<?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-3234940323942727980</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:32:24.684-07:00</updated><category term='gack'/><category term='silly putty'/><category term='germs'/><title type='text'>.Thoughts on my life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-1342171818292653870</id><published>2011-01-17T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:43:32.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Reconnect</title><content type='html'>When I was in College, the pastor at the church I attended encouraged us to each year pick one word that we would focus on instead of making New Year resolutions. The word is supposed to be back up by scripture. His view was that New Year resolutions don´t last, usually focus on selfish things (loose weight, exercise) and if we fail we feel even worse or guilty. If you pick a word, easier to remember, and easier to apply.&lt;br /&gt;This year I have decided to pick the word ¨Connect.¨ I have noticed I have become disconnected in many areas of my life with myself, God and others. This year I a going to spend more quality time alone either creating something or doing something I enjoy. I am going to reconnect with God in doing something for a quiet time instead of just reading. I have created a blog called ¨Learning to Reconnect¨which everyday I have a quiet time I will post something either re-writing scripture notes, re-writing the scripture in my own words, taking or finding a picture that represents the passage or verse, etc. The scripture I will base it on will be the scripture from the sermon on Sunday. This way I can really learn and apply what I learn on Sunday throughout the week. Then the last is to reconnect with others. I think for now that will be to write letters to people I have lost touch with and send them a card. I miss sending and getting mail. People don´t even write anymore everything is emailed or texted. I want to take time to reconnect with good old letters. We will see if I will be successful. I am excited and optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-1342171818292653870?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1342171818292653870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-to-reconnect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1342171818292653870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1342171818292653870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning-to-reconnect.html' title='Learning to Reconnect'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-5785666880783183702</id><published>2010-09-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:05:48.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Talk</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday we meet at Drew and Diane Henley`s house in Vine City, a neighborhood in Atlanta, to eat pancakes and hang out with kids that live here. After pancakes we caravan over to church. &lt;div&gt;During this journey to and from church I have participated in many random and hilarious conversations. One morning Ron was telling me about this lady who he saw on a talk show that would sit done and eat toilet paper for a meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Sunday after dropping some kids back to their houses I decided to write down part of the conversations to let you know what you are missing if you have never made it out to Sunday morning pancakes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid 1: ¨I watched on the news this morning that dinosaurs didn´t die, they were sent to the future to year 2026.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then started talking about time travel and aliens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid 2: ¨If I see an alien when I am 80 I would move.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we started talking about youtube videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid 1: ¨I set my hand on fire for a youtube video.¨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we talked about that the rest of the trip home. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-5785666880783183702?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5785666880783183702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/car-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5785666880783183702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5785666880783183702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/car-talk.html' title='Car Talk'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-4573084433872527018</id><published>2010-06-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:24:22.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly putty'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how God puts you in situations, places and relationships that to an outsider may seem strange, or dangerous but throughout that chapter in life you have this unexplainable peace that his hand is in it. In hindsight you may even consider what you did as crazy or dangerous but deep down you know that God was guiding you the whole time. Since moving into the neighborhood I have found myself in many situations that in hindsight probably weren´t the safest but they have allowed me to build trust and friendship with people I may not normally meet in my social or professional circle. &lt;div&gt;I have been spending some time with a Guatemalan family that I met at a park near my school. I have been able to tutor the mother in English, learn how to cook some Guatemalan dishes, transport them to get food and clothing that they need, and practice my Spanish. This started as a conversation in a park and turned into a deep friendship that I hope will last for years to come whether she decides to go back to Guatemala or stay here. I have been blessed through this family and have been reminded of how God can use me when I am open to stepping outside of my routine and scheduled events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In having my summers free I have been able to spend more time in the neighborhood and have been able to deepen some of those relationships as well. It is amazing how giving a neighbor some extra banana pudding you can`t finish can break down walls and barriers. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the need around me and feel as though there is nothing I can do. I know that God is using me and has been using me to reach the people in my life. I just have to continue to be open to stepping out of my routine to see where he wants me to be whether it appears crazy or unimportant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-4573084433872527018?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4573084433872527018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/4573084433872527018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/4573084433872527018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-4154153263038826861</id><published>2010-05-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:01:55.