<?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-8415759712803194430</id><updated>2011-10-26T15:17:49.071-06:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Atkins'/><category term='Cubs'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='connection'/><category term='web'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Psalms'/><category term='God'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Advent'/><category term='new beginnings'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='birth'/><category term='music'/><category term='ritual'/><category term='weight-loss'/><category term='UMC'/><category term='finding meaning'/><category term='hair'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='Hannah'/><category term='leading'/><category term='copyright'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='baby'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Tsunami the band'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='family'/><category term='worship'/><category term='history'/><category term='youth'/><category term='house'/><category term='catching up'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='snow'/><category term='routine'/><category term='VBS'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>SingerClinger</title><subtitle type='html'>My random thoughts on life--music, relationships, faith, and living in this crazy world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-7449076512176563349</id><published>2010-01-19T21:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:21:36.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Singer" Clinger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had a unique experience at church on Sunday.  I have been fighting a cold or some other kind of bug that has resulted in lots of congestion, drainage, and coughing.  This weekend that meant that my speaking voice would come and go, and singing was pretty much not happening.  I decided when I woke up Sunday morning that I had no business singing in front of a group of folks, for the sake of my voice healing, and for the sake of sparing the ears of the congregation.  So, I didn't sing with the band.  Instead, I sat in the congregation with Jeff.  My intention was to rest my voice and just listen, but I don't know that I've ever taken part in a worship service where there was the opportunity to sing and I didn't.  (I have attended worship services where there was either no music, the music was instrumental, or it wasn't geared toward the congregation singing along.)   I found that I couldn't not sing.  Funny that one of the songs we sang was "How Can I Keep from Singing."  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been struggling lately to find inspiration for planning worship, for several reasons that I won't get into here.  But on Sunday and then again as I was singing with my iPod yesterday, I contemplated for a moment how my life would be different if I couldn't sing.  What would I "do" with my life if I I didn't really delve deep into the line of thinking, because I fear that I don't have the answer for what that would fully mean.  I really think my identity, and to a large extent, my self-worth, is tied to my musical gifts, specifically singing.  it's who I am and what I do.  Not that I have the best or most beautiful voice.  I don't pretend that I do.  But I do feel like my voice is accessible for others to follow and join with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't come to any conclusions about what I would do if suddenly I would be unable to sing.  I think there will come a day when that is the case.  The voice is one of those parts of the body that shows its age, and I don't want to be the lady in the choir who everyone else wishes would "retire."  A woman at my last church retired herself from the choir, at a point when I believe others still wanted her.  That's how I want to go: when I'm still wanted rather than when everyone else wishes I would just get the heck out.  I have no desire to be the warbler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, this whole experience started me thinking about what I would do if I wasn't SingerClinger.  What if I was just Heather?  I wonder what that would be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-7449076512176563349?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7449076512176563349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=7449076512176563349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7449076512176563349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7449076512176563349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2010/01/singer-clinger.html' title='&quot;Singer&quot; Clinger'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6000158962085345581</id><published>2010-01-07T15:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:06:50.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm, I'm back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't promise that this is the beginning of new blogging spurt, but here are the highlights from the last 6 months.  Wow, it really has been that long since I posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We moved to Fairway, KS (Shawnee Mission Pkwy &amp;amp; Mission Rd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started working at the cafe (snack bar) at Prairie Life Fitness Center in Olathe and now also work in the nursery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hannah turned 1!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She has 6 teeth, working on the 7th.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's cruising but not walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeff works a few shifts at Kite's sports bar in Shawnee (too bad it is a K-State bar...) and is working with some folks to start a company for metabolic health  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myimsonline.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Innovative Metabolic Solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, you probably already know most of that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We're doing well.  We are blessed by the support we have received from our families and friends, and are learning what a gift that support is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-6000158962085345581?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6000158962085345581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=6000158962085345581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6000158962085345581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6000158962085345581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2010/01/umm-im-back.html' title='Umm, I&apos;m back?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6235975296855419193</id><published>2009-07-01T20:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:18:58.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So you're reading this now because you've been invited to view my blog.  It's not that I'm excluding anyone, it's just that it has come to be that it needed to be this way.  I took my last post down for about the same reason.  It maybe won't be this way forever, but for now my circle of trust is pretty limited.  Thanks for being in my circle.  I appreciate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here's the latest: things are ok, considering.  I am waiting to hear back about another part time job that I hope would start sometime in the middle of this month.  Hannah is doing well.  She's sitting on her own, and she is rolling to the point that we can't leave her alone on the bed anymore.  She's so much fun!  It has been so much fun to watch Jeff and Hannah together the last couple of weeks.  It really is a beautiful thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This weekend I'm going to St. Louis for my sister's bachelorette party.  I'm a little ashamed (and maybe, in a weird way, proud) to say that this is my first bachelorette party.  So I'm going to look up online if there are things that a matron of honor is "supposed" to do.  Sad, isn't it?  *Sigh*  Oh well.  I'm looking forward to some away time, though it will be my first night away from Hannah.  Wish us luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-6235975296855419193?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6235975296855419193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=6235975296855419193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6235975296855419193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6235975296855419193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-blog-again.html' title='Welcome to my blog (again)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-3825769047706606982</id><published>2009-05-07T16:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:14:01.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UMC'/><title type='text'>I'm Just Sayin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, many of my clergy friends have embarked on many plans to raise up other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umcyoungclergy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;young clergy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umc.org"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The United Methodist Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and I applaud them for it.  However, I get frustrated when it seems that clergy leaders are the only ones who "matter" when looking at the future of the denomination.  