<?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-7280946264886519221</id><updated>2011-09-15T10:08:07.459-07:00</updated><category term='good times'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>i AM that funny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1615008528952053465</id><published>2011-06-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:36:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>costa rica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Many of you know that I taken part in a mission trip to Costa Rica...well I've actually been on the trip three times!! My church sends a team every December and I have been so blessed to be able to GO and serve on this trip three different times. Each of these trips have been incredible and life changing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best friends, Conway, is currently serving in Costa Rica for the entire summer. He has led the team from my church and spent a few weeks there last summer. This summer he was fortunate enough to spend 3 months serving alongside the Christian Light Foundation with our missionary friends  down in Costa Rica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conway has developed such a heart and passion for the people in Costa Rica. He has worked countless hours of manual labor for the church we work with. He has developed close friendship with many of the kids there and actually spends many, many, many hours writing letters to his pen pals throughout the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of him for committing to spending an entire summer sharing the love of Christ....you definitely should check out his blog and see what God is doing in Costa Rica..and to see pictures of all of the things he is going to be able to be a part of this summer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="conwayrobinson.blogspot.com"&gt;www.conwayrobinson.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1615008528952053465?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1615008528952053465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1615008528952053465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1615008528952053465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1615008528952053465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2011/06/costa-rica.html' title='costa rica'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-605114130591252245</id><published>2011-03-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:23:25.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>communication=a learning process</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Sometimes things you never expected come your way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re faced with situations and scenarios that you never thought you would have to deal with. These things can be both positive and negative. These situations and scenarios will cause you to grow in ways you probably never imagined you would. This growth isn’t always fun or easy but its good. It’s hard and uncomfortable. And who really likes to do things that are hard or uncomfortable? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The last few months I have found myself in this growing process. It has required me to be a good communicator. I am not one. I am learning how to communicate in a healthy way. These newfound communicating skills are being used in all of my relationships in life. Since I have decided that this is “the year” I have chosen to be intentional about becoming a better communicator. I haven’t always been successful and am still learning how to communicate. I still experience failure in how to communicate my thoughts and feelings. I have to fight through the failure and keep pushing. I have to acknowledge my growth and the times I communicate well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-605114130591252245?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/605114130591252245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=605114130591252245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/605114130591252245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/605114130591252245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2011/03/communicationa-learning-process.html' title='communication=a learning process'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-3124146574205970633</id><published>2011-03-31T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:22:41.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;well this is a month or so late but the big 2-8 has happened. I kinda freak out when I think about 28 because 28 is pretty close to 30. I don’t know why 30 freaks me out but it does. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In order to not freak about 28 I have decided that 28 is “the year” I am embracing all that this year can be. In order to make it “the year” here are a few of the things i have decided to do this year:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-be honest. Sometimes brutally honest. But mostly honest in love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-take time to journal, blog, read for fun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-be more intentional about my relationships&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-become a good communicator: learn what it means to communicate healthily&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-love me. Do things for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-get in shape and healthy. I want to start running and teach myself to enjoy it haha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-have less of a passive, people-pleaser attitude&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-speak my mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-be a more effective and creative teacher&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;now of course there are many more things I want to do this year…these are just a few…but basically this year is “my year” and I just want to embrace it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-3124146574205970633?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8425942869605844692</id><published>2010-12-18T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:59:40.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i whip my hair back and forth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i dont even know where to begin....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me just start with the excitement that is the holiday season...the cousins are here (well almost all of them) and the fun has begun. tonight is the first cousin night...elf and christmas cookies :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well this blog is going to be dedicated one of my cousins...well not necessarily him...but his HAIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DREW WALKED INTO OUR APARTMENT WITH A PONYTAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes you read that right...a ponytail. like he has more hair than i do and can actually pull it back into a ponytail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not just a ponytail but bangs that he can tuck behind his ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was baking cookies in the kitchen and came into the living room to see drew whipping his hair back and forth. it was at that point i decided i would write a blog devoted to his ponytail...with a little poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He Whips His Hair Back and Forth Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have a cousin who is a friend true and true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he goes to  college in virginia and his name is drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drew is funny and nice as can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he loves to go on the houseboat and drink grandpas tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he has bad luck when it comes to cars and parking violations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he loves to longboard and would probably board across this whole nation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he once road his longboard for like 9 days straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is pretty awesome so dont hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he came home for the holidays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he looks different in may ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he has a new addition to his style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some may not like it but he rocks it all the while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he has a tail of a pony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is real...not phony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he wears his hair pulled back with a rubber band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pull that off you have to be a real man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he has bangs that he tucks to the side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he rocks his hairstyle with pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish he would use shampoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that is my cousin drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/TQ2e6PujFlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6aYsFZQ2A4M/s400/drews%2Bponytail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552268639109060178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-8425942869605844692?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8425942869605844692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=8425942869605844692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8425942869605844692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8425942869605844692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-whip-my-hair-back-and-forth.html' title='i whip my hair back and forth'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/TQ2e6PujFlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6aYsFZQ2A4M/s72-c/drews%2Bponytail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1263751095170511323</id><published>2010-10-27T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:28:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my feeling of failure today</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like I am in a losing battle in my classroom. Specifically with one student. I don’t know what to do with him anymore. I end up yelling and being negative with him 9 times out of 10. I just get so worked up and so frustrated that nothing I try works with him. I know I need to be loving and supportive but I just cant seem to do that. I know he needs love and support since he probably doesn’t get that at home. I feel like I fail because I am not giving him what he needs. Today was another day where I lost control and ended up yelling at him. I mentioned it to another teacher in the staffroom and shortly after returning to class, she called him to her office. I know it wasnt her intention, but i still feel like someone else has stepped in and handled my business because I cant. This also screams failure at me. I know she is probably just trying to help. But I just feel like since I am not doing a good job of getting through to him and someone else needs to come in and do it, that I am a failure. This struggle and these ideas are so overwhelming to me. I cant seem to focus on teaching now. Ugh &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1263751095170511323?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1263751095170511323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1263751095170511323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1263751095170511323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1263751095170511323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-feeling-of-failure-today.html' title='my feeling of failure today'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1124171546257051940</id><published>2010-10-02T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:28:05.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>i come from a pretty sports oriented family. i grew up playing soccer and one awful year i had to play softball. my dad was a high school basketball coach. i attended sporting events for my cousins, my brother, my uncles...so i knew quite a bit about sports.  basketball and baseball are prob the two most watched and followed sports in our family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny story..my grandparents dont have cable but you can guarantee that come basketball season and laker time they will be out to eat in a restaurant...in the bar area of course so they can watch the game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways i have never much cared for football. my brother played but i wasnt interested really. my sister was a cheerleader but i went to the games just to watch her cheer.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well all of that changed this year...at work, they have a fantasy football league. i have never been interested to play but this year my friend trish convinced me to join. and i am so competitive i thought it would be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also my new friends are HUGE football fans...so i have been introduced into all things football..like they are crazy. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have actually attended my first college football and nfl game in the last three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look forward to sundays/monday night football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have learned how the game works. i have learned about the players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stress about how well my players do so i can beat my opponent in fantasy football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i (have a newfound) love  football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1124171546257051940?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1124171546257051940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1124171546257051940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1124171546257051940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1124171546257051940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2010/10/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-623361364669377740</id><published>2010-08-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:11:20.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love blogging. Not just writing them, but also reading them…or as I like to call it “blog-stalking”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;haha I wish I blogged more. I am thinking about making it a goal to blog 5 days a week... but I am not sure I am ready to commit to that…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I think I will make myself do it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The new school year has begun for me. This is always a stressful and kind of chaotic time for me. If I don’t establish my classroom to run the way I want it to run in the first few days…it is near impossible to get it the way I want it. Well day one came and went. I had a cute first day of school outfit (this might be the only thing I like about the first day of school). I have 25 students in my class…majority being boys. Most of them seem like good kids. I have a few that have the potential to be a handful..but nothing I cant handle &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day two came….and was rougher than I would have liked. The day was going as I woyld have wanted it until one of my potentially challenging students (we are going to call him J) had a bit of an episode. I had asked him to stop makin noise (which I learned later…that he believed I had falsely accused him of making noice). Well after my telling him to stop a few times, his whole demeanor changes and he yells. “f@*! You!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have NEVER in my life been told that. Let alone by a 10 year old. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would love to say that I handle the situation with poise, maturity, and control.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t. I freaked out. I yelled. I kicked him out of my classroom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once I had him in my “office” (which is what we call the ramp outside my portable) I proceeded to “talk loudly at him” (or yell) and he immediately shut down on me. I realized part way through this, that things weren’t going as I had planned. Typically I can talk to a kid out here and get the situation handled. But since he shut down…nothing was happening. So ultimately I made sure he understand how disrespectable and inappropriate his behavior was. I made sure he knew that I would not allow such behavior. I explained his consequence of referral and detention with me. He understood, came back inside and just sat there until recess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once I talked to him one-on-one I got a better understanding of him. (he comes from one of the roughest home-life situations..ugh…breaks my heart)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned he does not respond to me getting in his face. He responds to one-on-one, CALM discussion. He is a bright kid so this dialogue approach works well. He eventually apologized for his behavior and we had a great rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it has been only 3 days, but I feel like J is going to be one of my favorite students ever. I am excited to see all the opportunities I have to help him grow over the year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-623361364669377740?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/623361364669377740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=623361364669377740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/623361364669377740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/623361364669377740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2010/08/beginning.html' title='beginning'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8769464091689669877</id><published>2010-04-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:40:43.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>have you ever had one of those days where it is nothing but awful from start to finish?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgot i had to do sub plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both copy machines were broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to meet with vp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;layoff hearing from 9-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to "testify" at hearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broke a nail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home to order two dresses from a website to help out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;due to complications and errors...i was charged SEVEN times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which that 800 dollars has overdrawn my account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing they can do for 4 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;issues with family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it rains it pours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but thanks to a good friend...encouragement was shared. reminded of the hope i have in HIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my prayer...take my life and let it be everything for YOUR glory because when everything falls apart YOUR arms hold me together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glory to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in all things may i bring glory to GOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-8769464091689669877?