<?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-978143924252795789</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:38:46.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom shouts in the streets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-5332255498766428063</id><published>2009-07-21T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:40:45.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>i'm movin' on up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new blog=mariahogan.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978143924252795789-5332255498766428063?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5332255498766428063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=5332255498766428063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/5332255498766428063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/5332255498766428063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-874308912808728757</id><published>2009-05-05T17:26:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:32:41.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huge thunderstorm outside right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think how most people feel when the sun comes out is how i feel when it starts to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so, so close to being down with school and this never ending fashion project, but before it all comes to end, i thought i would show you just a little of what I have been working on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my six illustrations&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SgDDTE2bI7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/qYRzFewqimA/s320/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332476691293610930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cutting out a million pattern pieces&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SgDE7AZ7P7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/uTrBEsDJDnQ/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332478476806733746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the six dresses that i'm finishing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SgDGjQSP0OI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jEU5ppbkaP8/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480267775889634" /&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/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SgDGrLRLbZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1MFyD3QYOdU/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480403868183954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm getting really excited to have a finished product and move on to the next thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah know, like a wedding or something. &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: 240px; height: 320px;" 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type='html'>okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lauren&lt;/span&gt; just linked up my blog in one of her posts and I got a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; that I had nothing new. so, in honor of her bridesmaid dress search, I thought I would put a little something together.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/Se5HT5dJRMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RMxZ66rqTxg/s320/WEDDINGBOARD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327273816392025282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a maria and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt; wedding board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a quick home stretch countdown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 days until Allie’s Bridal Shower.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10 days until my final critique. amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;17 days until Lauren's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;18 days until the Jury Show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and 18 days until Charleston trip for Emily’s graduation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;25 days until the Fashion Show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;32 days until my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;savannah&lt;/span&gt; bridal shower.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;37 days until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt;’s movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;39 days until my graduation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;46 days until the wedding!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;47 days until my mystery honeymoon!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WOO HOOO!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&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/978143924252795789-5377685827849906207?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5377685827849906207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=5377685827849906207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/5377685827849906207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/5377685827849906207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/04/46-days.html' title='46 days'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/Se5HT5dJRMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RMxZ66rqTxg/s72-c/WEDDINGBOARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-1283772226719740653</id><published>2009-03-16T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:53:36.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two blogs in two weeks</title><content type='html'>watch out, i just might become a regular. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kind of have a confession to make. i think maybe i just have had a really hard time blogging, because i am just not really sure how to do it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just bear with me here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had two different types of blogs, one, from two summers ago when everything i wrote was deeply insightful and reflective and now, where i just post some pictures once every few months and it seems a little pointless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not really sure how to find the in between and to tell the truth its a little discouraging to read old blogs where it seems like every day i had made new discoveries, grown in different ways, or had some wonderful revelation. although i'm not saying  it wasn't authentic or true to where i was at the time, i just think the perspective that i have and the person that i am is a lot different now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me explain. jared set up a blog for me at the end of the school year, two years ago, right before i flew off to france. it was so i could write about what was going on there and also so i could join him in the blog world. it just so happened, though, that we broke up that next week, the same week that i ended up in a tiny, remote French town, secluded, virtually away from all comfort of family and friends, and left with nothing but time for reflecting. it was great and hard and completely &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hosea%202&amp;amp;version=47"&gt;Hosea 2&lt;/a&gt; coming alive for me, but it is such a different life than my life right now. not any bit better, just different. i think i forget that when i read over those blogs sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forget that, because sometimes i wonder why i don't write so regularly and freely as i used to and why i don't always have wise and profound things pouring out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;france and the rest of the time that jared and i were apart seemed like it was a time when i was making huge leaps and bounds in growth. and while there was, and i would never discredit or dishonor the God who drew that out of me, i just don't think i really had any test of that growth in the middle of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my time was for me. all reflection was on my relationship with God and me. all thoughts were on me and my growth with God. and oh, how He knew I needed that then, but that's just sort of where it stayed, me and Him, me and Him, me and Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't really have many relationships that needed time and love and attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't really have much work and school that made me budget out my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had hardly no commitments that required anything from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although that time is so precious to me and was so needed, it was sort of a selfish time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just so funny how much more honest ( and therefore not as wonderful and holy ) my perspective of my self is with jared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that time when i was alone didn't make me think i was perfect, but as soon as i learned something i checked it off the list and moved on. got one lesson down, moving on to the next, and so on and so on and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't have someone there that let me know maybe i didn't really have that lesson down as well as i thought, because they could see the ways in which things weren't changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't have someone that let me know that they got hurt when i sinned against them the say way the next day and the next day and the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't have someone that called my bs when i pretended that i had mastered a certain wound, or sin, or was free of all shortcomings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, its not fun to fight about things, but i will only always agree with myself.  