I know clergy are supremely important to the continuation of our denomination in the future.  Afterall, I am &lt;a href="http://changingtobringchange.wordpress.com/"&gt;married to a pastor&lt;/a&gt; and daily see the ways in which he and his colleagues care for and lead their congregations.  However, they won't have a denomination, or congregations, for that matter, to lead if we don't also focus on raising up "lay" (non-clergy) leaders.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm struggling here and in my interactions with the topic to not seem like I'm whining.  ("Look at me, I matter, too!!")  I also struggle because I am one of "those" people who would like to see change but don't know how to help/start and don't really have the desire to be the one to forge the path.  In all honesty, that's why I dropped out of the ordination process to become a deacon--too many questions to answer and challenges to overcome.  And I saw a way that I could be in ministry without having to jump through the hoops.  Do I regret it?  Not really.  The whole issue of defining who deacons are and how their ordination is distinct and different from elders and now local pastors is a mess that seems to only be getting worse, and I don't want to go into that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think my biggest concern is that by focusing so much on raising up "young clergy," I see a potential devaluing of the ministry of the laity, who are equally as called and equally as necessary (if not more so) to the work of the Church.  If we are truly to see change in the way our denomination is heading, then we need leadership, yes.  But that doesn't mean that the clergy have to or even can do it by themselves.  We are called to work together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;There is another caution for those who are now classified as "young" clergy (however that might be determined), whether by age or time in "the system."  The caution is this: if you don't quickly look behind you at those who are coming behind you, then you risk putting yourself in the same situation as those with whom you seem to be frustrated now.  The danger is that you might be fighting for change that you yourself will not benefit from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, that's just my two cents.  But then again, what do I know?  No one's laid hands on me to set me apart, I'm just one of the masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3825769047706606982?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3825769047706606982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3825769047706606982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3825769047706606982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3825769047706606982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m Just Sayin&apos;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-5496966933979829541</id><published>2009-04-03T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:16:31.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Pearly white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hannah has a tooth!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've figured she's been teething for a few weeks now, what with the increased drool and chewing on anything she can get her mouth on.  Yesterday I thought I'd feel around in her mouth to see if I could feel anything, and I found the beginnings of a tooth already pushed through her lower gum.  It is so cute!  I never thought I'd get so excited about a silly tooth.  Truth be told, I'm also excited that the fussing seems to have dissapated and my sweet, smiling, content little girl is back.  It's fun to watch her feel her tooth with her tongue.  She's been doing that for a while now, but just yesterday I figured out what she was really doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've always paid attention to people's teeth.  I don't know why, but I would say that it is one of the first things I notice or remember about a person.  It is kind of weird to think that Hannah's mouth will now be forever different, no longer the gummy, toothless grin.  Ah, my little baby is growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-5496966933979829541?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-8198706571219163554</id><published>2009-03-25T13:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:18:56.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A while back, I read on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dustinbauerle.com/Dustin_Bauerle/Blog/Blog.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dustin's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.communityofhope.com/new/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Community of Hope UMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; would be doing a sermon series on sex, called Sex God.  I was curious what the premise would be and how forthright the discussion would be.  Their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.communityofhope.com/new/video/videodirectlink/7-sex-god-series-trailer.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;promo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is all about how we never talk about sex in the church, but yet we are surrounded by talk/sight of it in our culture.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I have been very interested in what Joe, COH's pastor, has had to say.  I appreciate his candor and honesty.  He suggested in the first sermon of the series that parents take their young children to Sunday School instead of staying in the service, but that middle school and especially high school teens, needed to hear these messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;You can listen to the sermons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.communityofhope.com/new/component/option,com_sermonspeaker/Itemid,20/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;, or subscribe to their podcast on iTunes.  I'm also catching up on previous sermons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8415759712803194430-8198706571219163554?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-900601871403251286</id><published>2009-03-03T16:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:20:31.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again, Lent is upon us, thankfully later than it was last year.  I'm not exactly sure when it was that I started, but most years I give up something for Lent.  One year it was chocolate (about a week after my sister had given me a box of cherry cordials for Valentine's day).  Another year it was pop, which lasted until the day before Easter when the Pizza Hut worker asked me to taste the drink I was buying for my co-worker to make sure they had the lines right in their pop machine.  Those are the big ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year, Jeff and I decided to give up tv for Lent.  All tv.  For all of Lent.  Well, sort of.  We gave ourselves some exceptions, because the intent is to not have it on at home in the background all the time.  Admittedly, I watch more tv than Jeff does.  Almost every morning, I turn on NBC's The Today Show while we're getting ready.  Then at 11 I switch over to ABC for The View and it stays there the rest of the day until the news comes back on.  I just like NBC news better.  But at 10:35pm we tune in to The Late Show with David Letterman and fall asleep to that, unless its Saturday, in which case we fall asleep to Saturday Night Live.  Seriously, a tv is on in our house almost all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the point is to be more intentional about spending quality time together.  We decided that we would not watch tv content online because that's really not that different than watching tv.  Also, we decided that didn't include renting and watching movies, or watching tv at friends' houses if that is the activity.  (We are aware that Lent falls mostly in March, during a thing called March Madness.  We are very thankful to be back in the listening area where we can listen to Bob Davis call the games on the radio, even when the KU Jayhawks play in the Final Four and National Championship games.)  I'm finding that the challenge for us is that we don't spend the evenings on the couch with each of us on a laptop.  That seems like replacing the tv with the computer and is not so much a sacrifice or different way of living, which to me is the point of giving something up for Lent: it forces you to rethink your every day patterns and way of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which brings me to another blog I read today.  Jon Acuff writes the blog &lt;a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stuff Christians Like&lt;/a&gt;.  It's kind of a tongue-in-cheek, real look at "stuff" Christians like, hence the name.  &lt;a href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/2009/03/501-giving-up-stuff-for-lent.html"&gt;Today's post&lt;/a&gt; examined giving things up for Lent, specifically tv, and his points made me stop to think.  Particularly #9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia; line-height: 20px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have I really learned anything if I just gorge myself on all the shows I missed the minute Lent is over? &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I lock myself in a closet the day after Lent concludes and watch 19 hours of Lost and 30 Rock and the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Office and the Soup, has anything in my life changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I ponder this as I examine how my days are different without the tv on in the background.  