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutoring and cooking lessons</title><content type='html'>So, this past week I went to go tutor. During my time there some how the mother and I started talking about cooking. I was asking her about some typical dishes and advice on how she makes beans and rice. She starts telling my how to make this type of salsa that you put on rice, beans, meat, or whatever. She describes it to me and then she just says in Spanish, do you want me to show you? So, of course I said, ¨ Si, claro.¨ She starts to teach me how to do it. Once I taste it, she then asks me if I have ever made huevos y salchicha. I said, I hadn`t and she starts to make them as well. It was such a blessing to see her smiling cause I know she has been going through a lot lately. I also enjoyed learning to make some easy dishes. Next week I am bringing La masa and chicken and she is teaching me how to make tortillas.....so excited. It is amazing how God puts certain people in your life that can be such a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-4154153263038826861?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4154153263038826861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/tutoring-and-cooking-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/4154153263038826861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/4154153263038826861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/tutoring-and-cooking-lessons.html' title='Tutoring and cooking lessons'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-6502190936459172437</id><published>2010-05-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:55:42.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¨Estoy Triste¨</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I met a family from Guatemala on a routine run in the park. I helped one of her daughters with her home and we exchanged information. The mother also told me she was wanting to learn Spanish and wondered if I could teach her. My life was crazy at the time so I told her I would get back in touch with her in about a month.&lt;div&gt;    A month went by and I called to see if she still wanted me to come by and help her daughter. She was enthused that I had called and so a week later I start to tutor two of her kids. It had been a while since I had seen them so I was hoping I would know if it was the right house or not. As I walked to the house I was greeted by children. I hope them with their homework and then leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The next week, as I am getting out of the car, one of the children tells me that his sister isn´t here. The principal had asked that she come to her office and not go to the bus. An investigator needed to ask her questions. I find out later that one of the teachers had called defacts about his sister. As I walk inside I am greeted by the mother. She said that her husband was talking to jail for driving with out a license. In order to renew your license you have to have ¨papers.¨He doesn`t so therefore he can`t drive legally. Then if you break the law you are pretty much garaunteed that you will be deported. An investigator calls the mother because he wanted to ask her some questions. She doesn´t speak English so she hands to phone to me. The investigator gives me an address and we pile into their car and I drive..... She cant drive and my car can´t fit car seats safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    On the way to pick up her daughter I ask the mother how she is doing. She just looks over at my and simply says, ¨Estoy triste.¨(I am sad). She was being so sincere and honest. It just broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-6502190936459172437?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6502190936459172437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/estoy-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/6502190936459172437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/6502190936459172437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/estoy-triste.html' title='¨Estoy Triste¨'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-7813397973749089695</id><published>2010-04-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:09:43.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my neighborhood....</title><content type='html'>As I drove into my driveway after a busy weekend in Nashville, I get a phone call. As I answer it I hear my neighbor who lives down the street asking if I am the one she sees standing in the middle of the street. She then continues to ask if I can take her and her cousins to the park. I quickly put my things away and walk down with frozen popsicles to pick them up. After much debate we end up coming to my house and end up jumping rope, and trying to beat me in connect four. &lt;div&gt;    After I explain to them I am tired and need to unpack and take a shower we race back down to their house for me to drop them off. When I am at their house I meet the landlord and have a conversation about owning real estate. He tells me that I am unusual to be living in this area and tutoring Kelsey. He ment it in a good way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   On my way back I run into a guy named Peanut that just roams the neighborhood. I have given him food or gift cards on a number of occasions. He asks for food and so I scrounge to find some pretzels and peanut butter from my bare cabinets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    God has given me good relationships and I am very blessed to be in this neighborhood.  It is nice to call this home. There is so much beauty in this neighborhood in the people that as you drive by you miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-7813397973749089695?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7813397973749089695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-neighborhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/7813397973749089695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/7813397973749089695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-neighborhood.html' title='I love my neighborhood....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-5246654782455097188</id><published>2010-01-25T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:10:53.