<?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-23308989</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:44:30.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excpetional Learners</title><subtitle type='html'>Resource</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-5765267127239545562</id><published>2007-12-28T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:14:58.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to the New Blog</title><content type='html'>I've decided to retire the blogspot. So go to the new and improved &lt;a href="http://www.carenfog.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.carenfog.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-5765267127239545562?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5765267127239545562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=5765267127239545562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/5765267127239545562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/5765267127239545562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/go-to-new-blog.html' title='Go to the New Blog'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-3544759658498703359</id><published>2007-10-24T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:54:35.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>My new favorite thing is having something that I've written quoted back to me as good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also carving pumpkins, I like those too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-3544759658498703359?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3544759658498703359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=3544759658498703359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/3544759658498703359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/3544759658498703359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-favorite-thing.html' title='My New Favorite Thing'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-3853835374121117414</id><published>2007-10-23T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:13:50.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me in three months!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rx7BFlHd-cI/AAAAAAAAABM/inFBRPNKZrg/s1600-h/newyorksubway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124745727601146306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rx7BFlHd-cI/AAAAAAAAABM/inFBRPNKZrg/s400/newyorksubway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=290107959&amp;amp;size=m&amp;amp;context=set-72157594230080058"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/23308989-3853835374121117414?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3853835374121117414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=3853835374121117414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/3853835374121117414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/3853835374121117414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rx7BFlHd-cI/AAAAAAAAABM/inFBRPNKZrg/s72-c/newyorksubway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-9185870940014144236</id><published>2007-10-23T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:49:15.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Review and Dust on my Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12440000/12447076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12440000/12447076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;They Like Jesus but not the Church&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.dankimball.com/"&gt;Dan Kimball &lt;/a&gt;(who I haven’t really liked since I saw him at the National Youth Workers Convention, however Bill had the book on his desk and I was avoiding doing other things, so…). I did like this book, not really earth shattering for me, but it’s nice to have someone else articulate the things I am feeling. Here are some of my thoughts mixed with Kimball’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Church has to draw us in and allow us to be something we can’t be on our own. Not something we simply attend to or passively absorb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ is the center of the Church (the head of the body if you will) both in dogma AND form. The worship should be an unapologetic gathering of Christians, Christ-followers, or Jesus people, whatever title you prefer. I can’t overemphasis form and means here; they matter tremendously both in the ‘end product’ they create and they culture they communicate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The goal isn’t to get non-Christians to “go to church”, but to participate in the life of the church as a community. Perhaps, we should consider coming worship gatherings as a later step. This means we shouldn’t be gearing the worship gatherings to non-Christians, if that is the only thing we do that we can invite people to participate in we are in trouble. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Church is Jesus! We need to read the gospels a lot more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter note, why does my laptop attract so much dust? I’m sure there is a simply explanation involving electric fields and magnetism… maybe wikipeda has an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-9185870940014144236?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9185870940014144236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=9185870940014144236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/9185870940014144236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/9185870940014144236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/book-review-and-dust-on-my-laptop.html' title='A Book Review and Dust on my Laptop'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-4228219091475369110</id><published>2007-10-11T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:09:19.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditations on The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.sun.com/sdsouza/resource/cmccarthy_theroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="435" alt="" src="http://blogs.sun.com/sdsouza/resource/cmccarthy_theroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going through a lot of fiction lately, the residual effect of three years of forced theological reading. The latest book I read is call &lt;em&gt;The Road&lt;/em&gt; by Cormac McCarthy. The story is about a father and son in a post-apocalyptic America - pretty heavy stuff. I picked it up because it won the &lt;a href="http://www.pulitzer.org/"&gt;Pulitzer Prize&lt;/a&gt; this year. Parts of it are devastating, other parts are painfully hopeful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished it last night and have been thinking about the book since then. In the end it is our love for each other, the goodness at makes us human, that separates us from the tide of chaos that consistently laps at the edge of our civilizations and lives. One of the books nameless characters says to the boy of his father, "She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't forgot who sustains us, who created us, who came to live with us in the world, and who call us to shine like stars. There are things we cannot do, because to do them denies and destroys our very ontology. Sin doesn't just separate us from God, sin separates us from ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, it is the breath of God that fills us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-4228219091475369110?