How is your life changing by what you are giving up or adding for Lent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-900601871403251286?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/900601871403251286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=900601871403251286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/900601871403251286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/900601871403251286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2009/03/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2783036242415148911</id><published>2009-02-23T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:17:34.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><title type='text'>New Hannah pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are new pictures of Hannah up at &lt;a href="http://www.theclingerfamily.com"&gt;www.theclingerfamily.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Click on the photos tab at the top of the page to see pics of her from the last couple of weeks.  Such a cutie!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2783036242415148911?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2783036242415148911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2783036242415148911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2783036242415148911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2783036242415148911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-hannah-pics.html' title='New Hannah pics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6597027165141428850</id><published>2009-02-12T22:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:49:38.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>"On My Own"  - or - "Out of Proportion"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week Jeff has been in Arkansas for the New Church Leadership Institute (NCLI).  It is the second of two weeks he has been gone for the institute.  He went to the first one in October, and we had the "what if" plan in case I went into labor (I didn't).  I think I spent at least one night in Lawrence with Barb and John (Jeff's folks) so I wouldn't be alone for the whole week.  This time, I had sole "Hannah duty" all week.  Jeff encouraged me to try to plan things to do each day to help the week go by faster.  And actually, the week has been pretty good.  Monday I met Sara and Kara for what I thought would be a "working" lunch but turned out to be just lunch for my birthday.  Tuesday I was able to get some work done during the day, and then Hannah and I went to walk around the mall while dinner was cooking in the slow cooker.  Last night I had a meeting in Lawrence and tonight I had rehearsal, so Wednesday evening I loaded up the girls (Hannah and Kayla) to spend some time with Barb and John.  They watched Hannah last night during my meeting and tonight during rehearsal.  Tomorrow I will meet Julia, a long-time friend, for brunch, then get the girls loaded in the car to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week has made me appreciate a couple things: #1 - all that Jeff does around the house and his presence and support; #2 - how helpful it is to be living close to family; #3 - how much I appreciate John and Barb being willing to watch Hannah (so, ok, we don't exactly have to twist their arms to do it, but still...); #4 - what a privilege it is to have the option to work part-time; and #5 - how difficult it would be to be a single parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for doing this parenting thing with me, Jeff!  I'm glad we're doing it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-6597027165141428850?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6597027165141428850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-2035426196688568874</id><published>2009-01-22T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:56:13.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><title type='text'>WAAY too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't believe it has been so long since I've posted!  If you're reading this, you no doubt know that on 11-11-08, "BC" became Hannah Marie!  She was 8 pounds 2 ounces, and 19.5 inches long.  She's now 10 weeks old, smiling, cooing, and generally being cute...except when she's being fussy, which seems to be more frequent lately.  We're working on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an ultrasound on her pyloric valve after her 1 month doctor's appointment, and found that it was fine.  We had been concerned about the amount she had been spitting up, and problems with that valve run in my dad's side of our family.  She's fine and really healthy, so we feel blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work in the middle of December.  That's sooner than I would have liked, but I figured I needed to be around for Christmas Eve.  I was part time before Hannah was born, and am still, which is nice.  I have been driving to Lawrence just two days a week, on Sundays for worship and Thursdays for rehearsal.  Mondays are Jeff's day off and I will probably be going to Lawrence then.  It will mean we lose a family day, but I think it will be good for Jeff and Hannah to have time to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we took dinner to some friends who have a one-month old and almost-three-year-old, and it was amazing how much bigger Hannah was than Kaia.  Granted, they can still wear the same size clothes, but it was pretty neat to see the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is different in the Clinger house, which we are making more "ours" with some painting and other changes.  We are so thankful that we're close to family.  Hannah ("little h" or "hmc" to distinguish from Mom) has had lots of time with grandparents and aunts/"unlces."  My sister is in the middle of a rotation in Topeka (about an hour away) and we've been able to hang out much more than we will when she goes back to St. Louis.  And Jeff's sister was able to spend several days here between Christmas and New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was baptized at Church of the Resurrection on Dec. 27th, and despite funky weather, we were able to celebrate with all six of her grandparents, aunt Erin and almost-uncle Jay, aunt Rebekah and almost-uncle Mike, great-aunt Patsy and great-uncle Wayland, great-aunt Charlotte and great-uncle Charlie, Grandpa Suffron's cousin Judy, Mom's cousins John and Sue.  We were sorry my grandparents couldn't make it, but it was wonderful to be surrounded by our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it.  I'm going to try to update on a more regular schedule.  Feel free to hold me accountable.  :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2035426196688568874?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2035426196688568874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2035426196688568874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2035426196688568874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2035426196688568874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2009/01/waay-too-long.html' title='WAAY too long'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-5559584846428819879</id><published>2008-10-13T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:16:29.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Post-Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We met with the doc this afternoon, and she said all the lab results came back normal.  My blood pressure was a little higher than it had been Thursday, but it was still securely in the "normal" range.  She said it was fine for me to go back to work and resume life as "normal."  We'll have weekly appointments from here on out, but were already at that point anyway.  So the good news is that there's nothing super exciting to report!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks so much to everyone for food, prayers, calls, emails, and the many other ways you support us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-5559584846428819879?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-1531736064476536949</id><published>2008-10-10T13:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:45:46.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Clinger update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, so much for my boring pregnancy.  Up until now there hasn't really been anything to report, but here's the latest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday morning I had a regular appointment with my doctor, and everything was fine.  I went to Lawrence to work as planned.  I felt some tingles in my foot, so checked with a family friend who is a doctor.  She had me come in and ran some tests, and talked with my doctor's office.  They want me on bed rest for the weekend.  Tonight I'll go to the lab here in Olathe where they'll run a few more tests, and we'll get the results on Monday afternoon when I have an appointment with my doctor's practice partner.  They're checking for pre-eclampsia, which is related to blood pressure.  Mine has always been fine, but the doctor in Lawrence saw a couple other indicators that could be precursors to pre-eclampsia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What happens next depends on the results from the lab work.  The good news in all this is that we're less than a month away from the due date, so if they decide to deliver, the baby would be early but probably not dangerously so.  