i'm never going to argue and fully challenge myself to think about something truthfully on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, it's nice to have a holy, wonderful, do-no-wrong perspective of myself, but that is so far from the truth. and teaches me nothing about of my real, deep need for a Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sometimes, its hard for me to write, but sometimes, i just need to learn that being in a relationship, and very soon entering into a marriage, means that while there still may be times of fast, rapid growth, a lot of it is hard and slow and takes trying fresh every new day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for me, and for you, too, jared, know this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may not spend whole days sitting and reflecting at home or reading my bible at the park or writing about huge, wonderful revelations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but know this, its the days spent with you, the conversations we have, the things we have to work through that draw me closer to holiness than any of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its working through the sin and selfishness that we both have that makes it so much more hard and so much more real and so much more worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love you a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978143924252795789-1283772226719740653?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/1283772226719740653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=1283772226719740653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/1283772226719740653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/1283772226719740653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-blogs-in-two-weeks.html' title='two blogs in two weeks'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-9116261305613883872</id><published>2009-03-06T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:19:32.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just because you keep harassing me to write a new blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am unoffically done with school for this quarter. i had my last critique for this quarter and i now have two weeks of done time. i have so been looking forward to this. there hasn't been much of a balance lately with school life and real life, so i am excited to have a little breather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jared has his bachelor party tonight. they are having it early, because chris will be in france next quarter and he didn't want him to miss out. they are playing four square and dodgeball all night and i can't even tell you how excited he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't watch movie a whole lot (much to jared's dismay), but i decided tonight was a movie/ couch/ catching up on email night, so i am watching "a good year.' nothing special, but its filmed in the same town in france that i spent a few summer ago in. it's weird to watch a movie filmed in another country and recognize the streets they walk down. i always tell jared that we are old and have a town of extra cash laying around (...right), i am going to take him there, because it's the prettiest place in the world. although sort of a big dream, i will get back there one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that jared and i are getting married three months from today is becoming really real now. we've got a lot of things done, but we still have a lot more to do, so that's what i am doing next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three freaking months&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/978143924252795789-9116261305613883872?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/9116261305613883872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=9116261305613883872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/9116261305613883872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/9116261305613883872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-because-you-keep-harassing-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-7668119901250925428</id><published>2009-01-24T14:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:47:12.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>house of love and marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's official. our house is now bursting with love and marriage. my beautiful roommate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got engaged last night, which means our house is going to be a little wedding factory. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flew in last night and i told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we were going to go on a little date that included dinner and a movie.  I had to walk her a little out of the way of the restaurant to get the church where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was waiting, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is pretty darn good with directions, so she literally stood in the middle of the street as i tried to tell her the restaurant was in the opposite way. Finally she caught a glimpse of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; standing up there and and ran over there, but for a few moments, i thought i might have to drag her by the hand in that direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better than that thought, was the night before they got engaged when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; a message meant to go to a friend, that said he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;was going to surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; the next night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; called me in a panic and in turn called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt; in a panic. luckily, by some true divine arrangement, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; was at the gym with all her stuff in a locker. so since i was too far away, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt; came to the rescue and here's the next sequence of events: called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt; in a panic, he snuck into the gym, went through every locker as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out all the people there, called me to tell me how sketchy he looked and he couldn't find it, when he couldn't find it hid behind a wall and called one of the staff over, had them buzz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;leah&lt;/span&gt;, a teammate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; was working out with, hid behind the wall still and told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;leah&lt;/span&gt; to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;allie's&lt;/span&gt; phone, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;allie's&lt;/span&gt; phone and deleted all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her text messages, put phone back and left victorious, without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; knowing a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how impressive is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of my handsome fiance i thought i would tell you some other impressive things about him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. he dominates at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dodgeball&lt;/span&gt; and foursquare. which is probably why he wants to have a huge tournament for his bachelor party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's some proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuBzceuUII/AAAAAAAAAWw/-i4h4-nVaAE/s320/jareddodgeball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294968507722518658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. he