222089075222373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115222089075222373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/07/crouching-teacher-hidden-wasp.html' title='Crouching Teacher, Hidden Wasp'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115187242019571216</id><published>2006-07-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:33:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I took a online quiz... it says that I am 25% dixie and 20% YANKEE lingo... TWENTY PERCENT! *faits* This is what I get for hanging out with my sister and her Yankee best friend... :P J/K I guess it is actually pretty normal considering I live in florida which has Yankee Snow birds that come to visit for half the year or who retired here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News! My family is almost home (except my Costa Rican Sister she gets back on the 4th). I can't wait to see Rebecca! And my dad... I really missed muscles(Isaiah) too. Also Matthew is soon to be back... the old lug. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go clean but Shalom to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115187242019571216?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115187242019571216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115187242019571216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115187242019571216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115187242019571216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhh-i-took-online-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115168678712700074</id><published>2006-06-30T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:59:50.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks...</title><content type='html'>Hope y'all like the new banner :) I am back from my Grandma's :D It was interesting... :P Hope y'all are having a blessed Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115168678712700074?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115168678712700074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115168678712700074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115168678712700074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115168678712700074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/06/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks...'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115107398517631827</id><published>2006-06-23T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:46:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Red I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Apple Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/apple.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never one to take life too seriously, and because of it, you're a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;And although you have a great sense of humor, you are never superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and caring, you do like to get to the core of people - to understand them well.&lt;br /&gt;However, any probing you do is light hearted and fun, sometimes causing people to misjudge you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Red Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, You know I had to take this quiz... how could I resist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115107398517631827?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115107398517631827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115107398517631827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115107398517631827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115107398517631827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-kind-of-red-i-am.html' title='What kind of Red I am...'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115051468297646755</id><published>2006-06-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:24:43.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh... such is life.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I miss them and the have only been gone 12 hrs. If you have no idea what I am talking about... My dad and three siblings left for Mexico this morning. As Well as my friends. I think I am going to be lonely. Atleast a little bit. But atleast I have the rest of my family and I have the person that will never leave me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. I mean he is so awesome... How often do we stop to think about the fact that he never changes... Look at how often we humans change, even when we don't relieze it.  Sometimes even to the point of being Chameloen Christians... blending into the surroundings instead of making a bold stand for Christ. Christ was not a chameloen, he proclaimed his love with no hiding and no "blending in". He boldly declared it for all and to all the world. Why aren't we as Christians following in his footsteps and boldly declaring OUR love for HIM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115051468297646755?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115051468297646755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115051468297646755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115051468297646755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115051468297646755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahh-such-is-life.html' title='Ahh... such is life.'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-115012349350774721</id><published>2006-06-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:44:53.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hood... Scary</title><content type='html'>Today I am 18... wow. That is frightening... Does this mean I have to be responsible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-115012349350774721?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/115012349350774721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=115012349350774721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115012349350774721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/115012349350774721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/06/hood-scary.html' title='hood... Scary'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114794790897487453</id><published>2006-05-18T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:06:13.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everybody... I am tired! Rebecca got her permit, I survived my pinch test, and school for my kids is out ! :) I am getting braces on Wednessday. I went to a concert on Saturday... it was a ton of fun. The Sunset was magnificent. :) I am really missing Christine as well as an un-named person. :-P I am really into country right now. **grin** Anyone else in this phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someday)- Joe Nichols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now all she wants is a man&lt;br /&gt;With a big ol' heart&lt;br /&gt;Who can love her like nobody can&lt;br /&gt;Big ol' kisses that go on and on&lt;br /&gt;And never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a big ol' smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll fill her world with laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later... got to go help my little sick brother... poor dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114794790897487453?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114794790897487453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114794790897487453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114794790897487453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114794790897487453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114794787442271555</id><published>2006-05-18T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T03:24:34.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;I started summer classes and my teacher is a &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/private/www.kensnellpower.com" target="_new"&gt;champion weight-lifter&lt;/a&gt;. This is  my wellness class. *rolls eyes* fabulous no? On tuesday, we got to use modern torture devices (calipers) in a fat test(what I always wanted *rolls eyes again*) also know affectionately by my teachers as the "pinch an inch test." I thought I would die but it was not to bad. Atleast he separated males and females so I didn't have that degradation and humiliation. I took my SAT's on the 6th it went ok. I THINK. Saw a freaky guy from my college while there though. gotta go get kids ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114794787442271555?