Jeff's trip to Arkansas next week is up in the air, and he's cleared his schedule of pretty much everything, so we're hanging out together.  We'll get some movies and probably pull out some of our board games.  We're hoping the doctors are just being cautious, but we're also trying to get prepared for the possibility of an early delivery.  We'll update at www.theclingerfamily.com.  Your prayers and support are, of course, appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1531736064476536949?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1531736064476536949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1531736064476536949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1531736064476536949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1531736064476536949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-clinger-update.html' title='Baby Clinger update'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-1785765693943521416</id><published>2008-10-06T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:10:25.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Footprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In my blog reading today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gdiapers.typepad.com/earlyyears/2008/10/whats-your-babys-carbon-footprint.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gdiapers.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gDiapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; caught my attention.  We considered using gDiapers as an alternative to disposables, but now are thinking we'll go with cloth.  In any case, it really got me to thinking about the global impact on resources that just one child has, and what my global impact has been and will be.  The references to other countries were telling as well.  If you're interested, you can calculate your carbon footprint &lt;a href="http://www.carbonfootprint.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Really, there are lots of places you can do that.  The sobering thing for me was to see how many earths it would take to sustain humanity if everyone lived like me.  And it is interesting to see, but I don't think it means anything unless we do something to make our footprint smaller.  We're trying, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1785765693943521416?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1785765693943521416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1785765693943521416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1785765693943521416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1785765693943521416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/10/babys-footprint.html' title='Baby&apos;s Footprint'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-321032063162203362</id><published>2008-08-28T13:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:54:03.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Several updates to let you know about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm now 30 weeks pregnant.  I haven't gained too much weight, but at this point I've decided not to keep track on my own anymore.  We had an appointment with the doctor today and they took blood samples.   They'll also be checking my TSH levels.  Oh, and I drank the glucose drink this morning.  It's like flat orange pop, and made me feel like I had just had 10 ounces of pure sugar (surprise).  We've now moved to the phase of seeing the doctor every two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We started child birth class last night.  We'll go on Wednesday nights for a total of 5 weeks.  There are 5 other couples in the class, and there wasn't a whole lot of interaction between folks last night.  Four of the other couples all have the same doctor, which seems like it could be unique.  The woman who led the class just talked the whole time other than when we introduced ourselves, and it was a little difficult to pay attention all the time.  But it was helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;This Sunday will be my first Sunday leading worship at the West Campus of &lt;a href="http://www.fumclawrence.org"&gt;Lawrence FUMC&lt;/a&gt;.  I was freaking out a bit what with people being gone for the holiday weekend, but it looks like things will work out ok.  Thanks to lots of folks, I have a list of people to call on to fill in if needed.  It helps to have connections at &lt;a href="http://www.cor.org"&gt;COR&lt;/a&gt;, and that they're having a special service for the weekend so folks are available to help out!  It's been nice this week to go to the office and interact with folks there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We have furniture set up in the nursery now.  We just need to sort through all the clothes and equipment, and figure out where its all going to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We're all settled in the house (well, except for stuff for the baby).  Kayla enjoys having a backyard and "talking" with other neighborhood dogs.  She mostly lays on our bed or in front of one of the sliding glass doors in the sun.  Ah, the life of a suburban dog.  I'll try to be better about updating, but I won't make any promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shalom to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-321032063162203362?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/321032063162203362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=321032063162203362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/321032063162203362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/321032063162203362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-7110220051941855999</id><published>2008-07-29T12:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:03:38.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Moved in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday we had a housewarming party.  We have been in the house for three weeks and had decided we needed a goal, so we threw ourselves a party and invited friends old and new in the area.  We had friends from our pre-school and elementary school days, college, and newly-made friends!  We borrowed a yard game from the Conards (German horse shoes?  Polish horse shoes?  whatever...) and had drinks and desserts for  everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Included in the evening was a tour, so I've included pictures for anyone who couldn't make the party.  The house is a quad-level built in 1978.  There are some quirks to it, mostly from projects by the owners before the folks we bought it from.  It is great space for us, and we are definitely feeling home!  I hope you enjoy the "tour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The entryway... the stained glass is from &lt;a href="http://www.ridgeumc.org"&gt;Ridge UMC's&lt;/a&gt; old fellowship hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hsSDhjuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iZE_27UdNUk/s1600-h/P7240010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hsSDhjuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iZE_27UdNUk/s200/P7240010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228505105789193954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;View #1 of the front room.  The doorway to the right of the piano goes into the kitchen, as you can tell from the refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hssWXswI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5kJGCuQ6pE4/s1600-h/P7240007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hssWXswI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5kJGCuQ6pE4/s200/P7240007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228505112847561474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;View #2 of the front room, the front window.  It has a ledge, which we might put some pillows in some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hNrvKO1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TE7UdqYsDyk/s1600-h/P7240009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hNrvKO1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TE7UdqYsDyk/s200/P7240009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228504580107156306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Looking from the dining room into the kitchen.  Jeff's dad and my step-dad installed an above the range microwave.  The pantry door is back on, but we still have to repaint it.  (That's a fun story if you haven't heard it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hN_yx35I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zp44gzrF2p8/s1600-h/P7240012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hN_yx35I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zp44gzrF2p8/s200/P7240012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228504585491046290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Looking into the dining room from the kitchen, and further down into the family room.  You can also see the stairs up to the bedrooms. To the right of the dining room table is a sliding glass door that goes out onto our deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hOpucAYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mjtkW4HhqHI/s1600-h/P7250015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hOpucAYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mjtkW4HhqHI/s200/P7250015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228504596747125122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dining room looking to the family room.  