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4228219091475369110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=4228219091475369110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4228219091475369110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4228219091475369110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/meditations-on-road.html' title='Meditations on The Road'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-4468975848567589608</id><published>2007-09-14T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:05:16.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the Gnats!</title><content type='html'>The kitchen is infested with fruit gnats (I'm not sure what their offical name is). As I'm typing this they are hovering about, crawling on the two bana&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Ruqh4swfWVI/AAAAAAAAABE/pGNRpXZqtFU/s1600-h/AroundChicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110074722664536402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Ruqh4swfWVI/AAAAAAAAABE/pGNRpXZqtFU/s320/AroundChicago.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nas and dish of rine wine vinegar and soap meant to both attract and kill them. The picture on right show the current sucessful of the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for Margaret for helping me take the photo and being such a sport about blogging about gnats in her house. On a whole their house is spotless, very clean, no other bugs! I'm not sure how they got in, but they are going out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-4468975848567589608?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4468975848567589608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=4468975848567589608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4468975848567589608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4468975848567589608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/kill-gnats.html' title='Kill the Gnats!'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Ruqh4swfWVI/AAAAAAAAABE/pGNRpXZqtFU/s72-c/AroundChicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-318408624500319229</id><published>2007-09-13T18:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:43:58.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Find Yourself Eating Too Many Milk Duds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lolliesgalore.com/images/milkduds24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is way to much candy in the CCC offices lately. Milk Duds, Kit Kats, M&amp;M - I feel like I'm in Willy &lt;a href="http://www.monsterzine.com/200210/images/milkdudsbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="90" alt="" src="http://www.monsterzine.com/200210/images/milkdudsbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonka's Chocolate Factory - sans chocolate river. Perry especially needs to lay off the Milk Duds, every time I see him he has got a box in his hand. Food is not the answer Perry, if you are stressed out you should just take a swim in the pond, drink more coffee, sneak out of the office and watch a movie tomorrow afternoon with the Leadership Residents (3:10 to Yuma is supposed to be good). And remember you are not the catalyst, the Holy Spirit is the catalyst and the Holy Spirit isn't high in corn syrup and partically hydrogenated soy bean oil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-318408624500319229?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/318408624500319229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=318408624500319229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/318408624500319229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/318408624500319229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-find-yourself-eating-too-many.html' title='If You Find Yourself Eating Too Many Milk Duds...'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-1810618310977426983</id><published>2007-09-09T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:50:14.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First "War Eagle Moment" in Chicago</title><content type='html'>I have had my first Auburn alumni sighting in Chicago on Saturday at the Morton Arboretum. He had on and Auburn hat and the dialogue went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you go to Auburn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Me, too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "War Eagle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "War Eagle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Are you excited about the game tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, it's on ESPN2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "All right, War Eagle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about that horrible atrocity of a game. It's good to know that the Auburn Spirit is alive and well, even in a place so far from the loveliest village on the plain. It's also good to know that those "War Eagle Moment" commericals the school does really do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/RuShcxKyyXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HgXDe5Hf1AQ/s1600-h/AroundChicago+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108385392952002930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/RuShcxKyyXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HgXDe5Hf1AQ/s320/AroundChicago+003.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm including this picture from the Arboretum. It was beautiful! Though the mosquitos were life-threatening. Repeat after me: no West Nile virus, no West Nile virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Sher for bringing me along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-1810618310977426983?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1810618310977426983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=1810618310977426983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/1810618310977426983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/1810618310977426983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/trip-to-morton-arboretum-offers.html' title='My First &quot;War Eagle Moment&quot; in Chicago'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/RuShcxKyyXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HgXDe5Hf1AQ/s72-c/AroundChicago+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-1404164757276133932</id><published>2007-09-06T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:53:22.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Periwinkle Blue</title><content type='html'>I went running today. I'm learning to go running instead of the variety of less healthy methods of dealing I tend to do when frustrated or anxious (shopping, eating, reading). I laid down in the grass afterward and looked at the sky, it was that periwinkle blue of earliest evening - the same color as the ceiling of my room at home. I loved that room, always so bright and sunny and Raffles (my dog) sleeping in the corner. It's amazing how a smell, color, or song can take us back in time, fill us with memories so strong it is like one of those daydream sequences in a movie. I wish I could go back to 15 or 18 year-old me and offer advice, some comfort. At least some stock tips and to wait to buy the iPhone after the price went down (I can't afford an iPhone, before or after the price change, so maybe that doesn't matter so much). It's memories like that, remembering who I was before, rembering how far God has brought me, wondering what 30 year-old me would want to say, that keep me going, that and the running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-1404164757276133932?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1404164757276133932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=1404164757276133932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/1404164757276133932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/1404164757276133932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/periwinkle-blue.html' title='Periwinkle Blue'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-9176908665341716781</id><published>2007-09-06T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:33:00.