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114794787442271555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114794787442271555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114794787442271555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114794787442271555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-yall-i-started-summer-classes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114720316678625044</id><published>2006-05-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:32:46.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Classes</title><content type='html'>I start summer classes tonight. I am excited about them. I love classes until about half way through them... then they get a bit tedious. However since this is in half the time maybe that won't happen? :-D hope everyone is having a great summer so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114720316678625044?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114720316678625044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114720316678625044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114720316678625044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114720316678625044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-classes.html' title='Summer Classes'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114643638891280907</id><published>2006-04-30T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:33:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good gifts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/bw_stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/320/bw_stream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 8:6-9&lt;br /&gt;6 Observe the commands of the LORD your God, walking in his ways and revering him. 7 For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a promise God gave to the Isrealites... It is similar to another promise that God has given us in the New Testament. (romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,[&lt;a title="See footnote j" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=8&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28130j"&gt;j&lt;/a&gt;] who[&lt;a title="See footnote k" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=8&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28130k"&gt;k&lt;/a&gt;] have been called according to his purpose. )Both verses talk about how if we obey God and rever, honor, love and OBEY Him that good things will come. This is not mean we will recieve ever physical blessing we want. God wants to give us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPIRITUAL GIFTS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, these are gifts and no we don't have to DO anything to recieve them. BUT it is so much easier to receive them if we are working in harmony with God and not balking at everything he tells us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) well, that sems to have turned it to a bit of a sermon didn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114643638891280907?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114643638891280907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114643638891280907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114643638891280907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114643638891280907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-gifts.html' title='good gifts...'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114598451241347994</id><published>2006-04-25T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:05:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/Beautifulsign/6e730a3c.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, that's how I feel. Scared, excited, and fuzzy all at the same time. :) Is anybody else feeling this sort of thing? Perhaps I am just an odd ball... :P but that's normal for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114598451241347994?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114598451241347994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114598451241347994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114598451241347994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114598451241347994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah-thats-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114523841129371189</id><published>2006-04-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:46:51.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/IMG_0783.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/200/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Resu&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/IMG_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recction Day! How great is the love of the Father that he sent his son for our sins! I am feeling very blessed this evening! God is so amazing and he loves me so much. It is so great to rest in the knowledge that no one can take away his love and care for me :)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114523841129371189?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114523841129371189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114523841129371189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114523841129371189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114523841129371189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/04/blessed-resurecction-day-how-great-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114487467753107179</id><published>2006-04-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:50:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;point&lt;/strong&gt; of Hamlet is...&lt;br /&gt;                       revenge is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pointless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114487467753107179?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114487467753107179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114487467753107179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114487467753107179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114487467753107179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/04/point-of-hamlet-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114477747085754665</id><published>2006-04-11T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:48:21.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/DQlover2003/icons%20and%20blinkies/9e96293c6rr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/DQlover2003/icons%20and%20blinkies/9e96293c6rr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting down on all fours and imitating a rhinoceros stops babies from crying. (Put an empty cigarette pack on your nose for a horn and make loud "snort" noises.) I don't know why parents don't do this more often. Usually it makes the kid laugh. Sometimes it sends him into shock. Either way it quiets him down. If you're a parent, acting like a rhino has another advantage. Keep it up until the kid is a teenager and he definitely won't have his friends hanging around your house all the time. ~P.J. O'Rourke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114477747085754665?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114477747085754665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114477747085754665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114477747085754665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114477747085754665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-down-on-all-fours-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114406673622720344</id><published>2006-04-03T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T05:18:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>Right now I am taking a test online. Well, not really because I am typing this up. I am actually just letting the ticker finsish counting down so I can log off.  Do sometimes things just freak you out? Ok, so there is this stuff that a friend keeps joking/teasing me... and I am feeling a wee bit strange about the whole thing. *bites lips* anyway, have a great day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114406673622720344?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114406673622720344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114406673622720344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114406673622720344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114406673622720344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/04/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114359114674992256</id><published>2006-03-28T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:37:39.