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet paper and wipes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rv-roadtrips.thefuntimesguide.com/images/blogs/scott-rapid-dissolving-toilet-paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://rv-roadtrips.thefuntimesguide.com/images/blogs/scott-rapid-dissolving-toilet-paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The grocery store near my house has recently closed down. I have been trying to figure out a new place to shop. There is a Kroger pretty near to where I live. I was shopping there on Sunday trying to find some italian sausage... I had a hard time finding it. An older man approaches me holding a package of toilet paper in one hand and change in another. He asks if I had any change to spare that would help him by some toilet paper. I offered to buy the toilet paper instead of give him money. &lt;div&gt;       As we were walk to the register he starts to tell me why he needs the toilet paper. He says that he has crohn`s disease and it has been acting up. It has caused him to have diarrhea. He shares this before he tells me his name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I stopped walking and went and got him some wet wipes as well. It just broke my heart that first of all he made his way to the grocery store probably know that he didn´t have enough money to purchase the toilet paper. How humbling it is to have to ask a stranger to buy you toilet paper because you are having diarrhea. It has kept coming in my thoughts throughout the day. It is hard for my to shake that image. To me it is a funny situation but so sad at the same time. It just breaks my heart. &lt;/div&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/3234940323942727980-5246654782455097188?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5246654782455097188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/toilet-paper-and-wipes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5246654782455097188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5246654782455097188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/toilet-paper-and-wipes.html' title='Toilet paper and wipes....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-1763867868897127931</id><published>2009-12-20T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:59:03.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long way from home...</title><content type='html'>After church today I finally went on a prayer walk. I have been wanting to but either it is raining or dark by the time I get home. As I was walking leisurely through the neighborhood I got honked at a couple of times, offered rides, and stared at. The comment that prompted me to write about was a man rolled down his window to say, ¨You a long way from home.¨ Yes, it wasn´t a question it was a statement. It is still so shocking to me that after we have come so far as a nation in regards to racism we still are segregated in our schools aka lunch tables, neighborhoods, and churches. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I understand that as humans we tend to stick with those that are like us in regards to race, religion, political views, sexual orientation, age, etc. It just continues to break my heart that there is so much division in our city. It prompts me to ask, Why is there so much division?  It also breaks my heart that I stick out so much. Not because it makes me feel uncomfortable but because ¨my kind¨is rare in this area. I even find myself do a double take when I see another white person walking around and wonder why they are here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-1763867868897127931?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1763867868897127931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-way-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1763867868897127931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1763867868897127931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-way-from-home.html' title='A long way from home...'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-7594769421366131310</id><published>2009-11-20T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:32:26.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdRA24wKbI/AAAAAAAAFEw/to6JZCDi4Bw/s1600/1108091511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdRA24wKbI/AAAAAAAAFEw/to6JZCDi4Bw/s320/1108091511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378952856971698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Learning how to dance the Hoedown Showdown on a lazy Sunday Afternoon in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3234940323942727980-7594769421366131310?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7594769421366131310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-at-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/7594769421366131310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/7594769421366131310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-at-park.html' title='Fun at the Park'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdRA24wKbI/AAAAAAAAFEw/to6JZCDi4Bw/s72-c/1108091511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-2737840545354586554</id><published>2009-11-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:24:38.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward starts turning to friendships...</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty good lately. I have recently started hanging out with some kids that live on the same street as me. The first time we hung out we threw my glow in the dark frisbee I got from a friend in High School. Then their grandmother needed help racking up the leaves that were on the driveway at the vacant lot next door to them. We had a good little chat.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then the next time we hung out I awkwardly knocked on their front door. Then I saw the familiar faces through the window as they screamed, ¨Brittany`s here!¨ We played frisbee again even though we couldn´t see cause it was dark and it ended up getting stuck on the neighbor`s roof so that was the end of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today we went to the neighborhood library and looked at some books. We didn´t have much time there till it closed. Brandon the 6 year old read a book to me. I am hoping I will get a chance to take them to the library again. At times I still feel out of place and wonder if I am in the right place. I have enjoyed awkwardly meeting people on my street and have been surprised at how easy it has been to build trust with them. I hope these relationships grow deeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-2737840545354586554?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2737840545354586554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/awkward-starts-turning-to-friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2737840545354586554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2737840545354586554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/awkward-starts-turning-to-friendships.html' title='Awkward starts turning to friendships...'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-2086807568021035230</id><published>2009-11-05T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:41:18.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Wise...</title><content type='html'>Things I learned from, Michael Wise, a 62 year old man I met on my run today:&lt;div&gt;--You can´t have a thanksgiving meal without chitilins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I am going to marry a man named Richard or James. Then he proceeds to guess names of people in my family.... Howard, James, Susan.... he didn´t guess any name correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Diane should name her baby after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to remember this conversation for a while. Mainly for my benefit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-2086807568021035230?