There's a fireplace (we need to have it inspected).  As you go down the stairs, you can turn to go down to the basement, or go out to the garage.  You can see the second sliding glass door between the dining room chair and table, that goes out onto a patio.  Kayla really likes lying in front of the door to be in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hPO1N5YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q5lftD9HWF8/s1600-h/P7250014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hPO1N5YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q5lftD9HWF8/s200/P7250014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228504606707672450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The stairs going up to the bedrooms.  There is a bathroom, then the master bedroom on the left, the guest room straight ahead, and the nursery on the right.  There are also two closets up there as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hPnfVJVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yAzIiPvhdZk/s1600-h/P7250017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hPnfVJVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yAzIiPvhdZk/s200/P7250017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228504613326759250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the nursery, obviously not yet moved in here yet.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9glr0b6LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/i1nI78brtgI/s1600-h/P7250016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9glr0b6LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/i1nI78brtgI/s200/P7250016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503892934518962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Master bedroom.  Jeff and his dad hung new closet doors for me.  The old ones were also mirrored, but they weren't on the tracks right and needed replacing anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gmbKtOMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jAp0-l0pB5U/s1600-h/P7250019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gmbKtOMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jAp0-l0pB5U/s200/P7250019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503905644394690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Guest room.  Jeff's closet is on the right (the closets are smaller than the one we had in Indiana) which he volunteered to use.  We are still looking for a mattress and box spring, maybe a small dresser as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gmnnRgGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U1-Di4RZa3M/s1600-h/P7250020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gmnnRgGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U1-Di4RZa3M/s200/P7250020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503908985438306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Basement office/exercise room.  The window has a "lovely" view of underneath the deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gnLhciAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6qBY4SNRy2M/s1600-h/P7250021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gnLhciAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6qBY4SNRy2M/s200/P7250021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503918624671746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;View #2 of the basement/office.  The box above the tv is the electrical box, and the door between the tv and the shelves goes into what could be made into a small bathroom.  It would have to be closed off from the laundry/utility area, but it has the piping and electrical stuff necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gnUKfVZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OmEuedckJWA/s1600-h/P7250022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9gnUKfVZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OmEuedckJWA/s200/P7250022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228503920944305554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So welcome to our casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shalom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-7110220051941855999?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7110220051941855999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=7110220051941855999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7110220051941855999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7110220051941855999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/07/moved-in.html' title='Moved in'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SI9hsSDhjuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iZE_27UdNUk/s72-c/P7240010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-8466560784523301133</id><published>2008-07-14T15:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:07:07.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;This is my first blog entry living in Kansas.  We are in the process of getting things unpacked.  It was almost exactly a week ago this moment that the movers finished unloading all of our stuff...crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a mishap with the pantry door, and it is currently leaning up against the kitchen wall.  The short story is that it self-locked and we couldn't get it unlocked, so we tried taking it off the hinges (didn't work), breaking a couple of the slats to open it from the inside (still locked), and finally Jeff beat the heck out of the handle until it fell off and he could turn the mechanism with a pair of pliers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jeff started work on the first and hit the ground running.  I've been getting us unpacked and doing the "to-dos" in the meantime.  I start work tomorrow.  I will be leading the contemporary worship service at the West Campus for Lawrence 1st UMC, the church where Jeff and I met and were married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby Clinger is doing well.  We're on our second doctor since leaving Indiana.  Back in April or May, I had set up an appointment with a doctor is the KC area for June 30.  When he walked in for the appointment, he told us he stopped doing OB on June 12th.  But his office was great--he recommended and had his office get us an appointment later that week with another doctor, whose office is actually closer to our house.  We were really bummed, because we had had a great experience at his office.  When we went to the next appointment, we went in thinking they had a lot to live up to, and they did!  The nurse, doctor, and office staff were great!  Yay!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have heard that some people would like to see "baby bump" pics.  Here's the story:  So far I have not intentionally taken any belly pics.  Really, there's no other time when anyone else wants to see the evolution of someone's belly, and we all know that my belly will keep getting bigger.  So you might get to see pictures of me that include my belly, but I'm not going to stand in the same pose month after month so you can see how big I'm getting.  Sorry.  However, here is a recent picture that shows the "bump."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SHvKeCpP9SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pzlF5Eb6rVM/s200/P6290006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222990810320991522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-8466560784523301133?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8466560784523301133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=8466560784523301133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8466560784523301133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8466560784523301133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-kansas.html' title='Back in Kansas'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SHvKeCpP9SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pzlF5Eb6rVM/s72-c/P6290006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-769156621298119306</id><published>2008-06-25T06:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:17:20.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Updates from a slacker blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, it is finally here...moving day.  It doesn't seem like that long ago that we announced that we were leaving to go back home to Kansas.  It was almost 5 months ago!  I am currently sitting at home waiting for the movers to come and Jeff to get back with breakfast after taking Kayla to the "spa" for the day.  Thanks to a lot of help from wonderful friends, we are all packed!  We have a few areas designated for things to go in the cars with us.  Although the movers come today, we won't get our stuff until the 7th.  Ah, and it's raining now.  Yippee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here's a recap of the last few weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Memorial Day week - I went to New York City with my mom and sister for a girls' trip--lots of fun!  I had never been before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;May 31 - Jeff was ordained!!  This ended a process that he has been going through for many years since he first perceived a call to ordained ministry.  Our families made the trip to Lafayette, IN, and there was a big group from Ridge Church that made the trip as well!  