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caren's Thoughts on Illinois License Plates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;People in Illinois are crazy about their personalized license plates. I think that they cost the same as the random ones so everyone and the brother as "NO EZWAY," "METCALF 1" (there is no Metcalf 2, I asked) or whatever seven digit statement they can come up with proudly &lt;a href="http://billslater.com/wfs_with_OBAMA_tag_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://billslater.com/wfs_with_OBAMA_tag_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;displayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are like tattoos for cars. You might regret it later, (what happens if Hillary wins? Poor OBAMA license plate guy!)but you'll never mistake your white minivan for anyone else's every again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-9176908665341716781?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9176908665341716781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=9176908665341716781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/9176908665341716781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/9176908665341716781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/carens-thoughts-on-illinois-license.html' title='Caren&apos;s Thoughts on Illinois License Plates'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-6741415576378762216</id><published>2007-08-31T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:43:51.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Movie Inconveniences Me</title><content type='html'>The next instalment of the Batman series is being filmed in downtown Chicago right now an&lt;a href="http://polaris.umuc.edu/~vrau/images/BatmanIntro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="116" alt="" src="http://polaris.umuc.edu/~vrau/images/BatmanIntro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d I'm sick of it! Twice now I have not been allowed to walk down the street because of some "dangerous scene" taking place. This Saturday after going to the House of Blues, Megan and I were walking around and decided to go see Navy Pier... and we couldn't! Why? Because of a low flying helicopter stunt (okay that does actually sound dangerous). And a few weeks ago I had to go the long way to Union Station because of a bunch of GPD (Gotham Police Department) cars were driving around. When will the madness end???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-6741415576378762216?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6741415576378762216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=6741415576378762216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/6741415576378762216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/6741415576378762216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/batman-movie-inconveniences-me.html' title='Batman Movie Inconveniences Me'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-4860447290029706181</id><published>2007-08-28T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:01:25.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoos, Blues, and Cardboard Boats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/keepingcool/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="196" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/keepingcool/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone out there is dying to here what I did this past weekend, so are you ready?? I went to the Brookfield Zoo, the House of Blues, and, along with the other Leadership Residents, David and Aaron, jugded the Stuco cardboard boat race in the retention pond outside CCC. How about that for a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo was great! We saw polar bears, gorillas, otters, hippos, monkeys, alligators, penguins, fish of various sizes and types, rhinos...The animals were so entertaining. I saw John Wasem Jr. at the House of Blues, and he does a great live show. The cardboard boat race was hysterical. Some kids put a lot of time into it, others just covered a box with duct tape. And then they got into the goose poop filled pond - yuck! Just a sampling of the interesting thing to be done in the Chicagoland area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-4860447290029706181?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4860447290029706181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=4860447290029706181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4860447290029706181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4860447290029706181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/zoos-blues-and-cardboard-boats.html' title='Zoos, Blues, and Cardboard Boats'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-6113451635282923165</id><published>2007-08-22T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:50:30.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You!</title><content type='html'>Having recently moved far away from everyone I care about, I was thinking about what it means to miss someone. What is it about close proximity that heals the hole in our hearts that distance creates? Talking on the phone, seeing pictures and video, it all helps but nothing is the same as standing face to face, the same as hugs and kisses. So much of who we are is wrapped up in that need for closeness, both physical and emotional. Even as I create friendships here, my thoughts are often with leaving for New York, or with people back in Tennessee, Georgia and Alabama (even Idaho). Why do I get to meet amazing people where ever I go, only to have to say goodbye? It's hard to be fully present here knowing I'll be saying goodbye in a few months. How am I supposed to keep doing this for an entire year? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arghhhh&lt;/span&gt;!! God is using this, I will be stronger, more loving, more pastoral, more of who I'm meant to be. Wow, this blog was kind of a downer, but it was very cathartic. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-6113451635282923165?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6113451635282923165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=6113451635282923165' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/6113451635282923165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/6113451635282923165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You!'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-4555311015336063025</id><published>2007-08-17T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:08:35.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Office work?  Oxymoron?</title><content type='html'>I am currently getting no work done.  Once again proving that the office is not the most efficent place to be.  What I have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched three youtube videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk to people (which could count as ministry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch people shop for fabric online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write in my blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;discuss the virtues of pleather furniture (Charissa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David mentioned "beaniebabies" a lot in order to make the list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, maybe I should leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-4555311015336063025?