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2086807568021035230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2086807568021035230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2086807568021035230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/michael-wise.html' title='Michael Wise...'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-2270076731173094874</id><published>2009-11-03T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:35:40.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle with my race</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I moved into an inner-city neighborhood in downtown Atlanta. It is different from anywhere I have lived in the States. When I ride my bike or walk around the neighborhood it brings back memories of when I lived in Quito, Ecuador. I don`t know if it because of the stares I get, the poverty I see or the random interactions/conversations I have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have enjoyed being the minority and having to deal with race and struggle with how growing up white has impacted my life. I am taking a culture class right now and we just finished talking about how race impacts everyones life. Some people have advantages while many have disadvantages.  I never really struggled with race much growing up because I was the majority in many of my roles and activities I was involved in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This link was very interesting for me to look at race in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/race/005_MeMyRaceAndI/005_00-home.htm"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/race/005_MeMyRaceAndI/005_00-home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/race/005_MeMyRaceAndI/005_00-home.htm"&gt;http://blackpeopleloveus.com/&lt;/a&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/3234940323942727980-2270076731173094874?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2270076731173094874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2270076731173094874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2270076731173094874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-what.html' title='Struggle with my race'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-3228450055156351015</id><published>2009-05-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:33:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting to struggle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2611448468_b3b25975a1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;The past couple of weeks I have met with a variety of  people who are have moved to crime ridden inner-city Atlantan  communities to become part of the neighborhood. Not because it was easy or glamorous but because they saw a need and potential to build relationships and provide hope. They also have a light at the end of the tunnel of turning these neighborhoods from a place that is filled with vacant lots and forgotten problems to a place of community and beauty. It has been an interesting journey to talk to various people that have similar dreams but fulfill them in different ways. I am very intrigued and hope to find a place in this. I long to get out of the comfortable suburbs and move to a place that I have to struggle with issues like poverty, crime, prostitution, etc. Not because I think I have the answers but because it will get me out of the comfortable that we strive for. It will cause me to be uncomfortable and struggle with these issues in a different way then if i were to volunteer in a soup kitchen 20 minutes from my apartment once a month. I am not sure what that will look like but I hope I am on my way to my next step. It has been a long journey to get me to this point. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-3228450055156351015?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3228450055156351015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanting-to-struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/3228450055156351015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/3228450055156351015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanting-to-struggle.html' title='Wanting to struggle....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-500857298566327875</id><published>2009-04-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:37:31.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a voice.. love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNJwBaYAtcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNJwBaYAtcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-500857298566327875?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/500857298566327875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-voice-love-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/500857298566327875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/500857298566327875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-voice-love-it.html' title='What a voice.. love it'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-5432665039070868277</id><published>2009-04-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:15:41.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Learning obedience and reliance on God.</title><content type='html'>I finished my second 10K race today! It felt really good when I was finished. I enjoy racing and hope I continue this new hobby up. Right now I kind of prefer running by myself cause I can spend time thinking and praying and don`t have to talk to anyone else. Today, my goal in running was to finish and to spend time giving my future to the Lord. I will hear on Friday, May 1st if I will be moving to California. If I did that my whole life would change. It has been very difficult to be patient. This run was to help me give that to him and rely on his strength to get me through. It was very good to have that time to give it up to him. During this race when I wanted to stop or slow down I would turn my palms up to God and pray and give it to him. In my head it was kind of like fasting. I was giving up my physical comfort as physical sign of my obedience and reliance on Him.  I have also been struggling with my insecurities and so for a good 4 miles I was saying to myself, ¨ I am accepted and belong¨ off and on. (In referring to God accepting me and I belong to him.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-5432665039070868277?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5432665039070868277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-obedience-and-reliance-on-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5432665039070868277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5432665039070868277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-obedience-and-reliance-on-god.html' title='.Learning obedience and reliance on God.'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-1093941405891961077</id><published>2009-04-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:29:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejecting Satan's lies and claiming Christ's truths....