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8769464091689669877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=8769464091689669877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8769464091689669877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8769464091689669877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2050319671653584672</id><published>2010-04-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:01:50.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning to feel content</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I am coming into a new place in life. I have struggled with being overwhelmed and stretched too thin for a long time. It has been a painfully hard process to learn to take care of me and to say no when feeling too overwhelmed. I am learning to build boundaries- in all types of relationships in my life. This is a continual growth process. And can I just say growing is hard!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have taken a step back and had to examine my life. The things I do and say and feel. Its been a rough road and I have had to make some tough decisions. I have had to draw boundary lines in order to protect me. I know I may not have handled this in the best way and may have been harsh and drastic at times, but I was drowning and had to fix it quick. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel alone and misunderstood in this process. Mostly because I don’t share life too well. I don’t want people to think I cant handle life. And some of it is because I have been hurt in the process of sharing life. In this learning process, I am trying to trust more and open up to people. But I find that few people actually get me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been so blessed by a handful of friends who have known me for years and truly get the inner workings of me and my brain. I have been blessed with a handful of new friends who also do the same. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally feel at a good place in life. I am learning to be me and to embrace the Child of God that I am. I know this process has been hard and painful and is nowhere near over, but it has been so good! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have an amazing family that loves and supports me no matter what. From my parents to my grandparents; to my siblings; and to aunts, uncles, and cousins. I know I can always count on them for love and laughter and encouragement. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have an amazing group of friends who truly get me and understand me…even when I don’t. they have been there through all the ups and downs…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have my newer friends who have let me just be me and grow through this rough time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a Father who loves me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have all I need. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2050319671653584672?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2050319671653584672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2050319671653584672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2050319671653584672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2050319671653584672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2010/04/beginning-to-feel-content.html' title='beginning to feel content'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2890018522507740148</id><published>2009-11-20T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T03:37:58.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my days adventure</title><content type='html'>i checked out the scene of the movie theater at 11:15 am. no one was in line. this made me happy. i asked and was told that lines wouldnt start forming til school got out but i would want to be in line earlier rather than later to ensure that i had a good spot. i went to the mall for about 30 mins and returned to find the lines still empty....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which meant....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WAS THE FIRST ONE! (anyone who knows how competitive i am knows that being the first one in line meant that i won the imaginary competition that i had created about being the first person in line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my waiting in line began around noon today. (we were seeing the twilight showing at 9:00 followed by new moon at 12:01) and for almost 3 hours i waited with no one else in line.... a few moms began to show up around three...and i just smiled knowing i was first-though i did get a few weird looks and lots of questions...my favorite was when people wanted to know if i lost the bet and had to be the one to wait in tine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drea showed up a little after 4 and we were able to get her wedding invitations stuffed while we waited...the rest of the girls began arriving in our team jacob and team edward shirts we had made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they let us in the theater around 8 and i will tell you that i found great satisfaction in being the "line leader" into the theater and being the first person in the theater...which meant we got to pick the best seats in the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the time we left the theater i had been there for 15 hours. my body hurt from sitting on concrete for most of them. i was tired and in need of sleep. BUT IT WAS SOOOO WORTH IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there arent even words to describe it...but it was AMAZING and i cant wait to see it again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2890018522507740148?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2890018522507740148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2890018522507740148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2890018522507740148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2890018522507740148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-days-adventure.html' title='my days adventure'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-6748033426008331697</id><published>2009-10-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:11:26.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts from my heart</title><content type='html'>so my small group is reading a book called "having a mary spirit: allowing God to change us from the the inside out" by joanna weaver. and man has there been so many good things i have realized and have begun to learn in reading this book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week the chapter was titled "fault lines". the author defines fault lines as core issues that fuel our desires and shape our actions-these are the cracks in our character. They are an inevitable consequence of living as a fallen human being with other fallen human beings on a fallen earth. as a redaer we were asked yo examine our fault lines...the areas in our lives where we are weak and where Satan can add pressure in order to make us fall into destruction. these are the vulnerable spots in our souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in reading this chapter, i realized MANY of my fault lines. but there was one that really stuck out the the author talked about. *sidebar: this author does such a good job of putting exactly how i feel into words-something i lack and something i love about books-being able to capture how i feel and put it into words*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      i am a &lt;i&gt;chronic chameleon, &lt;/i&gt;i spend my life and my efforts constantly changing colors and outfits to fit whatever situation i find myself in. its a game of approval. its exhausting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     shame and regret from the past tell me i will never be different and that i am incapable of changing. fear of making mistakes keeps me from trying anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a huge fault line in my life. and one that i often dont show. but as i begin to be honest with myself and ask God to expose my fault lines...this one begins to show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am learning (with the help of this book) that I have a mighty God who is able to redeem me at my darkest moments and in my deepest fears. a loving Father who promises to keep watch at our points of vulnerability, to strengthen us when we're weak, to correct the lies that have led us astray and to heal the rifts in our souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT only if we give Him access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to be aware of my fault lines and also to run to You to in my weakness. You are my Rock and my foundation. only You can make my paths straight. i desire to put my hope in You knowing that You are able to do more than i ask or imagine. I choose to put my trust in You-trusting that though my world around me shakes and trembles You are my firm foundation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah 24:6-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-19531" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; My eyes will watch over them for their good, and I will bring them back to this land. I will build them up and not tear them down; I will plant them and not uproot them. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-19532" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the LORD. They will be my people, and I will be their God, for they will return to me with all their heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-6748033426008331697?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6748033426008331697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=6748033426008331697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6748033426008331697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6748033426008331697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts-from-my-heart.html' title='random thoughts from my heart'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2749776242709797639</id><published>2009-09-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:15:27.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The school counselor is teaching a set of lessons for the next two days in my class. She is talking about respecting differences, cooperation, and communication. The kids are doing an activity where they are building bridges out of toothpicks, raisins, and marshmallows. She keeps reminding them of how important it is for them to have a strong foundation or support system for their bridge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn’t help but take this and think about how in the relationships of our lives we must have a strong foundation and support system in order to survive. We need a good, core group of people that will be our foundation-our support system. These will be people who will hold us up when we aren’t strong enough, that will support us when we take risks, who will rejoice with us in the good times and mourn with us in the sad times. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the kids were building, they realized that without a strong and stable foundation, their bridges would begin to fall over. Sure they might stand up on their own for a little bit, but the more time that passed and the more they added to their bridge, the quicker their bridge began to fall. We may be able to go on through life without a good support system for a little while, but as time goes on and as life begins to throw things at ya…we wont be able to stand up alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I consider myself a pretty strong individual. And independent. I don’t need help. I can probably figure it out on my own (and if not I just call my dad..haha). I can solve my own problems. I don’t like to cry in front of people because I feel it makes me look weak-like I cant handle life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other days that’s not the case. Some days I know I cant do it alone (even though I try). My bridge begins to fall over. I usually try to remedy this problem before my entire bridge collapses. But sometimes I am just not that lucky. I need my support system.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need my support system. I cant do it alone. I need them to live life alongside me. To pick me up when I fall. To hear me vent when life is just driving me crazy. To love on me when I feel like I have no more love to give. I need their affirmation. I need them to laugh with me. To play and be adventurous with me. To share in my small joys in life. To just sit and talk with me and make me feel important. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I sit and think about my support system I realize that I am blessed by having so many friends. Really I have lots and lots of them. Some who have been friends forever and others I have just met- those who have been in my life for seasons and those who have weathered out some tough storms. I have been closer to some at certain times than others. But who are my core, foundation friends? The ones who I trust to be my support system? The ones who I feel I can honestly open up to?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are tough questions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I appear to be a very open person. I will share my life and struggles with people. But the honest truth is that the level of openness is not that deep. I have built a very strong wall that protects my deepest fears, struggles, and feelings. There are only a handful of people who I have allowed to come to that wall. And an even smaller number who have been let inside that wall. This means my foundation to my bridge is not that strong at times. I am learning to be more open and honest. To take time to examine my foundation and build it up so that it can be strong enough to support me. This means a lot of personal reflection and a lot of praying. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, help me to realize the people you have placed in my life to be my support system. Allow me to build a stronger foundation of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;believers in my life that will help me grow closer to You. Teach me to trust- to open up and be honest with them. To be vulnerable and learn that its ok to lean on them for support-that’s why You gave them to me! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2749776242709797639?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2749776242709797639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2749776242709797639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2749776242709797639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2749776242709797639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/bridges.html' title='bridges'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-9157484219231136960</id><published>2009-09-09T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:53:58.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal." – unknown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;healing is never any fun. Its usually painful, uncomfortable, annoying, and longer than we would like. But it is a necessary part of life. Without healing we would always be ill, injured, or hurting. This is true physically, emotionally, and spitiritually. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have chosen to not bow my head in sadness during my time of hurting, but rather lift my eyes to heaven in search of healing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would be lying to say that it doesn’t hurt. That my heart doesn’t wish it was different. That I am afraid of the unknown of the future. That I miss the good times that were had. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would be lying to say that I am not sad. That I don’t wonder what would need to be different to make it work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would be lying to say that I didn’t know this is what I needed-though it was not what I wanted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite the hard and difficult time that is my life, I am doing good. Why? Because I know God is good and is in control and He works all things out for His purpose. I may not and often just do not understand His purpose…but that is why I trust Him to be in control. I have faith in Him and I know that I am His beloved creation and He loves me and cherishes me and is protecting me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart is ok. I wont say it is great. But I cant say it is terrible. It is ok. Each day is another day and I just choose to look to heaven for healing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am thankful. Beyond thankful. In this difficult time and a time that typically tends to be very unpleasant and awkward, I have been blessed to have been able to keep my best friend. Yes things have changed and the roles that each of us play in each others lives has changed, but I still have a relationship with one of my closest friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It isn’t awkward. Its normal. Its healthy. We talk-and actually communicate. Sometimes it feels like we are better friends than before. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t expect people to understand this idea of going back to being such good friends. And honestly many don’t and question the whole thing. But I know my heart. And my heart is good. I would be devastated if I had to lose him completely. 3 years is a long time… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…and yes my heart still cares deeply. Which makes walking away so much harder. My mind has had to keep my heart in check and it has not been an easy road but it has been a good road. I know the journey is just beginning and that God has incredible things in store for both of us. I have no idea what those things are. That’s the unknown. But I choose to trust Him and follow wherever He may lead me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;text-align:center;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;text-align:center;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Helen Keller&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-9157484219231136960?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9157484219231136960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=9157484219231136960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9157484219231136960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9157484219231136960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8455442968889770546</id><published>2009-08-29T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:31:10.