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4555311015336063025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=4555311015336063025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4555311015336063025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/4555311015336063025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/office-work-oxymoron.html' title='Office work?  Oxymoron?'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-3284698197497485349</id><published>2007-08-06T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:02:16.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Leave Tofu in Your Car Overnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we had a girls' night out beginning with dinner at my new favorite restaurant, Joy Yee. I had a dish called, "Japanese tofu and two mushrooms" (exactly what it sounds like, in fact, you can see it at the bottom of the lower picture) at it was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;! After more food than any of us could eat, we headed over to the movie theater to watch &lt;em&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/em&gt;, a satisfying but depressing story of Jane Austen's early years, as imagined by Hollywood writers. The guy that played the lead was also in &lt;em&gt;The&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/RrfeVYr7WMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TP6TRIuecuk/s1600-h/CCC+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785962378320066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/RrfeVYr7WMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TP6TRIuecuk/s200/CCC+010.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last King of Scotland&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; which seems like pretty big genre leaps, but he manages to act has convincingly in all three: a faun, a naive Scottish doctor in Uganda, and a lovesick 19th century law student (with a British accent everything sounds good). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rrfftor7WOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_60ZE3MyGXk/s1600-h/CCC+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095787478501775586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rrfftor7WOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_60ZE3MyGXk/s200/CCC+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the title of this entry. I forgot my leftover in the backseat of my car. It now reeks of garlic, mushrooms and tofu. It has been raining consistently so I can't put down my windows. I'm going to try putting drier sheets in the car tomorrow and hopefully that will help. If not, I can always leave a banana in the car, those always seem to overpower anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-3284698197497485349?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3284698197497485349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=3284698197497485349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/3284698197497485349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/3284698197497485349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-leave-tofu-in-your-car-overnight.html' title='Don&apos;t Leave Tofu in Your Car Overnight'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/RrfeVYr7WMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TP6TRIuecuk/s72-c/CCC+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-8174602360993509670</id><published>2007-08-04T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:06:47.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What Assuming Does...</title><content type='html'>I wonder how much of the world's problems are cause by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt; or simply different expectations.  What for one person is the most important thing in life, can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inconsequential&lt;/span&gt; to another.  What happens when those people interact, when they have to depend on one another? Someone gets hurt, someone gets blamed and neither side understands the other.  I'm going through a bizarre situation like this, and while I can't go into detail, it is so frustrating to be misunderstood, to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assumptions&lt;/span&gt; made about you that aren't true.  My priorities are in one place and theirs are in another and I guess I just have to leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-8174602360993509670?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8174602360993509670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=8174602360993509670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/8174602360993509670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/8174602360993509670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-what-assuming-does.html' title='You Know What Assuming Does...'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-1277361570148962028</id><published>2007-08-02T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:25:31.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DuPage Demolition Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chicagopublicradio.org/images/848/20050817demolitionsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="121" alt="" src="http://www.chicagopublicradio.org/images/848/20050817demolitionsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday night I went with some friends from CCC to the DuPage County Fair. It was reassuring to know that county fairs are the same all over the country. I could have easily been in Guyton, Georgia or Montgomery, Alabama as I was in Wheaton, Illinois. The food is the same, so are the booths selling t-shirts with dragons and scantily clad women, the plethora of goats, and the inordinate amount of people wearing cowboy hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main attraction at the fair that night was the SOLD OUT demolition derby. That's right, people living in the suburbs of Chicago will pack out a high school-sized stadium to watch cars smash into each other... and now I can see why. That series of slow speed accidents was memorizing, pack with suspense. Which car will survive the longest? Is the liquid leaking out of the front flammable? All this is to say, if a demolition derby comes to town, put on your cowboy hat, grab the goat and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-1277361570148962028?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1277361570148962028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=1277361570148962028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/1277361570148962028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/1277361570148962028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/dupage-demolition-derby.html' title='DuPage Demolition Derby'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-9140234215903530185</id><published>2007-07-25T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:50:29.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Bear 2: Secret Bear Plot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oscarguy.com/Reviews/2006/Brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.oscarguy.com/Reviews/2006/Brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPOILER ALERT. Warning this blog contains spoilers for &lt;em&gt;Brother Bear 2&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched Brother Bear 2 the other day because the adorable children that I live with asked me too. Not a movie I’d recommend, the animation was nothing special and plot was painfully transparent to any veteran of the Disney genre (and I am thank you Aladdin and the Lion King). The main female character, a human, chooses to become a bear to live, assumably, happily ever after with her true love, another bear-turned-human. Why would anyone in her right mind choose to become a bear? Everyone knows that according to Steven Colbert that bears are the number one threat to us today. This is obviously a thinly veiled bear plot to lulled our children in to a false sense of security. Beware!