</title><content type='html'>In learning from recent relationships and future possible plans I have had to learn patience. I have had to rely more on the Lord. I have also had a lot of time to reflect on things. I have realized that for the most part this year has been pretty good. I have had some difficult moments but overall I have been truely blessed. My roommate on the other hand has had a very difficult year and has had to deal with so much. In a way I have felt guilty cause I have had it pretty chill for a while. God has continued to bless me but I have been becoming more skeptical cause I feel like things have been going too good and I am just waiting for something bad to happen. This is such a bad way to view things. God doesn't allow things to happen to me based on my behavior or the things I do. I just recently realized why I have been worried that things I have been excited about won't happen because i fear i am due for disappointment. Such a lie. I am hoping that through realizing this i can shift this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On thinking about my past friendships I am realizing some lies that I have allowed Satan to use in order to keep me distant, isolated and burdened. I have realized that I have struggled a lot with not feeling intelligent and feel as though my opinion isn`t a valid or right based on comments that people have made to me in the past. Even though they may have not ment it, I have allowed it to define how I view myself. I can see how this lie has allowed me to keep my opinions to myself or  cause me to feel as though I can't add to intelligent conversations. This insecurtiy causes me to get tongue tied. i have been believing this lie and it is one reason why I am hesistant to do grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don`t and haven´t fit in a lot through the years for numerous reasons. Recently this is evident in my love and embrace for the Spanish language and latino community. Many of my friends are not as actively open to new cultures or have problems when I have my GPS in Spanish or listen to Latino music when they are in the car with me. When they make comments it is hard for me to not take it personally and view it as them rejecting something that is very close to my heart. Again I now realize that I dont feel accepted or understood and this creates unnecessary burden and isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I also realized that I haven`t learned how to embrace my beauty inside and out. I am consistently looking for others to affirm these qualities in me.  To see myself through my creators eyes is something I have failed to do lately. I have been defining my worth through things I do or how others view me. I have also allowed Satan to make me feel as though the reason I am still single is because I am not attractive to the opposite sex or that something is wrong with me. I am choosing to refuse these thoughts and replace them with how my creator defines my worth and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   These realizations are very freeing hence why I took the time to write them. In realizing these lies that I have believed for so long, I am learning to reject these thoughts when they enter my head and replace them with truths that I can claim through Christ. I am learning to allow him to define my worth and identity and not my insecurities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-1093941405891961077?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1093941405891961077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/rejecting-satans-lies-and-claiming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1093941405891961077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1093941405891961077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/rejecting-satans-lies-and-claiming.html' title='Rejecting Satan&apos;s lies and claiming Christ&apos;s truths....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-5520419769671248923</id><published>2009-04-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:38:03.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons I have learned....</title><content type='html'>My good friend Lauren and I have been sitting on skype not really talking but just thinking. She suggested to start making a list of the life lessons I have been learning of the past couple of years. Here is a list of the major one`s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take risks even though you have don`t know the result. Whatever happens you will look back and learn from that experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow God to provide for you and look for that provision daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear desperate thoughts you can be certain those thoughts are not from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t say things that you think others want you to say. Say your thoughts and opinions with confidence. It is okay to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak truth into people`s lives; affirming their character and qualities in time of need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t be afraid to ask questions. It is a sign of wisdom not of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t be afraid to voice how you feel in a relationship. You will never look back and wonder what could have been. If the person doesn`t feel the same you aren`t being rejected. It isn`t a reflection on your quality as a human or your worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace silence and stillness. You don`t need the radio or internet. It is ok to not be entertained. Sitting still is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I have learned more things but at the moment I am not aware. I have enjoyed reflecting on these things and need to remember to do this every couply of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-5520419769671248923?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5520419769671248923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-lessons-i-have-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5520419769671248923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/5520419769671248923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-lessons-i-have-learned.html' title='Life Lessons I have learned....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-3278657886118437860</id><published>2009-04-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:48:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Patience (pā-shəns) is the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset; or exhibiting forbearance when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been difficult in learning patience when it comes to future decisions and relationships. That waiting, not having control and not knowing what will happen is something I am not good with. It is hard to not focus on the future and to just enjoy where you are. In trying to calm my thoughts down I was looking through my journal at old sermon notes and thoughts. There has been two quotes that have helped me not to feel overwhelmed and drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's voice is never frantic, when you hear desperate thoughts you can know that it is not God speaking. You can wait in confident humility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the moments of worry, we forget God's past faithfulness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this worry and burden is not something from God. It is me not trusting in who God says that he is and who I know him to be. Whatever happens God is still God and I am still His. Nothing can take that away and that also gives me peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-3278657886118437860?