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a long time</title><content type='html'>i realized tonight it has been a long time since i have blogged...and the last few were pretty emotional yet vague. yet they definitely capture the mood of that phase of life. since the last blog life has changed. in ways that i wanted and in ways that i did not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was able to enjoy my always too short summer vacation. i enjoyed time with my friends on a mini vacation. i was able to go on our annual family vacation. i was able to sleep in. to read for fun. it was nice. but off course passed to quickly. i am so thankful for my job and the teaching year round thing...i really enjoy the work 3 months and get 1 off situation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but off course that month of fun had to come to an end and i went back to work. started the brand new school year with 23 students (am currently up to 25 as of now). i have a pretty mellow class (thank goodness) and have definitely been fortunate to not have any real troublemakers in any of my classes since i started teaching. i am excited to be able to love on these kids over the course of the school year and not only teach them all they need to know...but also show the love of Jesus to them daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      along with a new school year with new kids and changes in the way we do things at school came more changes in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am embarking on a new journey in life as a single girl. it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to make. it has been over a month now and in all honesty i still struggle with this decision. i know this is natural. when you live life alongside someone for 3 years its very difficult to understand that God knows what is best. and what is best is not always easy or what we want. i didnt stop loving him that day. i care for him so deeply. yet i know i had to do what i did. for me. i am BEYOND blessed to have had him as a part of my life as a boyfriend during the time that i did. he was my best friend. which makes it so difficult. i am so thankful that we are able to be friends. like true friends. that can talk and hang out and not be weird. our lives are so involved with church and family and friends that if we werent able to be friends it would be miserable. God is working in my heart and in my life during this time. and i pray that He is doing the same for him. when asked how i am doing...i say good. because honestly i am doing well. processing and working through so many things in my life that have come up and that i have realized. its not easy but its good. i am doing good. that doesnt mean that i dont have the hard days. the sad days. the days where i wish things were different. i know God is good. and that HE is in control. and HIS will is what will be accomplished. He is healing my heart and filling me with His joy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i keep myself busy these days. with work. the beginning of the school year is so busy. with church...just finishing our VBX...with my nieces and nephew...lots of disneyland/sea world/sleepovers/quality dates with nina. with friends...really enjoying spending quality time with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is good. different. unknown. but good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-8455442968889770546?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8455442968889770546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=8455442968889770546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8455442968889770546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8455442968889770546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='its been a long time'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-6636200240691206579</id><published>2009-07-30T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:41:05.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Empty me Lord....so I can be filled with You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-6636200240691206579?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6636200240691206579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=6636200240691206579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6636200240691206579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6636200240691206579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/empty-me-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-9070597465900128647</id><published>2009-07-12T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:34:59.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doesn&amp;#39;t know why it bothers me so....but it does...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-9070597465900128647?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9070597465900128647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=9070597465900128647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9070597465900128647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9070597465900128647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/doesn-know-why-it-bothers-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7664542441131886909</id><published>2009-07-09T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:17:24.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family vacation!!!</title><content type='html'>so every year my grandparents take the family to lake powell for a week in july!! i have great memories on our houseboat as a child. its so relaxing and a good time for all of us to be together. well i havent been on this trip since i was 17...but this year it just so happens that i am off track in july so i am totally able to go...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a great trip. we relaxed, played games, ate, and laid in the sun...so good!!! here are a few pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SlYWSYpv7kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FPlitxDv7Us/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SlYWSYpv7kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FPlitxDv7Us/s400/100_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356493311914798658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was our view from the back of the boat...so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SlYWSKqFXRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1kdwPi_rYY0/s1600-h/100_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SlYWSYpv7kI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FPlitxDv7Us/s72-c/100_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8408774926866544810</id><published>2009-06-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:21:26.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>challenge to self.</title><content type='html'>i have decided that i would like to read through all of the psalms. start to finish. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find myself often feeling irritated, angry, hurt, discontent, lonely, insignificant:::: all feelings that are not from the Lord and definitely opposite of being filled with His joy and purpose:::: more often than i would like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i figured i would  fill my heart and mind with thoughts of Him instead. and have chosen to try reading the psalms. i feel like David (and the other authors) felt some of those same feelings and so i would be encouraged and CHALLENGED in reading their words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i will read. and hopefully journal a few thoughts...i like to journal. it helps me process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psalm 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i want my delight (great pleasure) to be in the law of the Lord. How can i make this happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i fall short of meditating (thinking deeply, carefully considering) on it day and night. i pray for better diligence in meditating on the Word. Need work on memorizing more scripture. :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to be like a tree...firmly planted BY THE STREAM. How can i grow if i do not soak in the Word??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He promises to WATCH OVER the way of the righteous and that the way of the wicked WILL perish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-8408774926866544810?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8408774926866544810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=8408774926866544810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8408774926866544810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8408774926866544810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/challenge-to-self.html' title='challenge to self.'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-28503601926302223</id><published>2009-06-17T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:15:18.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>its crazy how certain things trigger memories in our mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can hear a song on the radio and instantly you are back at a middle school dance reliving some awkward moment. or a song reminds you of someone special and your face lights up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can smell a familiar smell and be reminded of a place you have been to or a person you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can look at a picture and be reminded of fun times and bad clothing/hair style choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an event can happen and you are 'time warped" back to another time and place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can bring joy, laughter, and comfort to have these memories triggered. i love moments when this happens:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time i hear britney spears' "dont let me be the last to know" i am dancing with * a boy* at my junior prom. that memory and the feelings that went with it are so clear and vivid and are triggered each time i hear that song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;curve cologne is a "safe" smell for me. i feel safe and comfortable  and familiar when i smell it. my dad wears it and so does josh. i find comfort in that smell. ~TRUE STORY: i also love the smell of menudo cooking. my grandma would often let it cook overnight and waking up to that smell was my favorite cuz i knew what we were eating that day. (fat kid at heart) it now reminds me of my grandma who passed away when i was in high school. its a memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love to sit and look at pictures of "back in the day" i am often reminded of good friends, great relationships, and insane amounts of laughter. i love capturing moments with my friends. keepsakes. memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it also works in a negative way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are songs i hear that take me back to memories i would rather forget. songs that i used to like and i am think: "what was o thinking?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are smells that do not remind us of pleasant things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are pictures i am sure we would all wish didnt exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; most of the time things happen in life that we have no control over. these events much like songs, smells, and pictures remind us of things...people...places...emotions. this can bring good or bad memories and often they catch you off guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something happens and it gets you all worked up and you cant figure out why...then you realize that this has triggered some other memory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-28503601926302223?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/28503601926302223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=28503601926302223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/28503601926302223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/28503601926302223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2034240654681519517</id><published>2009-06-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:51:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SjXrOG3LjoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7qLUKMQTfo8/s1600-h/josh+and+i+ronnie+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SjXrOG3LjoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7qLUKMQTfo8/s400/josh+and+i+ronnie+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347438760165084802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...i love this guy...really i do. He makes me smile and laugh. all the time. he keeps me in check (hahaha but really, that is a difficult job) he loves me. he serves me. he listens (most of the time..hahaha) to my meaningless stories. he lets me be me....and seems to love me for who i am :-) he puts up with my inexplainable quirks and logic (he has some of his own...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is my best friend and i just love to be in his company. i feel comfortable and safe with him around. i want to serve him. i respect him. he is a man who truly desires to glorify God in all that he does. i am challenged and encouraged by him all the time. i am constantly learning how to show him my respect. i am so blessed by him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this picture (thanks hooch) its blurry...which is how life feels sometimes...crazy busy...but we both have such big smiles on our face...we are happy...filled with joy and love...i love it. i love him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2034240654681519517?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2034240654681519517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2034240654681519517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2034240654681519517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2034240654681519517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SjXrOG3LjoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7qLUKMQTfo8/s72-c/josh+and+i+ronnie+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8249589896894457714</id><published>2009-06-12T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:39:52.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this will be a vague and short post....Sometimes life just isn&amp;#39;t fair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-8249589896894457714?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8249589896894457714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=8249589896894457714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8249589896894457714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8249589896894457714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-will-be-vague-and-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7822920306566578055</id><published>2009-05-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:38:58.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prizes</title><content type='html'>so i enjoy prizes...little gifts that are given for no apparent reason or as a reward or as a sign of gratitude...i like to give them...but also receive them....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so a few weeks ago josh preached at church...and he did PHENOMENAL...and no i am not just saying that because he is my man and i am so proud of him...but really he did...God really used him to speak to us... anyways one of my favorite things about when josh preaches is being his support. now this takes all kinds of forms.... it means praying diligently for him as he prepares...as well as supporting him as he deals with the stress of work...and one of my favorite parts is helping him "practice" but this is me listening to him as he works through his ideas and such...i love listening to him speak..he has such a gift...anyways back to the PRIZES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has become routine for megan to come for part of his practice time...we are like his practice audience to help bounce his ideas off of....we tell him what works and what doesnt...we are his best critics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well since this last time went so well megan and i decided we deserved PRIZES....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he suggested we get to was his car as a PRIZE and then i had to explain what prizes are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he did a much better job and got us these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sh90r3ERmeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s5g1FrKCOfY/s1600-h/cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sh90r3ERmeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s5g1FrKCOfY/s400/cactus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341115979949775330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he said they were perfect for us because we only have to water them once a month and he said it is basically impossible for us to kill them...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sh90r3ERmeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s5g1FrKCOfY/s72-c/cactus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-3476457771335962591</id><published>2009-05-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:06:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Instructions: Copy &amp;amp; Paste. Then bold the things you have done. That's it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt; {i love blogging...and blogstalking}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Slept under the stars &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{i miss my summers at pine summit when we used to do this often}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3.Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4.Visited Hawaii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5.Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Been to Disneyland &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{favorite place }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt; {ugh...not my favorite...but it was part of summer camp when i was young}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9.Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10.Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12.Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13.Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14.Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt; {well sponsored a child when i was in high school with my friend greg}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Had food poisoning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{no fun}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17.Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;19.Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Had a pillow fight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{not since i was young though}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.Taken a sick day when you’re not ill &lt;/span&gt;{josh hates when i do this...but a mental health day IS a sick day}&lt;br /&gt;23.Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;24.Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.Gone skinny dipping &lt;/span&gt;{i was in middle school}&lt;br /&gt;26.Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;27.Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;28.Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.Watched a sunrise or sunset &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{sunsets in big bear are glorious...not been up for the sunrise..that is too early for me}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30.Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;32.Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;33.Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;34.Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;35.Had enough money to be truly satisfied &lt;br /&gt;36.Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;37.Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Seen Michelangelo’s David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt; {only with amanda...in big bear...at murray's love it}&lt;br /&gt;40.Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;41.Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;42.Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.Walked on a beach by moonlight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{i think this is romantic}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;45.Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;46.Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;47.Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;48.Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;49.Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.Kissed in the rain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{one of my favorite memories}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.Played in the mud &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{i like dirt}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52.Gone to a drive-in theatre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;54.Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;55.Started a business&lt;br /&gt;56.Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;57.Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.Served at a soup kitchen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{or at the city mission}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60.Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61.Donated blood, platelets or plasma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{thanks conway for taking me...i totally need to do it again&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63.Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;64.Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;65.Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.Saved a favourite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt; {benji!!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.Visited the Lincoln Memorial &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{one of my favorite things about my trip}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;69.Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;70.Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;72.Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;73.Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;74.Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75.Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt; {well it wasnt speeding...it made me nervous...i told my dad he couldnt go on the freeway}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;76.Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;77.Published a book&lt;br /&gt;78.Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79.Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80.Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;81.Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83.Visited the White House {i saw it}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85.Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;86.Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;87.Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88.Met someone famous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{i have a friend...brad...he is kind of a rock star} hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90.Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;92.Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;93.Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;94.Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95.Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;96.Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;97.Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98.Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt; {yay josh}&lt;br /&gt;99.Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7280946264886519221-3476457771335962591?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3476457771335962591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=3476457771335962591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/3476457771335962591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/3476457771335962591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have.html' title='i have....'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7217146697718227664</id><published>2009-05-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:04:47.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my "family"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;went to disneyland yesterday with my "family" its in quotes since none of them are technically related to me...but might as well be.... went with megan, faith (joshs mom), jeremy and erin (joshs brother and sister in law), and their kids ty, keirra, and kaydin.... here are some pics...it was prob one of the best disneyland days i have ever had&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzJFaBK7QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4wrXvIhSQyU/s1600-h/nervous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzJFaBK7QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4wrXvIhSQyU/s400/nervous.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364352875326722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;nervous..or maybe was just told "no more pretzels" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzJFVLmz-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ubTYB6NipXY/s1600-h/ty+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzJFVLmz-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ubTYB6NipXY/s400/ty+glasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364351576920034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    this is his new smile...silly boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzIfdNxWfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Iuv6TuQoKXM/s1600-h/turkey+leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzIfdNxWfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Iuv6TuQoKXM/s400/turkey+leg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340363700898454002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        who doesn't love turkey legs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzIfGZpUFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jy6LDdPMr0Q/s1600-h/kaydin+on+the+rockets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzIfGZpUFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jy6LDdPMr0Q/s400/kaydin+on+the+rockets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340363694774243410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               she just enjoyed the ride...she is so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzIfJHilEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nF30lfh9upw/s1600-h/girls+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzIfJHilEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nF30lfh9upw/s400/girls+glasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340363695503610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thier cute 3d glasses for toy story...they loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzHmRBckTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/l8Po9liRrxI/s400/cheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340362718372991282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-7217146697718227664?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7217146697718227664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=7217146697718227664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7217146697718227664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7217146697718227664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-family.html' title='i love my &quot;family&quot;'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShzJFaBK7QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4wrXvIhSQyU/s72-c/nervous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2283911478083762748</id><published>2009-05-21T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:05:06.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny one</title><content type='html'>so i feel like i have to catch up on blogging...its been a long time...this is one that i have had the idea to blog for awhile but not had the chance....so here it is&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so our church has a website (www.visitcbc.com) and somehow i did not get a profile on the "who we are" page?????? whats that about. josh said something about how you have to work there to get one??? crazy i tell you...so since he wont give me one...i just stole the page and am putting it here!!!! hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(59, 55, 50);   font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Lanaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; josh's girlfriend (his better half)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home Town:  &lt;/b&gt;san bernardino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Info: &lt;/b&gt;i have a big family. but the immediate ones are a dad, mom, brother, 2 sisters, one nephew and 3 nieces...and my "daughter megan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you come to CBC?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 and 1/2 years ago (????) I visited the college group a few times. I was invited (by josh if i remember correctly) to visit a sunday morning service. I fell in love with the church but was still attending my parents church. After a few Sunday visits, I knew CBC was my home. And they havent been able to get rid of me since &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your role at CBC?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I date josh. and basically daniel pryde and i run things around there...dont tell josh....he doesnt know yet. we let him think he does. i also volunteer in the CBC Kids program, lead the girls college/career small group and am on the ladies ministry team &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the best part of your role?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love josh. and in all seriousness wouldnt trade it for anything. working with kids is my favorite and just brings joy to my week. i like being able to serve. thats my favorite part of my role...and daniel and i like to play tricks on josh too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you count as the greatest invention of the last 100 years? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame i know but the text messaging...and as of currently blogging...cars and air conditioning are quite convenient too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were a season, what season would you be? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall. i like to see leave change color (though they dont really here in the ghetto.. but i like the idea of it) and its not hot. or too rainy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite place on earth? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few. i love watching the sunset over big bear lake. i also love disneyland. its just the happiest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what doesnt make me laugh? i love to laugh. Josh makes me laugh. And so does megan...she is very funny in case you didnt know. my 5th grade students get me laughing daily. my nieces and nephew can always make me laugh too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal movies. i am not a crier but movies with animals in it always make me emotional. and when my feelings get hurt :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could be on any reality television show, which one would it be? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real world. just seems like fun. and i am so outgoing and love social things that i think i would enjoy living with a group of strangers and have to get to know them. and i would love to be able to live in a completely furnished house in a really cool city and have an awesome job given to me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want to ask me a question? Contact me at...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(59, 55, 50);   font-weight: bold;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;just text me :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2283911478083762748?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2283911478083762748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2283911478083762748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2283911478083762748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2283911478083762748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-one.html' title='a funny one'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-9170644092068182325</id><published>2009-05-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:45:11.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>small group</title><content type='html'>i love them. had such a good time of fellowship with them. (even though one of our girls was gone...her last premarital counseling session...holla for her getting married) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we spent the time tonight sharing life...laughing....talking of our joys and struggles....and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating frozen yogurt!!!! (yummy...BUBBLE YUM frozen yogurt...it said no fat so that means its healthy right??? and PRAISE JESUS for whoever thought of bubble gum flavored frozen yogurt...with mini gummi bears and fruity pebbles...AMAZING) oh i almost forgot the marshmallow cream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShY7T_2_T-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/L2pwfEzrv6k/s400/yougurt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338519623039930338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-9170644092068182325?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9170644092068182325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=9170644092068182325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9170644092068182325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9170644092068182325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-group.html' title='small group'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ShY7T_2_T-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/L2pwfEzrv6k/s72-c/yougurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-3416909295514285655</id><published>2009-05-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:00:30.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning</title><content type='html'>i have been learning lots lately from many different avenues: &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my students. crazy i know but J has definitely been the one who has taught me the most this year and i am really going to miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a new book i just bought: love and respect. who knew? and where has this book been when i have needed it???? ( thanks to my friend bryan for the recommendation) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my small group: living life along side them and studying galatians with them has been incredible...i love them all very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my josh: (hehehehe) but really his sermon that he taught this week just blew me away (and kicked me in the butt too) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my friends: their words, actions, and attitudes (and blogs...hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-3416909295514285655?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3416909295514285655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=3416909295514285655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/3416909295514285655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/3416909295514285655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning.html' title='learning'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-376968887084975112</id><published>2009-05-12T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:34:16.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgppI88JsHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kCFR7iGtcmw/s1600-h/amanda+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgppI88JsHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kCFR7iGtcmw/s400/amanda+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335192311092064370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this last saturday amanda was in town for a wedding. since she rarely comes to the ghetto she made a weekend of it and stopped by to see me!!!! it was so good to have her here and just enjoy her company, her laugh, her love. she is so incredible and has been such a solid rock in my life over the last few years. we have laughed together (ALOT) and cried together. snuggled in bed for nap time in willow. made inappropriate comments. checked for infections. it has been such a joy to have her in my life. she encourages me. lets me be me. asks the hard questions. and challenges me. i love her very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-376968887084975112?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/376968887084975112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=376968887084975112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/376968887084975112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/376968887084975112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-saturday.html' title='best saturday'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgppI88JsHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kCFR7iGtcmw/s72-c/amanda+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1758379002470657984</id><published>2009-05-10T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:16:15.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky</title><content type='html'>so i am pretty lucky to have such an incredible family. we are very close and i love spending time with them. we have our issues at times but i love it. i enjoy  being with them any chance i get and we are so involved in each others lives. today as i spent time with them celebrating my mom i realized how thankful i am for them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom is amazing. we have not always been so close and naturally like any kid growing up...we had our hard times. i get on her nerves and she gets on mine....but thats part of what makes us mother and daughter...she knows me better than anyone no matter how much i try to deny it :-) but in the last few years we have become such close friends. i know she would do anything for me (or any of us kids) she has and continues to work very hard each day to be able to provide us kids with the best life possible. she has sacrificed much in order for us kids to be happy. i really do pray that i make her proud. that my life and decisions would be ones that she will be proud of. i love her very much and could say so many more things about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wanted to post a few pics of my family. the first one is from vegas for my brothers 21st birthday. there are two important people missing so i posted other pics with them in it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJyYSCzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9qgdLmibiAE/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJyYSCzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9qgdLmibiAE/s400/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334445757041871666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJqM85II/AAAAAAAAAII/y2PY2lJQNtU/s1600-h/madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJqM85II/AAAAAAAAAII/y2PY2lJQNtU/s400/madison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334445754846864514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJvGTQ1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xfm8LRd1pBU/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJvGTQ1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xfm8LRd1pBU/s400/sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334445756161147730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1758379002470657984?