Much celebrating ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;sometime early June - we made an offer on a house in Olathe that was eventually accepted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;mid-June - I was offered a job at First UMC in Lawrence to lead worship at the contemporary service on their west campus.  This is my "home church"--the church where Jeff and I met, were in youth group. and got married.  I'll be part time starting on July 15!  So excited!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;June 16-20 - Jeff had Middle School Mission Week at the church, in the midst of which we started saying our farewells and were trying to finish the packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;June 18 - Baby shower at the church.  There was a really great turn out (Jeff was disappointed he was the only guy...not sure anyone else was.) and we got wonderful gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;June 19 - The youth had a going away party for us, and gave us a memory book and other fun road trip gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;June 20 - Our young adult friends from Dalit had a going away cook out for us.  Kelly made a wonderful slide show of the time we've all spent together over the past two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;June 21 - Our Dalit buddies came over for a packing party!  What a great group of friends!  They were fantastic, and worth more than the pizza we bought for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;June 22 - Our last Sunday at Ridge.  There was a combined service at 10:30, which was packed!  The choir sang, the band played, and Jeff preached his last sermon there.  After the service there was a lunch in the Fellowship Hall.  Everyone formed a "receiving line" as they came in, so the folks at the back were waiting for a while to sit!  It was a wonderful day, and we all shared great memories with each other.  We will miss our Ridge Church family greatly.  We have been so blessed by everyone for the time that we have been a part of that community!  Many of the farewells were hard, but we really hope to see folks out our way and when we come back to visit in the next few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Looking forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tomorrow we will close on the house in Highland, pack up our cars and head west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jeff starts at Church of the Resurrection on July 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We close on our new house in Olathe on July 2nd and take possession July 3rd.  Our stuff comes on the 7th.  I just hope the rain stops today so all our stuff won't get wet before being stored for 11 days, but it doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shalom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-769156621298119306?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/769156621298119306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=769156621298119306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/769156621298119306'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday I had a very nice Mothers-ish Day.  Saturday the florist tried to deliver flowers, but we weren't home.  When we found the note, it was after their business hours, so I had to wait until today to find out who sent them, although I did have my suspicions.  (I was right, they were from my mom!  I got them today.)  Sunday morning, there was a lovely card from Jeff on my dresser promising lunch after church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SCi_UHtkfjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MEm1CYqIfFo/s200/P5120327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199616122187710002" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had lunch at a place called Theo's.  It wasn't quite as good as we had remembered from eating there once before, but I still had a good time.  It was cold, rainy, and windy all day yesterday, and the weather combined with the big lunch added up to an afternoon nap.  After the nap I called my mom to wish her a happy mother's day, then got ready to go to youth group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over lunch Jeff and I commented that next mother's day we will have a six month old.  We can't really imagine what that will be like.  We're pretty sure it will change our lives in unimaginable ways, and we're pretty excited about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8415759712803194430-5862532823798872513?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5862532823798872513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=5862532823798872513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5862532823798872513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5862532823798872513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-ish-day.html' title='Mothers-ish Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/SCi_UHtkfjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MEm1CYqIfFo/s72-c/P5120327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-2631951373464207020</id><published>2008-03-27T20:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:58:16.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>We're Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For more information, &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/theclingerfamily/Site/Blog/Entries/2008/3/27_And_Baby_Makes_Three.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2631951373464207020?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2631951373464207020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2631951373464207020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2631951373464207020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2631951373464207020'/><link rel='alternate' 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yesterday, and someone else is scheduled to come tomorrow.  Since Jeff is out of town, I've been playing the dog shuffling game.  Some friends from the church have watched/will watch Kayla while there are folks in our house.  It's pretty neat that there are people who want to look at our house.  Kinda creepy and weird in that there's-someone-I-don't-know-in-my-house-and-I'm-not-there kind of way.  Kind of a vulnerable place to be.  But exciting to know that we could sell this house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-455187134888135410?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/455187134888135410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-5920793144466269476</id><published>2008-02-28T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:02:16.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><title type='text'>Chat Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I use GoogleTalk to chat with my mom and sister since they both have gmail addresses.  I found a way to be able to chat with other people via my blog.  It's called chat back.  You'll see just under my picture a little talk-balloon that says "Chat with Me."  It shows you my status, if I'm online or not.  I'd love to chat with you if you're on at the same time as me.  Just click the link and it'll open a chat window.  The only drawback is that you appear as "Guest" if you aren't logged with with Google, so don't be offended if I ask who you are.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chatting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-5920793144466269476?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5920793144466269476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=5920793144466269476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5920793144466269476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5920793144466269476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/02/chat-back.html' title='Chat Back'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2940617367996229676</id><published>2008-02-17T16:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:09:04.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thyroid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The results from my blood test and ultrasound came back.  Turns out I have an underactive thyroid, hypothyroid.  And they either found thyroid antibodies, or found something in my thyroid antibodies, I don't remember exactly how the nurse said it, but it is genetic.  So, I have medicine that I'll probably have to take for the rest of my life.  But the good news is that it's not as bad as the worst case scenario that was playing through my mind.  I'm very good at imagining worst case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So this explains a lot of things.  Feeling tired, being cold all the time, dry skin and nails, voice and throat issues (I actually lost my voice for the first time ever right before Christmas Eve--no pain, just no voice--not cool for the singing worship leader), losing more hair than usual.  And it means that the weight I've lost over the past year or so is unusual, since most people gain weight with an underactive thyroid.  It makes me wonder if the depression I was diagnosed with in college and the migraines I've had since junior high are related, but really I'll probably never know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So that's the update.  Thanks for your prayers and kind words! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2940617367996229676?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2940617367996229676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2940617367996229676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2940617367996229676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2940617367996229676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/02/thyroid.html' title='Thyroid'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4820515582912053108</id><published>2008-02-14T13:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:18:58.