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3278657886118437860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/3278657886118437860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/3278657886118437860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-1751342933035332898</id><published>2009-04-05T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:02:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Known, vulnerable and humbled</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my first visit to Fresno. This past week has been crazy, a lot has happened. I hung out with a couple of my close friends growing up. Then I flew to Fresno to get a glimpse of what my life could look like in the future. Then I hung out with my sisters and caught up with them. &lt;div&gt;It was really refreshing to be around people that know me. A place where I am known and don`t have to worry about how to act or what to wear. People who have known  me all of my life. It is also draining to be around those people cause I haven`t been around my close girlfriends and just my sisters in a long time; there is a lot of talking that is involved. I hope that this next week when I go home I can continue to hang out with close friends and be surrounded by familiar faces. It is hard living in a city of strangers with few familiar faces. It has been good but sometimes lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am struggling with the unknown future. I feel like it is time to begin something new. There is this ministry in Fresno, CA that I feel a ton of peace about doing next year. Things have kind of fell into place and I can see how God has been changing my heart to prepare me for something like this. I am just worried that if it doesn`t work out that I will have many questions for God about how I misunderstood the peace and confirmation. I feel like through this process of deciding to pursue this path I have been humbled. challanged and vulnerable. I know it has caused me to grow in ways I wouldn`t have otherwise. It has allowed me to see and desire to live in the states for now.  I am just not good at waiting. &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/3234940323942727980-1751342933035332898?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1751342933035332898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-known-vulnerable-and-humbled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1751342933035332898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1751342933035332898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-known-vulnerable-and-humbled.html' title='Being Known, vulnerable and humbled'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-7987159363121021157</id><published>2009-02-16T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:32:56.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am off of work today. I have this long list of things to accomplish today. That is why I find my-self here, procrastinating. It is funny how the weeks where I get a day off always end up feeling like the longest. I think it is because my normal routine is messed up which adds a different kind of stress. That is why I would much rather have it be a surprise like in the form of a snow day. The likelihood of that happening is very slim which makes it even more special. &lt;div&gt;      This weekend I did start a Family Blog with my immediate family. My sister´s actually came up with it; I just initiated it. It seems like a fun idea. It is amazing how many things on my to-do list involve the computer such as: ordering pictures to send to a friend, mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.foundshit.com/pictures/funny/lazy-dog-walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;ing a family blog, emailing friends, paying credit cards, looking up recipes etc. Yesterday, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sat for hours being productive with out moving. I guess it just amazes me how many things you can do on-line. The things I procrastinate doing are things I have to get up and do. How lazy am I? I can run in a 10K willingly but put off cleaning my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-7987159363121021157?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7987159363121021157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-morning-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/7987159363121021157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/7987159363121021157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-morning-thoughts.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-3215877252140244046</id><published>2009-02-01T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:44:13.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Esau Noel...</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that lives in Antigua, Guatemala that I met when I was doing Language school a couple of years ago. We still keep in touch through email. A couple of months ago he emailed and told me he was starting to build a his own house. This is such a cool but foreign concept to me. It kind of makes me sad that I don`t know how to do that. It must be so freeing to get some land and just start building your house. Even if it ends up being small with lots of character (flaws) you have the satisfaction in knowing that it was all done by you. I am also really bummed that the random chance that I get lost in the jungle/forest/desert/mountains that I would have no idea how to survive. But am I going to do anything to change that and learn how. Probably not. That bums me out too. Well, on that note...Here are some pictures of his progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEgDq33I/AAAAAAAADk4/-scDMUW49E8/s1600-h/100_0928+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEgDq33I/AAAAAAAADk4/-scDMUW49E8/s200/100_0928+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297947377740210034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEu2YXNI/AAAAAAAADkw/9WoUKta3w0c/s1600-h/100_0938+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEu2YXNI/AAAAAAAADkw/9WoUKta3w0c/s200/100_0938+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297947381711002834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEvHPBgI/AAAAAAAADko/s7Sowql1Me0/s1600-h/100_0961+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEvHPBgI/AAAAAAAADko/s7Sowql1Me0/s200/100_0961+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297947381781693954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-3215877252140244046?