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1758379002470657984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1758379002470657984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1758379002470657984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1758379002470657984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky.html' title='lucky'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SgfCJyYSCzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9qgdLmibiAE/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-6761659597329863218</id><published>2009-05-07T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:08:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>havent had the internet for over a month....it feels good to be back in the loop....oh there are so many things i have wanted to post...will have to catch up soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-6761659597329863218?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6761659597329863218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=6761659597329863218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6761659597329863218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6761659597329863218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1078244283393410144</id><published>2009-03-29T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:03:30.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. special times in big bear with these two...they have ben such a huge blessing in my life. and played a strong role in my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc8xQ2kpT0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6BnJXcRPMxY/s320/coop+amanda+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523850544729922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. my dear friend ally. been through a lot together- growing up through college along side each other. i know that i can count on her for anything. she has always been an encourager. and someone who asks the hard questions and keeps me accountable. i had the honor to stand alongside her for her wedding to shawn this past summer...one of the highlights of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc8xQfyCUAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XeoyM6JPkQs/s320/ally.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523844426878978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. big bear lake with these girls. so many heartfelt conversations were shared here. along with so much laughter. i love them and miss the simplicity life seemed to have at this specific season of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc8xPHWerVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/THkR0RWoI0Y/s320/girls+at+lake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523820688977234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. my special friend in costa rica. my heart fell in love with him the moment i met him. i have not stopped thinking and praying about him since i left in february of last year. i hope and pray that i will get to see him again when i return in december of this year. (i also miss costa rica...and highly anticipate my return)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc8xPuJUg6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/GYUAQJp9yO8/s320/andreas+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523831102768034" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. amanda (though i am seeing her in a week!!!) she has been someone who makes me laugh no matter what. she affirms me with her words an her friendship daily. i have shared my heart with her and she has in turn loved and cared for me so deeply. i am truly blessed by her and so sad i dont see her enough...but this next weekend will be GLORIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc8xQB9rgyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uNtWe1_42U8/s320/amandas+graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523836422652706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. when ty would spend the night with me (before the  girls were born) and we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;would have breakfast at my favorite donut shop before church on sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc81MtX065I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5LRewgE89Bs/s320/ty+donut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528177402080146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. when keirra and kaydin were this little. this was one of our favorite days ever meeting our twin nieces for the first time!!!! he is holding kaydin  and i am holding keirra...and i know it is not ok to have favorites but josh and i figure if we both have one favorite...then neither will be left out :-) and funny that this picture from the first day we met them actually reflects our favorites :-) (side note...we love each of our nieces and nephew the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc81MiUR9QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VIvI9jcnoD0/s320/keirra+and+kaydin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528174434415874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. the laughter and company shared with my cousins at christmas time. i hope we will never stop spending quality time together at the holidays. we have so many special traditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc81MBgP8II/AAAAAAAAAHY/9Atu8BCs4sA/s320/cousins+at+christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528165626245250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. hooch. i love her and am sad she lives in another state. she is another special friend God gave me in college. He knew i needed her. i am glad He knew. i had the joy and honor of standing beside her (and my other close friend james) at her wedding this summer...i am one lucky girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc81MsxJRkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CC_ktAgB7sk/s320/hooch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528177239836226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. the gypsy den. no words can even be said to describe this amazingness. i know i will never relive that season of life...and i am thankful i had that opportunity...but i miss it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc81MnzuD8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/wz6K88kVn7c/s320/gypsyden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528175908458434" /&gt;(post was inspired by amanda...cant wait to see you!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1078244283393410144?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1078244283393410144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1078244283393410144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1078244283393410144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1078244283393410144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things.html' title='10 things..'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/Sc8xQ2kpT0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6BnJXcRPMxY/s72-c/coop+amanda+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8386162836221336305</id><published>2009-03-24T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:57:20.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not  sleepy</title><content type='html'>so tomorrow is my first day back at work with students. went back to work today for a teacher work day so i just got to work in my classroom. alone. kid free for the day. definitely a nice transition back into work mode. but i have gotten so used to being able to stay up late and sleep in a bit that i am not tired and need to sleep. i need so badly to sleep. so in hopes of making myself sleepy i am going to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are moving. to a bigger apartment next week...so we thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; we should start packing. well we have completed the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-the hall closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-the laundry closet/area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-our bathroom areas (well other than the essential things we will need this next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we still have lots to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-the kitchen (ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-the junk drawers (YES. plural. how do 2 people end up with so much junk things that we actually need more than 1 (or 2) drawers designated for junk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-odds and ends (basically random crap we have accumulated over the last year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-meg's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was able to get my room done tonight while megan was at practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e (we are going to be storing all packed items in my room to keep them out of the way and to make it easier to clean the apartment this weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ScnU9XZkseI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YNmOvvvyD40/s400/packing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317014985805967842" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what my room looks like packed. oh moving. why must you be so not fun????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did take a break to watch twilight with megan tonight and talk to my dear friend nicole from college. man. it has been years (probably since her wedding in 2005) since we have talked like we did tonight. i miss her. and realized tonight how thankful i am that God gave her to me as a friend at cbu. He knew i needed her. and just how much i needed her friendship, love, encouragement, and humor my last couple years there. she is incredible and now lives in texas with her hubby...i miss her...i should go visit....i do have my southwest credits...hhhmmm maybe next off track time.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-8386162836221336305?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8386162836221336305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=8386162836221336305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8386162836221336305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/8386162836221336305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-sleepy.html' title='not  sleepy'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/ScnU9XZkseI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YNmOvvvyD40/s72-c/packing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7924367859486861415</id><published>2009-03-05T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:58:07.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of things...</title><content type='html'>...which will lead to a random blog...so in order to help the readers they are in bullet points&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. i just got back from a random and quick trip to tuscon. my brother lives out there and i needed to make a trip out to get some furniture (see point b.) luckily drea was wonderful enough to make the trip with me. it is a 7 hour (yes 7 hours) drive from my home in the ghetto to tuscon. and it is a pretty boring drive. ugh. anyways left about 730 on tuesday night (which haas us arriving about 3 am on weds...due to many breaks (see point a1). slept in a bit and then used the handy tomtom (awesome by the way for someone so directionally challenged as me) to find brothers work and visited him. watched a movie and played some guitar hero world tour and then went to dinner. went to bed since we were getting up at 5 am on thursday to load up the furniture and make the drive back. like i said. a very quick trip. it was nice to spend some time with my brother. as much as he DRIVES ME CRAZY and hurts my feelings. i love him and do miss him very much and how close we were when he lived here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a1. road trips with girls are way better cuz you can stop whenever you want and however many times  you want. no stress about "staying on schedule" or "making good time". you can just play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. i am moving. to a new apartment. but in the same complex. just bigger. as of april 1st we will be living in a 3 bedroom apartment. the reason for the move: my sister is moving in with us. (and my niece too ) i havent always been close with my step sister but as we have grown up a lot in the last year and life has given m family some trying circumstances, we have grown closer. my sisters life seems to be coming together and since she is currently living in my parents office, it will be a definite blessing for her to move out and have some space. so i am so excited to be able to help her out and to get to live with my niece. so all that, we are moving. but no worries it is the same place just bigger. so still visit us. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. pray for my little nephew ty. he is very sick right now (pink eye and 2 ear infections) and the doctors are doing some tests to figure out whats going on with his digestive tract. he is having some pain in his stomach. he is so very special to me so please say a little prayer for him as you read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. community group. have been leading one for a long time. i love it. and God has given me a different dynamic group of people each time. i have learned so many things from each group. the last cycle we did with it my group was large. quite large. some nights almost 20 people were crammed in my living room. which is awesome but makes the small group/community setting very hard to achieve. due to such a large group we decided to split into 2 groups after christmas. the groups are now about 5-8 consistent people in each. this was weird and different for all of us and at first we were not so sure we liked it. as the weeks have gone on it has definitely grown on us. the group is closer. we are studying galatians right now. and my group is moving very slowly through it but it is working for us. tonight was good. really good. one of the girls was sharing some questions she has been having about the chapter we are in. just things she is trying to figure out the answers to. and it was not what i had planned on going over tonight but that was ok. i just kinda let the conversation go where God was leading it. there were only 4 of us tonight and so the discussion was small and nice. we all put in some input about the questions or formed new ones about the topic. as i reflect on the discussion it was so neat to see all four of us in our Bibles searching for scripture that we felt would answer the question or provide encouragement. we were digging!!! so cool. man i am so lucky for my small group girls and the friendships i am making are life long and solid (even if ariel thinks i am too old to be her life long friend...hahahhaha) i am the "leader" i guess but i feel so inadequate sometimes and especially tonight i feel i learned more than anyone i was"leading" i love them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. i am slacker of a person. so my small group has decided to memorize a verse each week that God is teaching us with. then we come to small group and recite the verse. and each week you recite your new one and your old one. this was the second week we have done it AND the second week that i didnt do it. ugh. i even picked one out this week but didnt learn it by heart. i feel lame. but my group is challenging me to do it. i have made the commitment to learn THREE for next week. (so keep me in check)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f. james and ruth have been here this week and i have gotten to spend some time with them (and more tomorrow)  these two are so very special to me. james was one of my very first friends at cbu. we went to school together, worked at camp, and worked as RA's together. he is like the big brother i didnt have. he made fun of me ALOT (and still does..which i love), made me laugh all the time, challenged me CONSTANTLY, and encouraged and loved me as a sister in Christ. i went through some pretty rough times in life and he was always there for me. a shoulder to cry on when i needed it, a reality check when i needed to be kicked in the butt, a laugh when i was down, and encouragement always. a constant friend for life. and ruth. well she is just amazing. we became friends my junior year and her sophomore year. we worked as RA's together and at camp. man do we have some good stories to tell about our year as RA's (we were pretty much the best ones ever...hahahahaha..oh vegas...) instantly we became friends. she is so kind and selfless. and she is FUNNY. seriously. she has a servants heart and one of the best friends ever. she was always someone i knew i could count on to understand my heart and never judge me when i shared it with her. and i still feel that way now. we shared life together those last two years i was at cbu. such an amazing woman of character. well i had the pure joy of bein in their wedding this last summer (and being the one who called them getting married after their first date..hahahaha). on few occasions have i felt so much joy and felt so proud as i did that day. it was truly an honor to stand beside two of my closest friends as they marry each other. i am so thankful for both of them being a part of my life and for the quality time i have gotten to spend with them this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g. had a girls day with ruth and shannon (ronnies (see g1) beautiful fiance). it was amazing. so nice to relax and enjoy each others company. we got manicures and pedicures. there was great conversation and yummy frozen yogurt. i am glad God has blessed me with these two beautiful women as friends. and i look forward to many more girls' days like this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;g1. shout out to ronnie: ronnie is one of my other very closest friends from cbu. we have also been friends since my freshman year when he farted ON me and i didnt even know him. gross i know. but we have been friends ever since. he has been such a great friend. another big brother i never had. he is an incredible listener. and gives good advice. i have loved our many countless hours of conversation. definitely been an encouragement in my life. he is one of those friends that is there for you no matter what. anytime you need him he is there. there is such comfort and peace in having a quality friend who has your back no matter what. and i love that we have started little traditions amongst us...steak and crab...mmmhhhmmm and i appreciate that he always manages to be there to support you on important days of your life (graduations, birthdays, etc) and he is so so so funny. even if he likes to fart on girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h. going on a date with my special boy tomorrow (see h1.). and i am so excited and just smile when i think about it. :-) our week has been so busy that we havent gotten to see each other and really spend quality time together. so tomorrow we get to have that special quality time and i am so excited and giddy when i think about it. i really do love him very much :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;h1. i just want to say how wonderful he is. so i was feeling so tired when i got back today from tuscon and still had lots to do before small group...making a snack was one of the things on my list. and i hate this list item since i am not good at making yummy things. well my wonderful boyfriend called me today and said he had made a snack(see h1.a) for his group and made some extra for me to serve at mine!!!! seriously. very thoughtful and so nice to have one less thing to do today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;h1.a there were brownies with a layer vanilla cream frosting with peanut butter/chocolate/rice krispy treat mix as the top layer...yummy!!! i think i just might keep him to bake for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i. well i was just feeling like a lot has been going on in my head and just needed to reflect on some of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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things...'