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no place like home..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...except maybe northwest Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I made the decision that it is time to head back to Kansas, and we will be doing so at the end of June, at the changing of the appointment year.  In various ways over the past days and weeks we have let the members and staff at &lt;a href="http://www.ridgeumc.org"&gt;Ridge Church&lt;/a&gt; know our intentions.  It hasn't been easy, and people have reacted in their own ways.  Some people are happy for us, some people are sad, and some people are mad.   Probably lots are some combination of the three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a difficult decision for us to make.  We knew it would hurt and that people would be hurt, but we know that it is time for us to be closer to our families.  We are so thankful for the time we've had in Indiana, at Whiting and Ridge, and especially thankful for the people who we've come to know and love these past years.  As a favorite song of mine says, "This is not an ending, it's just a bend in the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, there is a lot of ministry to look forward to in months to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-4820515582912053108?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4820515582912053108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=4820515582912053108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4820515582912053108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4820515582912053108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no place like home...&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4307989754329208618</id><published>2008-02-06T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:21:30.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tsunami the band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>An update on this weekend and this week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jeff and I had planned to travel to St. Louis on Friday to spend some time celebrating birthdays with my sister, her boyfriend, my mom, and my step-dad.  (Mine was the 3rd, Erin's is the 8th, and Jeff's is the 14th.)  After a long decision-making process, we decided not to go because of the weather.  We were in the midst of a winter storm, as was most of Illinois.  Jeff and I ended up hanging out around home for most of the day Friday, then we went to dinner at Casa del Rio (our favorite Mexican restaurant here) and to see the movie "27 Dresses."  So we had our celebration for my birthday before the weekend because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday was Youth Sunday, so the members of the youth group led all three worship services.  They were greeters, ushers, readers, and preachers among other things.  It was fun to work with them, and they did an excellent job!  Our band, Tsunami, led music at all three worship services, as well.  That meant Michael, Michelle, and Christopher had to be at the church an hour before their normal Sunday morning time, and stay for an extra hour.  Also, they had to shlep some of their equipment back and forth between the sanctuary and fellowship hall.  They sounded great, and were good sports about the extra time and effort.  Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Also, Sunday evening was the youth group Super Bowl party.  A couple from the church were wonderful hosts for the party.  They opened up their basement for us to watch the game and eat our food.  I was cheering for the Patriots, but mostly because I wanted to be cheering against certain people who were also at the party.  I did think it would be neat for them to go undefeated for the season, but I have to admit it's pretty cool for the Manning family for Eli to have won.  Jeff made a lemon cake complete with candles to share with the youth at the party for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I went to have a thyroid ultrasound.  I had some routine blood work done last week that showed some abnormality in my thyroid and also anemia.  The thing about the ultrasound is that I have issues with people touching my throat.  Maybe it's a singer thing, but I really dislike anyone even having their hands remotely close to the front of my throat.  I don't even let Jeff.  And this ultrasound was icky gel and a device operated by someone I don't know, all on my throat.  Really it was worse in the build-up than in the actual scan.  I also gave a blood sample to figure out the anemia.  I don't get the results for either until sometime next week, so if you're the praying type, that would be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-4307989754329208618?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4307989754329208618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=4307989754329208618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4307989754329208618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4307989754329208618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/02/update-on-this-weekend-and-this-week.html' title='An update on this weekend and this week...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-8907294699751543185</id><published>2008-01-30T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:29:24.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Carried Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day last week, I had a phone call from someone Nancy (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridgeumc.org/"&gt;RUMC&lt;/a&gt;'s Administrative Assistant) didn't recognize, so she put them into my voicemail.  Meanwhile, Kathy (Christian Ed.) and I were having a conversation about how great it would be to get a big-name Christian artist or band to come to our church.  Eventually, I got around to listening to the voice mail.  It was a woman named Jane, calling to let me know about this group, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carriedaway.ca/"&gt;Carried Away&lt;/a&gt;, who would be doing a promotional tour for their cd between March and June.  I went to their website to check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R6DQBVijbKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xODbf_COn4s/s1600-h/carried+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R6DQBVijbKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xODbf_COn4s/s200/carried+away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161353894347107490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Their first album, released in 2005, won "Pop/Contemporary Album of the Year" at the GMA Covenant Awards in Canada.  Their second album came out last summer.  Their producer has also been involved with &lt;a href="http://www.barlowgirl.com/index.htm"&gt;BarlowGirl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.outofedenonline.com/"&gt;Out of Eden&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, long story a little shorter, I called to talk to Jane and actually talked with Colleen, one of the members of the band.  Turns out Jane is her mom.  The group is Colleen, her sister Pam, and their cousin Christine.  I've emailed the guy who handles their bookings (their brother-in-law) to see about having them come to &lt;a href="http://www.ridgeumc.org/"&gt;Ridge&lt;/a&gt; for worship and evening concert.  So keep your eyes and ears open for more information.  I'm super excited for the possibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-8907294699751543185?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8907294699751543185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=8907294699751543185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8907294699751543185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8907294699751543185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/01/carried-away.html' title='Carried Away'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R6DQBVijbKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xODbf_COn4s/s72-c/carried+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-8432337451725086833</id><published>2008-01-26T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:35:32.592-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Slither and the cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeff and I watched the movie &lt;a href="http://www.slithermovie.net/"&gt;"Slither"&lt;/a&gt; tonight.  I don't want to speak for Jeff, but I think we reacted differently to the movie.  I understand that it is supposed to be a funny horror movie, but there are reasons why I don't usually watch scary movies.  Mostly because I keep running scenes through my mind, unlike Jeff who can pretty much be done with the movie with the last scene.  There were certain parts of scenes that really bothered me as a woman--much like a rape scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After we finished the movie and were heating up some dinner, I had the song "The Old Rugged Cross" going through my mind, as well as some of the bothersome images from the movie.  I'm sure there's some correlation between the two, but I haven't figured it out yet.  Still, it's a little creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-8432337451725086833?