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3215877252140244046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-esau-noel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/3215877252140244046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/3215877252140244046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-esau-noel.html' title='Meet Esau Noel...'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SYYXEgDq33I/AAAAAAAADk4/-scDMUW49E8/s72-c/100_0928+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-510676528973759763</id><published>2009-01-30T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:46:30.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have started to train for a 10K. It was originally going to be a half marathon with some co-workers but due to different reasons I wasn`t going to be able to run in it.&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that when no one knew th&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 482px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/04_02/1marathonG_468x482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;at I was training for a race, I was doing really good with running and working out. After I told some family and friends and heard their reactions I have gotten lazier in it. I think after hearing their reactions I have kind of psyched myself out. Some how since telling people, it has become a much harder goal even though I know I can run that much. Because to most of them, that isn`t something they think they could do and it makes me questions my ability. &lt;br /&gt;   I think that is one reason why I tend to keep things to myself cause then I don`t let other peoples opinions dilute what I want to do or what I think I should do especially when it goes against the norm or is a difficult task. For example, when I decided to work as a housekeeper for a summer. When I decided to visit a friend by myself in Mexico City. When I decided to attend language school in another country by myself. Moving to Atlanta where I had no family, friends or connections.&lt;br /&gt;   I do care about getting other people`s opinions on things. I think that is something you should do to put things in perspective and to see the reality of what you want to do. The flip side of that is sometimes people can belittle your dreams or goals because they don`t see it the way you do or they  don`t see value in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-510676528973759763?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/510676528973759763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-started-to-train-for-10k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/510676528973759763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/510676528973759763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-started-to-train-for-10k.html' title=''/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-1330519822039975681</id><published>2009-01-24T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:22:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we go again...</title><content type='html'>Well, this week at work I had a second grader ask, ¨Ms. Harris can I have your phone number?¨I just laughed and said no. If you have to say Ms. before someone`s name that is probably a good indicator that it is inappropriate to ask for their phone number. Some of the other teachers got a big laugh out of it though... Especially because a couple of days before a different boy approached me in the parking lot to ask the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-1330519822039975681?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1330519822039975681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1330519822039975681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/1330519822039975681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-here-we-go-again.html' title='And here we go again...'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234940323942727980.post-2499541414775879296</id><published>2009-01-19T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:31:41.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK Day- A day of wishful thinking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/screech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/screech.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my first entry. My friend Lauren said that she thinks I would be a good blogger. Not sure exactly why, but I am going to give it a go. Well, today was MLK Day and I was off from work. I went to Panera Bread to hang out and get some studying done. After shopping, I walked to my car to get my backpack before going to Panera Bread.&lt;br /&gt;    As I stood at my car, a middle school boy approaches me with his phone ready. I thought he was just texting and walked to the wrong car. He then proceeds to boldly ask me for my phone number. He says, ¨What are you like in high school or college?¨ I replied with, ¨I am 24 years old.¨ He then laughs, says his friend wanted my number cause he thought I was cute and then walks away to tell his buddies. I felt like I was in middle school again. I still don`t know how I feel about that. I don`t know if I am more weirded out by his boldness to approach someone who he knews was atleast 5 years older then him to ask for a number, or that he actually thought I would give it to him. On my status on facebook I put that a middle school boy asked for my number. Stevito replied with, ¨He must have been celebrating MLK Jr. day - he had a dream today.¨...good one stevito.&lt;br /&gt;   I think this also kind of bugs me cause this isn`t the first time it has happened recently. I was at work helping to administer a national standardized test to the middle schoolers. The teacher had left the room to turn in the tests so I stayed with the kids to supervise. One of the middle school boys raised his hand to ask if I was 12 years old. Then the other week I had some other kids ask if I was a teenager. I know I will be thankful in a couple of years but that isn`t today....Atleast they make entertaining stories....Well, Lauren, there you go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234940323942727980-2499541414775879296?l=brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2499541414775879296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlk-day-day-of-wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2499541414775879296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234940323942727980/posts/default/2499541414775879296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanylynnthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlk-day-day-of-wishful-thinking.html' title='MLK Day- A day of wishful thinking....'/><author><name>LifeThusFar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09644702743595045073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zs_Vy9Kw05c/SwdQU8joX6I/AAAAAAAAFEI/OkYTpCm1uVE/S220/n729660762_2854119_536260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