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-8308656187065014440</id><published>2009-02-19T22:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:47:53.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miley is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SZ5OvXY0SoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nWekVT7ArL4/s1600-h/miley+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SZ5OvXY0SoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nWekVT7ArL4/s320/miley+face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304763986727946882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sadly my time as miley's owner was very short lived. she was seriously the best dog i could have asked for. so behaved and just so cuddly. i could go on forever about her and how much i loved her. i honestly did not think i would get so attached to her in the the short time i had her. but i really i did. i hated leaving her for the day while i worked and couldnt wait to see her when i got home. she was just so mellow and relaxed all the time. i loved her very much.&lt;div&gt;well almost 3 weeks ago was one of the worst days ever. i was going out of town for the weekend and received an awful phone call from my parents (who were dog sitting for me) telling me that miley got out of the house. i immediately thought "oh no she has run away and my parents are out frantically searching for her" i thought this with the hope that they would find her. what was reality was far more devastating. they said she got out and ran. and ran and ran. my sister chased her on foot and my parents both got into cars and tried to catch her. i know she was running in hopes of finding home. finding me. i really was the only one she would cuddle with and listen to. she literally followed me every where that i went. i had never left her before and i know she was scared.  anyways she m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ade is probably almost 10 blocks from my parents house to one of the more busy intersections. my parents called to tell me that as she ran across the street she was hit by a car and did not make it. i immediately began sobbing. i never thought this would happen or that i would feel all the emotions that i felt at the moment. it was terrible. no way to describe it. i was about 2 hours from vegas at the time and i cried almost the entire way there. i cried myself to sleep that night thinking about her being gone. i was super busy that weekend which helped keep my mind off of her. as we began the drive home and reached barstow i began to cry and continued until we got home. it was setting in that she was not going to be there when i got home. i wouldnt see her. she wouldnt jump in my lap and cuddle with me. it got worse the closer we got to home until i finally laid in my bed and just sobbed. grieving over the loss of my puppy whom i had grown to love so much. i honestly never thought i would be one of those dog people who loved their animal and basically considered it family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am. and i miss her so much. i have her blanket that she liked to sleep on still on my bed and i refuse to wash it yet because it still smells like miley. and it was her blanket and so it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helps not miss her so much. it has been 3 weeks but i still feel very sad and cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about it sometimes. i want another dog someday. but that day is far away. the pain is still too bad. and the thought of losing another pet is not something i can handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SZ5RYqySgHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/B3zWppkoqsA/s320/miley+winks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304766895332950130" /&gt;another picture of my cute little puppy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya she was pretty awesome..she winked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gone'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SZ5OvXY0SoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nWekVT7ArL4/s72-c/miley+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-4234319870809672487</id><published>2009-01-17T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:20:44.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thug life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-4234319870809672487?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4234319870809672487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=4234319870809672487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-3828247200532933889</id><published>2009-01-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:04:23.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>its been a long week in teacher world. yet it has flown by. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;having a sub in theory sounds like a great idea. i mean a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;off??? who doesnt love that? key word. theory. it is actually so much more of an inconvenience. having to write good plans so things you WANT done will actually GET done. leaving your kids minds in the hands of complete strangers. you work so hard to get them to learn and try to learn and then one day off in the mix brings ya back to square one in the learning game. and no matter how much you train them how to behave with a sub (or in my case threaten) they just cant seem to get it right....all this to preface why my week has seemed so...ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i had a sub half day tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;half day wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all of thursday (which is our minimum day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and we went on a field trip today.(which was SOOOO fun...but very tiring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so my class got a total of two days instruction with me this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;which makes it difficult to keep up with the pacing set by my school when the subs did not get a chance to teach or cover all of the things i needed done. so i must reteach and continue to teach what i need to in order to stay on track. enough with the ranting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bottom line its been a long week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that ended wonderfully. the boyfriend was very sweet and came over with chinese take out for dinner. it was so nice to just stay at home. to stay in and have dinner and be able to just lounge and relax. much needed. and VERY appreciated. he is ok...i think i might keep him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-3828247200532933889?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3828247200532933889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=3828247200532933889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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students...even though i tell them i am going to have an aneurism by the time i turn 26 due to some of them...or the few of them that i say lay awake at night thinking of ways to drive me crazy.. i love each and every one of them. but today was just one of those days when nothing seemed to go right in the classroom. i didnt have the materials ready that i thought i had ready when i needed them. so i got to use my creative juices and come up with some engaging and educational activities. it all worked out and i think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; learning happened today. which is all i ask some days. i have lots of duties outside of the classroom that i am responsible for. science camp is one of them. i have never been and am excited to be able to experience this opportunity with my students. along with being a chaperone...i am actually being the coordinator for my school. which is great... but there is SOOO much that goes into it. i found out later than i should have and have missed a few deadlines for the school board but i have great administrators that are working with me and the board to get all the approvals i need on time. my deadline for the final list of names for camp was due before christmas break but i got it moved to this friday. i just had my last meeting with the two classes that were off track today. and to just say it...it was HECTIC...ugh nothing went right from the copies i needed, to having a translator, to having the video that i needed to show. but in the end...i think it went ok.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been difficult getting back into the groove of working. i really got used to havin some time off...but it will happen. hopefully. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was a thoughtful day. meaning introspective. just some things that have happened really made me think about myself and things i think and i feel and continue to process through. but having all of that going on in my head did NOT help my rough day at work. so today was weird. rough. and thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-5631534461546031182?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5631534461546031182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=5631534461546031182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/5631534461546031182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/5631534461546031182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day.html' title='a day'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1472669551844908856</id><published>2008-12-30T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:53:28.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miley</title><content type='html'>i got a dog about a week ago. i rescued her. her name is miley. i am absolutely in love with her. she is so mellow and a really good apartment dog. she is house trained and just likes to cuddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVsiroJI3PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BDajzco3CRs/s320/miley+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285856720554876146" /&gt;this is her watching my computer screen as i check my email. she is laying on her spot in the bed. (yes i have become that person who lets their dogs sleep with them) &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVsi_Z3iTSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_5nb1QUc8VQ/s320/miley+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285857060320333090" /&gt;isnt she so cute? (she has a cut on her ear from before i got her. it bleeds a lot. so i use some good old  neosporin and bandaids) &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVsjngoGKvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Z5CAjbgiSM/s320/miley+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285857749329390322" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now she is ready for bed...goodnight!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1472669551844908856?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1472669551844908856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1472669551844908856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1472669551844908856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1472669551844908856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/miley.html' title='miley'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVsiroJI3PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BDajzco3CRs/s72-c/miley+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-429977986866915796</id><published>2008-12-28T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:39:58.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVh9o23zQaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QZlVRKkAF6M/s1600-h/letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVh9o23zQaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QZlVRKkAF6M/s320/letters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285112303597076898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that josh comes home. i am so excited. words cant describe it. and honestly i didnt think i would miss him THIS much. but i have learned a lot and become very thankful for the friendship and relationship that i have with him. i am so blessed. it is a constant growing process &lt;div&gt;but God is so good and has really blessed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while he was gone, i wrote him a love note each night before bed. i plan on placing them around his room tomorrow before i pick him up for the airport. some of the notes are just sweet love notes ;-) holla and some of them are remembering special moments and times of our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; relationship....there are also little gifts that go along with some of them... ( i know what you are thinking... and yes i am that amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am also planning a special surprise. before josh left, he really wanted to spend time with ty-his nephew. and due to sickness and the craziness of leaving the country for three weeks, he was not able to see little ty. it made josh really sad. and when ty would come visit me he would always ask if we were going to josh's house. when i said we were going to nina's church, he said NO...Josh's church. so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVh-pXRnfbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EkpsjTPhhPA/s320/ty+and+mickey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285113411806920114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am havin ty spend the night and we are making a "welcome home uncle josh" poster tomorrow and he is going with me to surprise uncle josh. :-) josh will be so excited...i cant wait to see his face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-429977986866915796?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/429977986866915796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=429977986866915796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/429977986866915796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/429977986866915796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='tomorrow is the day...'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVh9o23zQaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QZlVRKkAF6M/s72-c/letters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-608447080214319910</id><published>2008-12-27T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:13:13.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maddy</title><content type='html'>i invited my sister and her daughter madison on a date tonight. it was a glorious way to spend my saturday. we used our traditional gift cards from our great grandparents to in-n-out for dinner :-) and then watched a movie at my apartment since taking a 10 month old baby to a movie theater is not on my list of favorite things to do. we watched a movie with the roommate and just spend time enjoying my little niece. she is growing up so fast. i am very blessed to be a part of her life. she has brought so much joy to our family. i love my little maddy&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVcY3buP0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b9O0yAZQ2Us/s320/madison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284720028356169810" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-608447080214319910?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/608447080214319910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=608447080214319910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/608447080214319910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/608447080214319910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/maddy.html' title='maddy'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVcY3buP0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b9O0yAZQ2Us/s72-c/madison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2418363425005280977</id><published>2008-12-23T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:40:55.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amber is here</title><content type='html'>amber is one of megans friends from the mountains...she moved to portland this last year so we dont see her very much. she is pretty awesome..she is spending the night with us to celebrate megans birthday tomorrow...megan and i had to go up to the mountains to pick her up...and being "flatlanders" technically...we saw snow and felt the need to play in it...not really we just wanted to bring some home for or little friend jorgito....&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVGg9oD0MnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-BkTNRrQwdc/s400/naya+snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283180818468188786" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVGg9Smfx4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/p8rlEDZP69U/s400/megan+snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283180812708071298" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2418363425005280977?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2418363425005280977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2418363425005280977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2418363425005280977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2418363425005280977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/amber-is-here.html' title='amber is here'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SVGg9oD0MnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-BkTNRrQwdc/s72-c/naya+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2373862737185037426</id><published>2008-12-21T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:30:28.