&lt;/p&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/23308989-9140234215903530185?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9140234215903530185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=9140234215903530185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/9140234215903530185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/9140234215903530185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/brother-bear-2-secret-bear-plot.html' title='Brother Bear 2: Secret Bear Plot!'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-8829552319736459488</id><published>2007-07-03T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:13:26.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rop7awypuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7mr4j66cpI4/s1600-h/Chicago+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010829145192722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rop7awypuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7mr4j66cpI4/s320/Chicago+022.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where can you find perogis, goat in coconut sauce, pizza, ribs, ice cream, frozen bananas, gyros, John Meyer, Kenny Rogers (Kenny Rogers look-a-likes) and the Budweiser horses all in one place? Taste of Chicago!! I went yesterday and it was awesome! The weather was great, the food was good and the crowds weren't too bad. It was a great place to people-watch. We walked all around t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rop7oQypuSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8Cs_Ns25DGI/s1600-h/Chicago+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083011061073426722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rop7oQypuSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8Cs_Ns25DGI/s320/Chicago+017.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he lake shore, saw the planetarium and aquarium, lots of yachts and goofly dressed people. Chicago is such an interesting and beautiful city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/23308989-8829552319736459488?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8829552319736459488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=8829552319736459488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/8829552319736459488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/8829552319736459488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/taste-of-chicago.html' title='Taste of Chicago'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bgI7a2d5HzI/Rop7awypuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7mr4j66cpI4/s72-c/Chicago+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-150297067601220384</id><published>2007-06-28T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:11:26.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastodon in Montgomery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c175/Dorseyland/Weblog/Jan-April%202006/mastodon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c175/Dorseyland/Weblog/Jan-April%202006/mastodon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who I haven't seen in a while, I've moved from Johnson City, Tennessee to Montgomery, Illinois!  I'll be here six month doing a Leadership Residency at &lt;a href="http://www.communitychristian.org/"&gt;Community Christian Church&lt;/a&gt;.  One of the highlights of the area is Phillips Park that features part a mastodon skeleton was in the 1930s, I visited it on my day off Monday - riveting. I'm going to revive my blogging for the sake of all those I've left behind. This move has proved to me that fake deer are popular everywhere (check out the latest &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EUXx3W8D2Q"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; video for proof).  I'm enjoying the staff and atmosphere here at CCC. I really miss everyone from JC and the perceived closeness to Atlanta and Savannah.  Hanging out with a variety of small groups is helping me get connected with some really great people.  Please, anyone with a southern accent call me, I'm terrified of talking like a Midwesterner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-150297067601220384?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/150297067601220384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=150297067601220384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/150297067601220384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/150297067601220384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-burbs.html' title='Mastodon in Montgomery'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114720796982307694</id><published>2006-05-09T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:52:49.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Post</title><content type='html'>For all my fans, sorry I haven't posted in a while but life got busy, and when things like sleeping and eating start to go, I think blogging goes too. So I'm now trying to get final assignments done, bills paid so I don't get kicked out of my apartment while I'm gone, my fish's tank cleaned, and host of other exciting things taken care before I GO TO THE MIDDLE EAST!! I'm so excited about the trip. Mostly I'm excited about the location, but getting to meet new people will be great too (Check out one place we are staying in &lt;a href="http://www.sonesta.com/egypt_taba/page.asp?pg=1&amp;imageID=7329&amp;amp;PageID=25452"&gt;Taba, Egypt&lt;/a&gt;). Unfortunately everyone gets sick on this trip, a fact they fail to mention until you get selected. Evidently any water/fruit/vegetable will send you to the bathroom for a while and when you're on a bus in the middle of Syria that isn't something to look forward too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114720796982307694?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114720796982307694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114720796982307694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114720796982307694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114720796982307694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-post.html' title='A New Post'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114488557547139662</id><published>2006-04-12T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:49:31.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caren's Opinion #48: Sexual Songs in Public Places</title><content type='html'>I was in the bank the other day when Melissa Eltheridge's classic song "I am the Only One" came on over the loud speaker. I found myself looking around and wondering if anyone else in the bank realized how bizarre it was to be listening to someone belting out about their lusty desires while trying to deposit paychecks.  No one seemed the slightest bit disturbed.  Don't be fooled into thinking this is an isolated occurance! I was in an Indian resturant in Kingsport, Tennessee when what I'm pretty sure was a &lt;em&gt;Dance, Dance Revolution&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack started playing. Steph, Paula and Drew all agreed that it was highly inappropriate music to be playing in a resturant, let alone an Indian&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;resturant on a Sunday afternoon in Eastern Tennessee. I don't want to here about people's longings or loves or how they want to shake it when I'm eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114488557547139662?