is the absolutely the most creative person ever. in just about everything he does. whether its &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user460645/videos"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt;, music choices, gift ideas, date nights, &lt;a href="http://franticbarehands.tumblr.com/page/3"&gt;our engagement&lt;/a&gt;, pretty much anything. oh yeah, and in clothing choice. &lt;/div&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/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuNIYFr3eI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SmBJ5j7Gup8/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294980961948917218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, so maybe this was for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;younglife&lt;/span&gt; valentine's day party. but come on, who else could pull this off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. he's an eternal optimist, sometimes frustratingly so, since i can sometimes be much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pessimistic, but i love it. he's just a really big dreamer and doesn't limit his dreams for himself or for us based on our own fears of limitations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. he is the greatest encourager of me, my work, and my heart. i can be way too self critical and like any girl can believe a lot of lies about myself, but he always makes sure that i know that's not okay and always speaks the truth into where i am doubtful and really makes me believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. he is more generous with his resources and stuff than anyone i know. who else buys and surprises their sister with a brand new computer in the mail? even if she is the greatest sister ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. he makes the best sandwiches ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. and the most important, he is kind of a hottie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll leave you with these (taken by the talented raychel mendez):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuTqT6D43I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vjvRkcOXWp0/s320/jareandihouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988142011736946" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuTqfTjz2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/jfC-faBj2-w/s320/n1207173468_282539_1404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988145071476578" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuTqOKWWJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wfoFclyk1jw/s320/n1207173468_281810_2158-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988140469442706" /&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;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuTqUPsQLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZjnlVFI9aoY/s320/n1207173468_285332_7530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988142102462642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations Zach and Allie!!!! I love you and couldn't be more happy to do this alongside anyone else. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978143924252795789-7668119901250925428?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/7668119901250925428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=7668119901250925428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/7668119901250925428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/7668119901250925428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-of-love-and-marriage.html' title='house of love and marriage'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SXuBzceuUII/AAAAAAAAAWw/-i4h4-nVaAE/s72-c/jareddodgeball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-879862246224466136</id><published>2008-12-06T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:51:06.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas decorations</title><content type='html'>okay, okay, i have been meaning to write in this for a really long time and i will, but for right now when i have only a few minutes before dinner, i will leave you with this. &lt;div&gt;i'm home (in florida) now for break and since we don't get much or really any change of seasons down here, people go a little crazy with their outdoor christmas decorations. don't get me wrong, i LOVE everything about christmas and all the holiday that surrounds it, but i just don't really understand the need to cover your lawn with blow-up snowmen, tacky lights and a plastic Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. Anyways, we have new neighbors next door that don't seem to feel the same way. I've watched over the last week as they have added more and more to their yard and I have to admit, I do enjoy seeing it as i round the corner to come home. tonight though, my little brother, teddy, rode his bike home from a friends and told me i had to come outside. the neighbors had made a new addition....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lights that blink in coordination to christmas songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, their light-up candy cane fence and all the lights on the house and in the yard, blink on and off to the tempo of the song that is blasting from a speaker somewhere in their yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that just took this all to a whole other level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978143924252795789-879862246224466136?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-4721943902603871832</id><published>2008-10-25T16:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:15:46.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing</title><content type='html'>oh wait. one more thing i wanted to do. &lt;div&gt;i have been favoriting about a million things a day on etsy lately, so i'v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e compiled my favorites of my favorites. so here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQPsCBgIL7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/2T30nqmFzsg/s1600-h/il_430xN.42084798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQPsCBgIL7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/2T30nqmFzsg/s320/il_430xN.42084798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261308309205954482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think the picture on the left bears some resemblance to jared and i, but he doesn't think so . his response when i showed him a little while ago was, "maria, were not asian." whatever, i still like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQPsBm9zSvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kDJhpYJ-Zrc/s320/il_430xN.41834553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261308302082657010" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQPsBgk-s1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nvLNldJjsWQ/s1600-h/il_430xN.41221724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261189545535569250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQN_c84eqHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jEs1xaeiE8k/s1600-h/il_430xN.35402793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQN_c84eqHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jEs1xaeiE8k/s320/il_430xN.35402793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261188925054953586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maybe i'll just get this and then we can look alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;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;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;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;sunflowers and moleskines. best combo ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQOABgjK1GI/AAAAAAAAAUM/a37T_trPEz8/s320/il_430xN.30524922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261189553104540770" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978143924252795789-4721943902603871832?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/4721943902603871832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=4721943902603871832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/4721943902603871832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/4721943902603871832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQPsCBgIL7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/2T30nqmFzsg/s72-c/il_430xN.42084798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-5421179635452278688</id><published>2008-10-24T20:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:37:20.