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SU3-MCNWUNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P0-b8DsXf5Q/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SU3-MCNWUNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P0-b8DsXf5Q/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282157420680204498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;megan and i put the finishing touches on our ghetto christmas tree (thanks kayla)...now it is complete...dont be jealous (p.s. i got to talk to josh tonight..it was so nice to hear his voice....i miss him very much and only 9 more sleeps until he gets home)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM OUR GHETTO APARTMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2373862737185037426?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2373862737185037426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2373862737185037426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2373862737185037426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2373862737185037426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy.html' title='joy'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SU3-MCNWUNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P0-b8DsXf5Q/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7656707462791424187</id><published>2008-12-15T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:03:40.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SUdesOF6itI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wfvHXu6Z6sU/s1600-h/joshandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SUdesOF6itI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wfvHXu6Z6sU/s320/joshandi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293201905355474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love him. and miss him. he is amazing and today as i prayed for him i was reminded of all of the many reasons i love him. the past 2  1/2 years have gone by so fast and have been filled with so many wonderful memories. and i look forward to many more... i am truly blessed to have him as a part of my life (and he is pretty lucky as well...i am quite a catch...hahahha) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-7656707462791424187?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7656707462791424187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=7656707462791424187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7656707462791424187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7656707462791424187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SUdesOF6itI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wfvHXu6Z6sU/s72-c/joshandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-4379880690184840307</id><published>2008-11-19T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:02:32.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love being off track</title><content type='html'>Being off track has been amazing. Teaching is such an incredible job and even though there are parts that I don't like very much it is a very rewarding career and it definitely has it's perks. The idea of "off track" is one of them. I work for three months and then get one month off. It's incredible. So this time off track has been nice. The first half was spent in training-since I am a new teacher I get to go to lots of training...not very fun. The second half has started out so nicely. I have been able to do so many things that I WANT to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been able to read. Like really read. Read books for fun-that I WANT to read. I got absolutely obsessed wit the twilight series. You may think I am  over exaggerating but I am not. Ask my roommate. I have read all four of the books in a little over a week. I couldn't put it down and read every opportunity I got. I may or may not have been swept off my feet by a vampire named Edward. I also may or may not have tickets to see the movie at midnight tomorrow. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to spend some much needed QUALITY time with my babies. I was just going to go up and spend the day with Erin and the kids but then I realized that she could use a little time to herself...so I offered to watch the kids for the weekend..you would think this was a selfless idea but on the contrary it was completely selfish :-) i just wanted all the quality time i could get with Ty, Keirra, and Kaydin. We had so much fun together and they are growing so so so fast!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Josh and I took Ty to Disneyland. It was so much fun and Ty really enjoys the special time he gets with Uncle Josh (and Nina too) Basically he is the most spoiled kid ever...when he is with us he gets everything his little heart desires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been  able to spend some much needed time with good friends. Without feeling worried and stressed out about all the work I have to do. I am truly blessed with good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh and I have been able to spend some good quality time together. Which is hard to get sometimes with our equally busy schedules. So it has been nice to be able to spend more time together...and makes me a little sad to go back to my busy schedule. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I must say that I have really enjoyed being on vacation. It feels nice to spend a whole day doing nothing and not feel bad about it ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-4379880690184840307?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4379880690184840307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=4379880690184840307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/4379880690184840307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/4379880690184840307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-being-off-track.html' title='i love being off track'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1313579500311447296</id><published>2008-10-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:34:07.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meg and i had decided early on that we wanted to do something that went together. bein roommates and all we thought it would be fitting to do some type of dynamic duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our first idea was dinosaurs. not that dinos are a type of dynamic duo. i just have a big fascination with dinosaurs. and realized that i would really like to own a dinosaur costume. (sadly i was not able to find one...someday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since we couldnt find dinosaur costumes...we had to brainstorm and come up with a new plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are pretty confident that we have come up with a very funny costume idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQf08ev_KrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/90Mqguc5tZE/s320/hannah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262444009489377970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes thats right. we have decided to be hannah montana and miley cyrus. (i am hannah..with my singing talent and all) and meg is miley. basically we are the best of both worlds.&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQf08OONVCI/AAAAAAAAADs/J9_QIFvyoEk/s320/miley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262444005052732450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1313579500311447296?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1313579500311447296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1313579500311447296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1313579500311447296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1313579500311447296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='halloween costumes'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQf08ev_KrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/90Mqguc5tZE/s72-c/hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2626651591199877946</id><published>2008-10-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:39:14.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQJpkn8vOJI/AAAAAAAAADk/RfEKmT-N9sA/s1600-h/PICT0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQJpkn8vOJI/AAAAAAAAADk/RfEKmT-N9sA/s320/PICT0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260883392642103442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so my little ones are going to be here any moment to spend some much needed quality time with "nina". it has been over a month i think since i have seen them and i miss them so very much. i am looking forward to seein how much they have grown :-) and get lots of hugs and kisses from ty, keirra, and kaydin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQJpkWTgMtI/AAAAAAAAADc/mL66tetMH5c/s1600-h/bathfun7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQJpkWTgMtI/AAAAAAAAADc/mL66tetMH5c/s320/bathfun7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260883387905749714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2626651591199877946?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2626651591199877946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2626651591199877946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2626651591199877946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2626651591199877946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-my-little-ones-are-going-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SQJpkn8vOJI/AAAAAAAAADk/RfEKmT-N9sA/s72-c/PICT0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7844022667004344589</id><published>2008-10-14T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:49:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roommates</title><content type='html'>i have had several roommates in my life. and for the most part all have been a pleasant experience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     my sister and i were roommates til i moved to college. she is 10 years younger than me and so that was fun to be able to spend that time sharing a room. i moved to college and had some pretty interesting roommates my first year. amy was my roommate sophomore year. we had so much fun that year! i would even go on to say that we were notoriously known to live on the "naked wing" 2B holla!!! my summers were spent at camp with many roommates... i have so many memories with canifax and bri and ally that first summer...and cooper and amanda.. there are not even words to describe that craziness!! love those girls. after college spent some time livin on the parents couch then moved into my grandparents house...kate was my first official post-college roommate...she is pretty awesome...we were soon joined by megan...and our home became the gypsy den. this is a picture of the gypsy den...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SPWCrZp4uCI/AAAAAAAAADU/_yjIeNag3cE/s200/gypsy+den.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257251822157477922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we moved out of the gypsy den and our dear kate got married (lucky her) and so know it is just megan and i (with our flamingo Duff-after ace of cakes) livin in our apartment. its ghetto and messy and filled with toys. but we love it. we have two bedrooms but prefer to sleep in the same one.. we dont shower on saturdays (its a rule in our house) or do laundry that often. we eat lots of hamburger helper/pasta (with our free hamburger meat from my mom) we share clothes and like to take naps on our couch with our comfy blankets. its pretty awesome. you should be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been blessed with so many wonderful roommates who have played such an important role in my life...and one day i will get to have another roommate and i know that it will be as much of a blessing as all the others. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-7844022667004344589?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7844022667004344589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=7844022667004344589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7844022667004344589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7844022667004344589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/10/roommates.html' title='roommates'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SPWCrZp4uCI/AAAAAAAAADU/_yjIeNag3cE/s72-c/gypsy+den.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-4637030463358341834</id><published>2008-09-27T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:38:32.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its 2:30 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SN3-WQEu2RI/AAAAAAAAADM/0A1injW2Ltk/s1600-h/newstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SN3-WQEu2RI/AAAAAAAAADM/0A1injW2Ltk/s200/newstuff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250632398809258258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and megan and i finished movin our new  furniture in and gettin it all situated... yay for free things from generous aunts and uncles ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and yes. that is our festive flamingo in her pretty halloween costume hanging from the ceiling (she has a different outfit for each month in case you were wondering) she is actually a lawn flamingo but we dont have a lawn and i cant seem to find her legs. so now she hangs in our sitting room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know the room would look nicer without the flamingo. very put together and adult. but what would my apartment be without a touch of ghetto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exactly. it wouldnt be my apartment. i love living here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-4637030463358341834?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4637030463358341834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=4637030463358341834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/4637030463358341834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/4637030463358341834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-230-in-morning.html' title='its 2:30 in the morning'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SN3-WQEu2RI/AAAAAAAAADM/0A1injW2Ltk/s72-c/newstuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-7891442211029515928</id><published>2008-09-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:16:50.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>its the little things...</title><content type='html'>...that make megan smile&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were driving home from rite aid tonight aft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er small group and as we pulled in to the complex, megan got REALLY excited all of the sudden. i am driving and i just hear her saying things like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh oh!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"look quick!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as she is pointing out my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this point i am trying to drive without hitting the pa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rked cars while not wearing my glasses. and also look at whatever megan could possibly be so excited about. i expected it to be something fantastic and was very eager to see what all the fuss is about. i was a little sad that i was seeing nothing. i asked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what is it?" (and i asked this several times because i couldnt quite get a verbal response from her) she just kept repeating her little excited phrases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so as you can imagine my anxiety is kickin in and i REALLY want to know what all the fuss is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally i get a glimpse of what she has seen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SNx9dVKfHEI/AAAAAAAAADE/WEwfLjcZdE0/s200/Skunk-in-Grass-800x600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250209208457960514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. you are seeing correctly. megan has just seen a skunk scamper from the dumpster underneath a few cars. she finally was able to put some words together "he is a fast little bugger" i believe is the phrase i heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know she is from the mountains. and probably a little sheltered. but seriously. she acted as if she has never seen an animal before and that this skunk was the first and by far the most awesome creature she has ever seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha i love megan. and there is never a dull moment with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-7891442211029515928?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7891442211029515928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=7891442211029515928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7891442211029515928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/7891442211029515928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-little-things.html' title='its the little things...'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SNx9dVKfHEI/AAAAAAAAADE/WEwfLjcZdE0/s72-c/Skunk-in-Grass-800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-3320394927873227463</id><published>2008-09-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:47:35.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SNSMZnlq-nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b9_EiimQFvg/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SNSMZnlq-nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b9_EiimQFvg/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247973837545077362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my week has been a little rough at work. and it has nothing to do my actual class. i LOVE my students. i have so much fun with them (well most of the time) and enjoy spending six hours a day with them. i am looking forward to watching them grow as individuals and learn all that they need to be successful in middle school. my school is going through lots of changes right now in hopes of upping our test scores (cuz that is what it is ALL about) so it has been a very difficult transition to make from teaching last year to this year. it has been rough. in just an administration aspect. i had to hold back tears twice at the last staff meeting...anyways, it has just been a rough and exhausting week....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which leads to this picture. my very wonderful and thoughtful man showed up for dinner at my house tonight with these flowers. which just so happen to be m very favorite flowers. so it was the perfect end to a rough week. i am so thankful for josh. it has been an amazing 2 years and i look forward to many, many more. he is my best friend. and i love him very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-3320394927873227463?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3320394927873227463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=3320394927873227463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/3320394927873227463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/3320394927873227463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-end.html' title='a perfect end...'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SNSMZnlq-nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b9_EiimQFvg/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-6277866484953336788</id><published>2008-09-13T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:31:52.