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114488557547139662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114488557547139662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114488557547139662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114488557547139662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/carens-opinion-48-sexual-songs-in.html' title='Caren&apos;s Opinion #48: Sexual Songs in Public Places'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114488504220096587</id><published>2006-04-12T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:47:23.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend Means Bad Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/320/IMG_0368.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you wondering, don't have a social life in seminary if you want to make good grades in Greek. My wonderful, beautiful sister and her equally wonderful husband came to visit me this weekend. We ate, and ate, and watched Shaun of the Dead (great movie!!) and ate and then hiked to Laurel Falls in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park (I took the picture myself thank you very much) and played cards and then ate some more. Needless to say with all the eating and fun times I didn't study for nearly enough for the Greek test I had today. Why couldn't the Bible just have been written in English!! Or anything other than Greek. I liked Hebrew, I won't complain about Hebrew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114488504220096587?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114488504220096587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114488504220096587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114488504220096587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114488504220096587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-weekend-means-bad-test.html' title='Great Weekend Means Bad Test'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114437115999346279</id><published>2006-04-06T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:54:26.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Slogan For Anti-Tobacco Campaign</title><content type='html'>I discovered this poem in a delightful little collection called &lt;em&gt;Poems that Bless and Inspire&lt;/em&gt; by Elmore "Pop" Cornewell. This poem is making its internet debut, go ahead and google it, you can't find this gem (a shout out to the Emmanuel book sale) anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tobacco"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tobacco is a filthy weed,&lt;br /&gt;And from the Devil sprang the seed.&lt;br /&gt;It soils your hands and stains your clothes&lt;br /&gt;And makes a chimney of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other poems by Pop include: Golden Days of Pop, Tea Kettle, Dirty Dishes, Monkey's Viewpoint, and Dear Teen-ager (Not really a poem, it is an admonition for teenage girls to avoid messing around with boys, because its like "sticking your head in the oven and turning the gas on." Which I don't necessarily disagree with).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114437115999346279?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114437115999346279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114437115999346279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114437115999346279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114437115999346279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-slogan-for-anti-tobacco-campaign.html' title='New Slogan For Anti-Tobacco Campaign'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114416941706690479</id><published>2006-04-04T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:50:17.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Inserts Change Lives</title><content type='html'>I would like to report that the Dr. Scholl's shoe insert things really do work. My Achilles tendon was really hurting and my chiropractor told me to get them and lo and behold they work! I thought the commercials with the people saying "I'm gelling" were really stupid, but it's true, the world is a better place with shoe inserts! My feet feel fantastic (nice alliteration, if I say so myself). I would recommend them to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114416941706690479?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114416941706690479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114416941706690479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114416941706690479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114416941706690479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/shoe-inserts-change-lives.html' title='Shoe Inserts Change Lives'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114374512034912185</id><published>2006-03-30T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:58:40.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Exciting to Report Except a Bruise on My Knee</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a week because nothing exciting or weird has happened to me.  What do you do on a blog when that happens?  In the past week I have worked at Cokesbury, went on a Senior High Retreat (where it snowed about a foot, and I guess that was exciting to me, but I don't know about anyone else), wrote a paper criticizing H. Richard Niebuhr's use of relativism in his last chapter of &lt;em&gt;Christ and Culture&lt;/em&gt;, learned about Process Theologians from the Chicago School, and worked at church...does any of this interest anyone?  My guess is no.  So what should I write about when this happens?  I have really gnarly bruise on my knee from attempting the Roger Rabbit dance on a slippery floor (I am such a cool youth minister!!). Be sure to ask to see it.  Maybe I'll take a picture of it and post it...hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114374512034912185?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114374512034912185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114374512034912185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114374512034912185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114374512034912185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing-exciting-to-report-except.html' title='Nothing Exciting to Report Except a Bruise on My Knee'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114314166714386714</id><published>2006-03-23T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:26:46.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official: I am a hill person</title><content type='html'>My brief stop in Atlanta yesterday on my way back to Johnson City from Auburn made be realize I am have assimilated to country living. I was mesmerized by the billboards, the amazing variety of stores, and fact you can eat Thai noodles, buy a wedding dress, chemical supplements, linens, books and get you nails and taxes done all in the same shopping center! No wonder city folk have to earn so much money, there is so much to spend it on (the use of 'folk' is a deliberate attempt to present myself as a hill person). On I-26 between Asheville and Johnson City there aren't any billboards, no one is trying to sell you anything, it's just the mountains. I think that is what I've gotten used to, without cable TV, without constant internet access, without the billboards (just the occasional j.crew catalog) I forgotten how much people want you to buy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114314166714386714?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114314166714386714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114314166714386714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114314166714386714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114314166714386714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official-i-am-hill-person.html' title='It&apos;s Official: I am a hill person'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114297921759458279</id><published>2006-03-21T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:13:37.