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bad blogger</title><content type='html'>i'm really trying to be a good blogger, but I just have just been so bad at it lately. and the longer i wait to write something new, the more i feel like it really need to write something impressive and i get somewhat intimidated. &lt;div&gt;it has been so rainy this weekend, but i really love the rain so that's alright by me. &lt;div&gt;we have a new urban outfitters downtown, so jared and i went yesterday. i really wanted to start confidently wearing scarves, but because there is not much occasion to wear them at home in florida, i've never really been a scarf wearer. anyways, i got one yesterday and i really love it. i decided that i want to dye my own scarf, because of this that i made last year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQNJg_0jWAI/AAAAAAAAATk/JxcECnCbsvs/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261129620935366658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is kind of a weird picture of it, but it was a sample for a project from last year that i did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQNNVliZ_qI/AAAAAAAAATs/QS13YNngW-Q/s320/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261133822947884706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a website online, dharma trading company, where you can buy plain white shirts, scarves, bibs, pretty much anything that you would want to dye or embellish. soooo, i ordered some scarves and i think i am going to dye it in the same pattern as above. i don't think i have time to do them right now, but i figured one school was out for break this month, i would have fun doing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school is so crazily insane right now. i'm just really not enjoying it, and i'm having a hard time deciphering how much of it is i just need to push through and how much is that it just really might not be for me. i just don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for tonight it's dinner and go-karting. zach, allie's boyfriend, is in town and i think we are all going to do a little racing and mini golfing. &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/978143924252795789-5421179635452278688?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/5421179635452278688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=5421179635452278688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/5421179635452278688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/5421179635452278688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-blogger.html' title='bad blogger'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SQNJg_0jWAI/AAAAAAAAATk/JxcECnCbsvs/s72-c/IMG_0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-9112625353121455639</id><published>2008-10-09T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:29:28.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this school year. the last 4 weeks have been pretty overwhelming. i'm not very good at not getting consumed with stress. it kind of seems like its either no stress or way too much unhealthy stress. but i'm trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the mean time, i am taking allie and jared home with me this weekend for a big surprise 50th birthday party for my dad. its going to be so great. i have so much work to do this weekend, but i'm just not going to let that get in the way of an amazing weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't really have much to go on right now. i just need to decompress from this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, i am just really thankful for these two people. and for that matter many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for purposes of being a refuge from crazy work loads and maybe even more, from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here we go, look at these two little cuties:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(allie and i now have a collection of really cute aprons in order to try and become more domestic. here is an example of two)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-cinCjI/AAAAAAAAATE/CHiqbUXPQzE/s1600-h/IMG_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-cinCjI/AAAAAAAAATE/CHiqbUXPQzE/s320/IMG_0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255338999117449778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-q8O_8I/AAAAAAAAATM/lxy0s2JrXXE/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-q8O_8I/AAAAAAAAATM/lxy0s2JrXXE/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339002983022530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh and here's wall-e and i at disney world. i just love this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-uuUbGI/AAAAAAAAATU/Mpv7RHUFfCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0786_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-uuUbGI/AAAAAAAAATU/Mpv7RHUFfCQ/s320/IMG_0786_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339003998399586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&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/978143924252795789-9112625353121455639?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/9112625353121455639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=978143924252795789&amp;postID=9112625353121455639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/9112625353121455639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978143924252795789/posts/default/9112625353121455639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700124114370652950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SnbxE6Fru1I/AAAAAAAAAng/KC9TmYEme7M/S220/hogan-bw11-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrPnHAOMIDQ/SO62-cinCjI/AAAAAAAAATE/CHiqbUXPQzE/s72-c/IMG_0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978143924252795789.post-6923076326623924860</id><published>2008-08-27T12:28:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:17:27.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all things new</title><content type='html'>well friends, its way past time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been dragging my feet long enough on switching over and creating a new blog and its now time to actually commit to one. i spend enough time reading other people's blogs, that its only fair that i have one of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really can't believe that we've already come to the end of the summer. i feel like i was just on the other side of this summer, waiting for it to begin, and both fearful and excited for what the summer would hold. some of my thoughts about what this summer would be like came to be, but even more, most of them turned out to be nothing of what i would have expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this summer required discipline and growth of me, of my heart, of my relationships, of everything. im admittedly pretty horrible at both of these things, so its also required a sufficent amount of forgiveness and grace. it hasn't been the most glamorous process, but i have to hold on to the truth in Hebrews 12, that "11 For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.12Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, 13and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just getting a little taste of just what might be that peaceful fruit of righteousness, and its exciting. there are so many exciting things right now, but we'll get to those a little later, when its their time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that, here are a few more things that i discovered this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i have an intense love for wii mario kart. i started off pretty horrible at it, but i am getting better. im also the sorest loser when it comes to this game, which both teddy and jared, but mostly jared, can attest to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. lost is the absolute best show ever. i have watched every single episode this summer except for the last three of the fourth season. so don't say a word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. thanks to jared and i guess mostly the elevation worship band, i have listened to &lt;a href="http://studentpages.scad.edu/~jhogan20/ELEVATION%20WORSHIP/Acoustic%20EP/Great%20Things%20(Acoustic).mp3"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;song about a million times over the last few days. i just love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. my family is crazy. in the absolute best way. i love them and i have loved every minute being home with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more year. one more crazy, stressful, exciting, challenging year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/978143924252795789-6923076326623924860?l=wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisdomshoutsinthestreets.blogspot.com/feeds/6923076326623924860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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