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SMyo99UjG9I/AAAAAAAAACY/l20hi1Yyr5w/s1600-h/familyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SMyo99UjG9I/AAAAAAAAACY/l20hi1Yyr5w/s320/familyphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245753448366021586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family. &lt;div&gt;is often more than just your God-given biological family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this picture happened as part of a joke...but just seemed to stick....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;awhile back the jokes about megan and conway being josh and my kids began. we were the parents. they were the kids. we would call times the four of us would go places "family outings" megan drew this picture one night representing our little "family". (note a few things: how much shorter i am than everyone, the weirdness of josh's pants?? megans voluptuous lips?-i love it megan!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over time our family has grown so much closer. we now have weekly family dinners. (that often dont happen until 10 at night...its how we roll)  where either the boys cook or the girls cook. it works out nicely since megan and i are roommates and josh and conway are roommates. our family dinners are the highlight of the week. with all of our busy schedules it is so nice to be able to sit down and just catch up on life with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it has even happened where josh and i have gone somewhere together and feel the need to buy our "kids" presents for the next time we see them. like they need a treat after mom and dad have been away...its so funny. we went to victoria gardens and felt the need to buy megan and conway their favorite candies from see's candy before we went home. and we brought back megan a prize from sacramento.... its silly i know but we actually do it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i just am feeling incredibly thankful for these three. josh. i dont even know where to begin on what i am thankful for about him ;-) he is amazing and a complete answer to prayer...i love him... megan. she is an incredible roommate and a beyond amazing friend. she is funny too!!! she makes me laugh and i can just be myself and feel comfortable. i love her. conway...or conwizzle :-) he is such a good friend. incredibly encouraging and supportive. and such an example to me...i love him too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-6277866484953336788?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6277866484953336788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=6277866484953336788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6277866484953336788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6277866484953336788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/family.html' title=''/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SMyo99UjG9I/AAAAAAAAACY/l20hi1Yyr5w/s72-c/familyphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-2384028973220445894</id><published>2008-09-11T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:45:19.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>where my girls at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I have had the opportunity to lead the women's college/career community group for a couple of years now and tonight was the first night of this next "cycle" as I like to call it (like how top model has cycles...hahaha). I am very social and I love to be around people and to have people over to hang out, so this opportunity is just the kind of thing I love to do. anyways, I find myself overwhelmed with joy and filled with love as I sit and reflect on tonight' time. The group is a good mix-on many levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are girls who are fresh out of high school and beginning their journey on the road of college, girls that are ending their journey on the road of college, girls who are going back to the college after taking some time off, girls who are married or will be married soon, and girls who have begun or will be beginning their careers. Their are some of us who have been in the same community group for several "cycles" (hahaha) and have seen many come and go, and then there are the new girls. I love the mix that we have. The dynamics of the group just seem that they will be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I struggle with being a leader. I know that I have the ability to do it. But I fear not doing a good job or letting people down-that I might fail at it. Fear is a huge hinderance in my life and I am really trying to work on this. But this fear makes me worried about my responsibility as the leader of the group. My heart is in this. I want to really live life alongside these girls as well as be the leader that they may be looking for. My prayer is that I won't let my fear keep me from giving my all in being the leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some of my closest friendships have developed from being in a community group. Others have been made stronger. I look forward to building those type of relationships with the ladies in the new group. On several occasions I have found peace and comfort in my community group. Knowing that there is a core group of people who are living life alongside you-loving you, encouraging you, challenging you. They keep you accountable. They pray for you. It is such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have chosen to read a book together for this "cycle". We chose &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captivatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; by John and Stasi Eldridge. (which i must say is one of my favorite books). I read it for the first time when I was in Costa Rica. And began reading it a second time a few months ago. I am excited to read this book with my small group. I cant wait to see what the Lord has in store for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-2384028973220445894?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2384028973220445894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=2384028973220445894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2384028973220445894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/2384028973220445894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-my-girls-at.html' title='where my girls at?'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-6731728485246359934</id><published>2008-08-29T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:06:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhmmm.......</title><content type='html'>i am in one of those ruts i guess in life. feeling down for no real reason. when asked how i am i answer with "eh". which is saying fine. not good not bad just "eh". i just feel distant and unattached. it came out of nowhere and its not as if things have happened that have made me feel so meloncholy about life. i cant figure it out....and i think that bothers me most....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time (probably ever) i have the desire to be an introvert. anyone who knows me knows how i am completely opposite of that. an extrovert to the extreme. a social butterfly some may say. i enjoy being social and being around people. i find comfort in it. but as of late the introvert tendencies have become quite strong. i find this shift intriguing and am curious as to what will become of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind has been on overload lately just consumed with so many thoughts. i think that contributes to wanting to be an introvert. i want to process through it all. (as i write this i am remembering why i kept a journal...and thinking i may very well start again) i am not too good with expressing my feelings out loud. but feellike i can express myself so well with written words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been going to hdc (high desert church) for the last several weeks while they were going through a sermon serious called holy sex (holla---j/k) it was really good. over the five weeks he talked about marriage, singleness, mascalinity, femininity, and brokeness. this last week was brokeness and i heard some lyrics to a worship song this last week that have stuck with me. i dont know the name of the song, who sings it, or all of the words...but this is what stuck out to me&lt;br /&gt;     I will live to love You&lt;br /&gt;     I will live to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;     I will live a child in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;     You aone are God of all&lt;br /&gt;     You alone are worthy Lord&lt;br /&gt;     And with all I am&lt;br /&gt;     My soul will bless Your name.  &lt;br /&gt;     Til I see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;     And grace amazing calls me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that this will be my prayer. and that the desire of my heart will be to live in such a way to love Him, praise Him, be awestruck by Him. with EVERYTHING that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-6731728485246359934?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6731728485246359934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=6731728485246359934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6731728485246359934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/6731728485246359934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/hhhmmm.html' title='hhhmmm.......'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-9201759939979668778</id><published>2008-08-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:55:11.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>being an auntie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;...might be my favorite thing ever. it is such a fun and blessed season of life. i didn't know i could love little ones as much as i love my nieces and nephew. it is so fun to be able to love on and spoil them just because i can. i get to see some of them fairly often but it never seems often enough. i find it amazing how much they grow in the few days or a week or so that i don't see them. i am blessed to be an auntie to four precious little ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SK0JQqLk1UI/AAAAAAAAACA/O17mSInYGkc/s320/madison.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236852123507152194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;madison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;she is my sister ashley's first baby. she is five months old now. i don't get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;to see her very often which makes me really sad. she looks just like my sister did when she was this age. (at least thats what i can tell from pictures...hahaha) madison is the first grandchild for my parents. which has been such a blessing for them. she is such a calm and happy baby. i miss being able to spend days with her. hopefully it will all change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SK0KqaWlWUI/AAAAAAAAACI/hEvJGMpJYpU/s320/ty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236853665446582594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then theres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he is jer and erin's oldest (josh's brother and sister in law) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he is 3. and the cutest little boy ever. so full of life and energy. it has been such an incredible blessing to watch as he has grown the last few years. his vocabulary gets bigger each and every time i see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;him. he always has new words to tell me. i love seeing the world through his eyes. he notices things and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; appreciates things i would often overlook. his laughter is contagious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;      he calls me nina. it was his attempt at auntie naya. i cant say how much joy it brings my soul hear him say "nina!" i love him so much. and wish he lived next door so i could see him every day. one of my favorite things is when he spends the night on the weekends. there is nothing like having his sleepy head come out of the bedroom and say "good morning nina" as he snuggles up to give me a big squeeze. i also like spoiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; him :-) he may or may not get everything he wants at nina's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and then there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;keirra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;kaydin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;they are 17 months old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;keirra is the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; the tray making the funny face. she is so known for her facial expressions. it amazes me how she has such a personality at this age. she is the ham of the two and is always ready to cheese it up for the camera. kaydin is the sitting on the floor lookin all cute for the camera. definitely ready to pose for the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SK0NoS1DNvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q2_hSqw22Rc/s320/kierraandkaydin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236856927602030322" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;these two girls are such a blessing and so much fun to spend time with. they are at that age where they walk and are beginning to talk. (they almost can say nina) my favorite thing that they do is say "eyes", "nose", and "mouth" as they point to their facial features (or anyones for that matter) they say so many other things too. uh-oh, mommy, daddy, josh, thank you, and almost nina are a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i do hope to one day have children of my own but thats a whole other season of life...right now i love being an aunt. it is a blessing like i couldnt have imagined. i love each of them more than i could express and pray for each of them daily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-9201759939979668778?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9201759939979668778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=9201759939979668778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9201759939979668778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/9201759939979668778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-auntie.html' title='being an auntie...'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SK0JQqLk1UI/AAAAAAAAACA/O17mSInYGkc/s72-c/madison.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1284906674401621786</id><published>2008-08-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:13:24.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>So it is the middle of my first week of school. Which means I have made it halfway through. It has been rough. I feel so scatterbrained and often inadequate. This may be due to the newness of the beginning of school. I officially became a contracted teacher in January which meant I took over a class that was already in the groove. I didn't have to start one myself. The lesson plans were already done . The procedures and expectations were already in place and made clear. So the beginning of the school year had made me quite nervous. (and anyone who knows me knows how well I can function when I get nervous) I have a fairly large fear of failure. To the point where I won't attempt things or take risks because I fear that I might fail at it. I want to be good at what I do and if I feel that I won't succeed I often won't do it. I know this is not very healthy. Nevertheless, it is the way I work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I have approached the school year. Which makes me f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eel like I am drowning. I know realistically that everything will work out. I know that I am an adequate teacher and that I did a good job with my class last year. But my fear can get the best of me. I know my first year will be fille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d with trials and errors. I will make mistakes and I will be successful. I just am afraid of failing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class (so far...3 days in) seems to be fairly mellow. I have a good mix of students academically and socially. Getting to know 25 new kids is fun. It's exciting to learn personalities and also anticipate watching them grow through their journey of the 5th grade. And I am not gonna lie that having an audience of 25 people that HAVE to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen to me all day is kinda nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SJqDwImxbpI/AAAAAAAAABY/7zK3LeXGLc4/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231638780111318674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my classroom during the preparation stage last week. It currently looks like a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tornado has h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it due to the paperwork/new curriculum/25 people who now call it home. &lt;here is="" a="" picture="" of="" my="" classroom="" during="" the="" preparation="" it="" currently="" looks="" like="" tornado="" has="" swept="" through="" due="" to="" all="" paperwork="" new="" curriculum="" students="" who="" call=""&gt;&lt;/here&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280946264886519221-1284906674401621786?l=lanayamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1284906674401621786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280946264886519221&amp;postID=1284906674401621786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1284906674401621786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280946264886519221/posts/default/1284906674401621786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanayamarie.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>lanaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09455272062033146590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SM8b3Dz-qqI/AAAAAAAAACk/GnSYBcwMRXE/S220/tyandnina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SJqDwImxbpI/AAAAAAAAABY/7zK3LeXGLc4/s72-c/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280946264886519221.post-1549356910339807895</id><published>2008-08-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:54:40.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>what a pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so as a prize josh bought megan and i a piggy bank to help us learn to save our money. we fell in love with the pig. we have named the pig (with a little help from hailee) pajama pancake pig. it is like a pet for us. well long story short josh and i made a bet. the rules were simple. the pig would have to be in the same room as me at all times for 48 hours. whoever lost would have to take the winner out to their favorite restaurant for dinner. (i eagerly took this bet for the following reasons: 1. i am very competitive 2. i want to beat josh at things 3. i recently lost a bet and had to take him to dinner) here are some of the things that pajama and i did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went to the dentist, watched some tv until megan got home, pajama went to the beach for the first time and touched the water, watched the sunset, and played lifeguard. we also went to claim jumper and she wanted to ride conways bike (but she didnt have a helmet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1SnR9eX04I/SJf2j6KyYYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C-uEtEG-iho/s320/dentist.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230920588984476034" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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