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Auburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aces.edu/waterquality/streams/pictures/auburn%20univ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="202" alt="" src="http://www.aces.edu/waterquality/streams/pictures/auburn%20univ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Auburn! Now I know that is not news to anyone who has known me for more than 5 minutes, but I am currently writing this post in...Auburn! I'm in my old office at ACF, listening to John Wasem (special thanks to Stephanie), and experiencing deja vu. When I left Johnson City yesterday it was snowing, and today in Aubrn it's 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I've eaten at Veggies-to-Go and now feel like I'm going to throw up but it was totally worth it. I haven't seen so many pro-Bush bumperstickers since the last time I was in Auburn. Crazy how being 20 and driving a BMW makes you a Repbulican. I'll back to Johnson City tomorrow, the land of snow, ice, and NPR. Being here makes me realize seminary has aged me at least 20 years. I might as well be 45. All my little freshman are juniors now, my old roommate has a baby, and there is a Hooters on College Street. A Hooters of all things! I hate Hooters. But I still love Auburn, War Eagle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114297921759458279?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114297921759458279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114297921759458279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114297921759458279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114297921759458279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heart-auburn.html' title='I Heart Auburn'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114269360206064368</id><published>2006-03-18T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:55:30.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Garden</title><content type='html'>This summer I am going to grow food. Gardening in Arizona consisted of nothing but giant zucchini that we would throw into our neighbors pool. I don't remember anything else actually surviving the heat. In Georgia my mom grew tomatoes, and in Auburn growing food is the last thing on anyone's mind except for the people working in the experimental gardens with the big signs that say "Don't eat. Experiment Garden" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/images/cat/prod_9022_3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="243" alt="" src="http://www.localharvest.org/images/cat/prod_9022_3304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am all grown up and know basically nothing about surviving outside of Western civilization I am going to learn how to grow food! Probably all I'll be good for is pulling weeds, but I'm still really excited. The most exciting thing about the whole garden for me is that we will be growing my great-grandfathers tomatoes (he was a botanist for Rutgers University). Here is what the Catalpa Tree Seed Co. had to say about the tomatoes: "Rutgers has proven itself for years to be highly productive. Large, attractive fruits with thick, solid flesh. Superior flavor, delicious in salads, unsurpassed for home canning. Indeterminate. " Isn't that nice! You can see how beautiful they are in the picture. I'll try to keep everyon updated on my progress as a gardener/theologian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114269360206064368?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114269360206064368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114269360206064368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114269360206064368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114269360206064368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/learning-to-garden.html' title='Learning to Garden'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114261429852108652</id><published>2006-03-17T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:51:38.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break No Fun in Grad School</title><content type='html'>In undergrad spring break is all fun and games. The nation's youth, having worked hard all winter on their abs and fake tans, escape their troubles (bad grades and credit card bill caused by all the ab workouts and time in the tanning bed) by going Mexico. If you are especially pious you might go on a mission trip to Mexico, but somehow you always end up in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas those days have passed and now for me spring break means:&lt;br /&gt;1) studying A LOT&lt;br /&gt;2) working&lt;br /&gt;3) sleeping, though not as much as I'd like because I'll be doing 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really complain because I am going to Auburn for a few days (and the Middle East in May), but somehow spring break still fills me with nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114261429852108652?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114261429852108652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114261429852108652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114261429852108652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114261429852108652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-no-fun-in-grad-school.html' title='Spring Break No Fun in Grad School'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114235891534953318</id><published>2006-03-14T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:26:48.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie Moore Fur-loss Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/1600/Stephanie_in_THE_Coat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/320/Stephanie_in_THE_Coat.0.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of unsightly purple (or any color) fur? Do you wish you could just be a normal boy or girl? Well the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie Moore Fur-loss Program&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 30 days and you could have the man (or woman) of your dreams caring you away after your 25th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/1600/steph%20and%20shane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/320/steph%20and%20shane.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost is minimal and all proceeds go to help starving seminary students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114235891534953318?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114235891534953318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114235891534953318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114235891534953318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114235891534953318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/stephanie-moore-fur-loss-program.html' title='Stephanie Moore Fur-loss Program'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114229046627864954</id><published>2006-03-13T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:54:26.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah the Goldfish Sand Sculpture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/1600/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/416/2385/320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fantastic picture of a sand sculpture I created of my goldfish over Christmas break. The weather was great in Savannah so we (my wonderful sister, brother-in-law, and I) hit the beach to create some impressive, though sadly temporary art work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114229046627864954?