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping... what spring break is really about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/mychair5_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/320/mychair5_bw.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and only (so far) "fun" spring break day was Saturday. I went to the beach with a couple of friends even though it was cool and VERY windy! I only walked in the water up to my knees. It was a lot of fun despite the lack of water. We built a sand jacuzzi. I also got a horrendously weird and painful sunburn. Have someone else rub or spray the sun block on so you don't miss patches! Oh and my brother had a kite and let it all the way out then handed it to me... &lt;strong&gt;Of course&lt;/strong&gt; it &lt;em&gt;snapped!&lt;/em&gt; However, a nice guy and his sister wound the string up and repaired the broken part. I have decided that would have been the beach equivalent of the old-drop-the-handkerchief routine if I had done it on purpose. Then I fell flat on my face after the kite was handed back to me and I was walking down the dune. Yes, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;epitome of grace&lt;/em&gt;! Now I have since had many pain filled moments because of that day... No, not because I fell in front of a nice/cute guy but because I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunburned.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can handle humiliation (that wasn't the worst thing that has ever happened to me... It didn't even really bother me.) but sunburn... I don't handle that so well. At least, when I am watching a hyper-active little boy and his sister for 30hrs, who use me as their personal jungle gym. &lt;em&gt;That's &lt;strong&gt;pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114359114674992256?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114359114674992256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114359114674992256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114359114674992256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114359114674992256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleeping-what-spring-break-is-really.html' title='Sleeping... what spring break is really about.'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114244298908436363</id><published>2006-03-15T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:16:29.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity and Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/aqua%20sunset.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/200/aqua%20sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/aqua%20sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my bible reading today I was reading about Judah and Joseph (Genesis 38-40). It is amazing that two brothers raised in the same household could have such different standards for purity and integrity. Let's start with Judah. Judah did not keep his word which made his daughter-in-law resort to desperate measures. Not only was his integrity lacking but his purity was also faulty. He choose to sleep with a "shrine prostitute." However, when you see his life contrasted his brother, Joseph, you see a major differance. Joseph's integrity kept him from cheating Potiphar and the warden. "[Potiphar] did not concern himself with anything except the food he ate" and "the warden paid no attention to anything under Joseph's care." Joseph could have robbed those suckers blind!!!! What prevented him? His integrity. Compare his purity to Judah, he resisted the "wicked witch of eygpt" not once but MANY times. And when push came to shove... he RAN to protect his precious gift of purity. Where did jospeh get such intergrity and purity? By relying, trusting and devolping a strong relationship with God. The point is that on our own we can want or try to be pure all we want but unless we have a good relationship with God than it isn't at all possible. It is only through God's great and magnificent Love and Help that we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114244298908436363?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114244298908436363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114244298908436363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114244298908436363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114244298908436363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/03/purity-and-integrity.html' title='Purity and Integrity'/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114239536252268784</id><published>2006-03-14T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:11:21.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/turtle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/320/turtle2.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unlike a dog, how can a turtle ever be nude?"&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to deviate from cultural norms regarding clothing the Turtle can have plastic surgery(don't use the cheap breakable knives though) to remove "excess shellage" or "Shell Reduction" procedures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23928949-114239536252268784?l=beautifulsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/feeds/114239536252268784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23928949&amp;postID=114239536252268784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114239536252268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23928949/posts/default/114239536252268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsign.blogspot.com/2006/03/unlike-dog-how-can-turtle-ever-be-nude.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Dee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZGEbFFVHas/SY3U5bSCGEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TblHZnyEonk/S220/butterfly2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23928949.post-114221401383511070</id><published>2006-03-12T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:34:04.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Unknown Citizen &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/1600/webringlogo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1280/2478/200/webringlogo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;(To JS/07/M/378 This Marble Monument Is Erected by the State) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be&lt;br /&gt;One against whom there was no official complaint,&lt;br /&gt;And all the reports on his conduct agree&lt;br /&gt;That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,&lt;br /&gt;For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the War till the day he retired&lt;br /&gt;He worked in a factory and never got fired,&lt;br /&gt;But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,&lt;br /&gt;For his Union reports that he paid his dues,&lt;br /&gt;(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)&lt;br /&gt;And our Social Psychology workers found&lt;br /&gt;That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.&lt;br /&gt;The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day&lt;br /&gt;And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.&lt;br /&gt;Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,&lt;br /&gt;And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.&lt;br /&gt;Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare&lt;br /&gt;He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Installment Plan&lt;br /&gt;And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,&lt;br /&gt;A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.&lt;br /&gt;Our researchers into Public Opinion are content&lt;br /&gt;That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;&lt;br /&gt;When there was peace, he was for peace; when there was war, he went.&lt;br /&gt;He was married and added five children to the population,&lt;br /&gt;Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.&lt;br /&gt;And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.&lt;br /&gt;Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:&lt;br /&gt;Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/index_poet_A.html#Auden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;W. H. 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