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114229046627864954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114229046627864954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114229046627864954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114229046627864954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/jonah-goldfish-sand-sculpture.html' title='Jonah the Goldfish Sand Sculpture'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114194800275716869</id><published>2006-03-09T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:46:42.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Never Be To Careful With Schistosomiasis</title><content type='html'>For all of you traveling to Africa in the near future be sure to check out this site warning of the dangers of the parasite, &lt;em&gt;Schistosomiasis&lt;/em&gt;. The site is in German but the picture of the lifecycle of the little bugger is priceless.  &lt;a href="http://www.medizin.de/gesundheit/deutsch/606.htm"&gt;http://www.medizin.de/gesundheit/deutsch/606.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114194800275716869?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114194800275716869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114194800275716869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114194800275716869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114194800275716869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-can-never-be-to-careful-with.html' title='You Can Never Be To Careful With Schistosomiasis'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114192889828177181</id><published>2006-03-09T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:28:18.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No National Boundaries!!</title><content type='html'>It seems that Spring has arrived in Johnson City. My tulips are coming up and the robins are back. In honor of the robins I will be sharing a section from my new favorite book, &lt;em&gt;Bird Life (for young people),&lt;/em&gt; written by Helmut E. Adler, Ph.D Professor of Psychology, Yeshiva University. Why, you may ask, is a professor of psychology writing a book on bird life specifically for young people? I'm not actually sure but according to Dr. Adler "bird behavior knows no national boundaries" which may be a good way to unite all peoples of the world. If our birds aren't so different maybe, just maybe, we aren't so different after all either... Just something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114192889828177181?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114192889828177181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114192889828177181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114192889828177181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114192889828177181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-national-boundaries.html' title='No National Boundaries!!'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114176672989713887</id><published>2006-03-07T15:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:25:29.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Tennessee People: Story #79</title><content type='html'>On the way to church I saw the most red-neck thing ever, and I've seen some pretty funny stuff (a horse being lead by a rope on Interstate 26 by a man in the back of a truck). Some kids were in the parking lot of Dairy Queen and one of them had attached a lawn mower motor to his bicycle. It still had the big plastic exhaust system on it. I'm not sure how safe it was but it seemed to be working at the moment. Pretty ingenious, however, I think if you're eating at Dairy Queen you need to be peddling the bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114176672989713887?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114176672989713887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114176672989713887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114176672989713887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114176672989713887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-tennessee-people-story-79.html' title='Crazy Tennessee People: Story #79'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114176629895753922</id><published>2006-03-07T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:18:18.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>METS Trip!!</title><content type='html'>Some very exciting news has just come in...I am going to the Middle East!!! Emmanuel is part of a 3 week guide tour of Syria, Jordan, Lebanon, Israel, Palestine, Egypt, and Greece. Students from five other seminaries are going as well so we can dialogue about theology while in the starting place of it all. Special thanks to RJ, Nathan, and Amanda for their wonderful recommendations that I'm sure are the reason that I was accepted (since I talked about my goldfish for 5 minutes when they asked about hobbies in the interview, I'm in grad school and work two jobs, who has time for hobbies?). This trip as been such a great experience for everyone that has gone before, I can't wait to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114176629895753922?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114176629895753922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114176629895753922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114176629895753922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114176629895753922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/mets-trip.html' title='METS Trip!!'/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114133658763095220</id><published>2006-03-02T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:58:07.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well friends, someone recently asked me what sort of blog this will be and that is a great question. I want this site to be a place of refreshment for the soul, education for the mind, and most of all about me and my opinions. Many, many people ask me "Caren what do you think about______?" (fill in the blank with what ever is on your mind), and now the whole world can know! So today as I sit in my office at Watauga Avenue Presbyterian Church my opinion for the day is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misspelling of common words by gas stations, payday check cashing places, etc...This must stop immediately or we will have a future generation of kids spelling quick without a 'c'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114133658763095220?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114133658763095220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114133658763095220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114133658763095220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114133658763095220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-friends-someone-recently-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23308989.post-114133393195176559</id><published>2006-03-02T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:12:11.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one really cares what I'm doing, but I felt left out so here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23308989-114133393195176559?l=carensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114133393195176559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23308989&amp;postID=114133393195176559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114133393195176559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23308989/posts/default/114133393195176559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-one-really-cares-what-im-doing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Caren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012734311693656482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