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8432337451725086833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=8432337451725086833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8432337451725086833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8432337451725086833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/01/slither-and-cross.html' title='Slither and the cross'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-3917692297711192493</id><published>2008-01-26T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:05:13.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>The Clinger Family website</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today Jeff and I created a new website!  Check it out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theclingerfamily.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;www.theclingerfamily.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3917692297711192493?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3917692297711192493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3917692297711192493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3917692297711192493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3917692297711192493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/01/clinger-family-website.html' title='The Clinger Family website'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6601623533166096621</id><published>2008-01-10T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:48:00.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>pictures...finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here are pictures that summarize our Christmas and New Years trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594049559823&amp;amp;site=widget-0f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=72057594049559823&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p1/72057594049559823/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I'll try to do that later today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "Christmas" and ringing in the new year with my mom's family in Manhattan, we had "Christmas" with my dad and step-mom in Topeka.  Sadly, Erin and Jay were only able to stay through New Year's Day because Jay had meetings in St. Louis on the 2nd.  But it was great to spend quality sleepover time with them in my mom's living room!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we headed to Lawrence to spend the rest of our time with Jeff's parents.  It was a busy and high-tech couple of days for us.  Thursday the KU Jayhawks played Virginia Tech in the Orange Bowl, and won!  I watched most of the game, some of it through closed eyelids, but it was a fun time.  We met friends in KC on Friday, had lunch with a family friend Saturday, and had dinner with some friends of Barb and John Saturday night--so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb had Sunday off, so we enjoyed sleeping in, and went to &lt;a href="http://www.cor.org/"&gt;The United Methodist Church of the Resurrection&lt;/a&gt; for their Sunday night worship service.  I've been to the church before, but this was the first time I've been a part of their worship.  It was interesting to see "big church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we learned a couple of things:&lt;br /&gt;#1--take the dog's car harness, even if you don't think you need it&lt;br /&gt;#2--take the dog's crate, even if you think you don't need it&lt;br /&gt;#3--packing meals for the drive makes stop times less lengthy&lt;br /&gt;#4--time with family is good&lt;br /&gt;#5--coming home is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3909076189077802188?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3909076189077802188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3909076189077802188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3909076189077802188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3909076189077802188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-785127225595555249</id><published>2008-01-01T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:28:59.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been an eventful week in the Clinger household.  Christmas Eve was lovely, and I hope you all got to experience our mid-evening greeting!  (See my last post.)  My Christmas present from Jeff was tickets to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra in Cincinnati, including a stay with my aunt Michelle, uncle Tom, and three cousins.  I'll post pictures of our time with them when I have a chance to upload them.  Too cute!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We came back to Indiana long enough to get packed for Kansas and lead services Sunday morning, then we hit the road again to drive to Kansas!  (In case you're wondering, I did at least half of the driving, and even made it as far as KC before falling asleep...quite the accomplishment!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We hung out with some of my extended family yesterday and then rang in the new year at my mom's.  Some of those pictures I will post, and not others. ;-)   Let's just say Jeff cannot be trusted with the camera.  I did make it to the new year, although I got some quick naps on the couch mid-evening.  Today we're headed to Topeka to see my dad and step-mom.  Then we're pretty much unscheduled, except for seeing some friends and heading to Lawrence Thursday to spend the rest of our time with Jeff's folks.  I love vacation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't have anything terribly thoughtful for the new year, just wishing you a happy one and sending warm fuzzies!  I'll post pics sometime later in the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-785127225595555249?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/785127225595555249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=785127225595555249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/785127225595555249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/785127225595555249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4712218917646628487</id><published>2007-12-25T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:11:13.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinger Family Christmas Greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27ebb3c652cec65a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-1398698174970033433</id><published>2007-12-20T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:17:45.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today Jeff and I went back up to &lt;a href="http://www.garrett.edu/welcome.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;Garrett&lt;/a&gt; with a member of &lt;a href="http://www.ridgeumc.org"&gt;Ridge Church&lt;/a&gt;.  She is looking at starting either there or Asbury in the fall.  It was great to be back.  We don't think we've been back to campus since graduation.  It's crazy how those two and a half years have passed so quickly!  Many of the offices have moved, the apartments have been renovated, and they'll be doing more renovations in the fall.  But many of the people are still there, and we got a warm welcome.  It kind of felt like a home-coming of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that although there has been change, it is still the same place with lots of the same faces.  It's kind of like going home.  For Jeff and I, going "home" isn't back to the houses where we grew up, but it's going back to the place where the people are, no matter where that is.  It's the people that make home "home."  And yet, there are so many memories wrapped up in the places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's where our friend Sara used to live." &lt;br /&gt;"And that's Joey's old apartment."  &lt;br /&gt;"Lisa used to walk her rabbit Claude in the courtyard on a leash." &lt;br /&gt;"Remember ......?" &lt;br /&gt;"Kim's Kitchen has the best scones...so good!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the work that came with seminary.  Many times I struggled with not needing to put myself through some of the agony of grad school in order to do the job and be the person I felt I was called to do and be.  I know I'm better at my job (at least I have resources I wouldn't have had) and I know I'm a better person because of the relationships I had and the people I know because of my time there.  I miss that tight-knit community and the people who were such a part of our lives and who still are, no matter how long it has been since we've seen each other or talked last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1398698174970033433?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1398698174970033433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1398698174970033433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1398698174970033433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1398698174970033433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2015453151850920571</id><published>2007-12-20T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:59:16.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New "Twelve Days"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is probably the best version of the song I have ever heard.  It is a group from Indiana University in 1996, "Straight No Chaser."  The group still exists, with different members, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it appear as the video within my blog, but it was taking forever to load.  So follow the link below and enjoy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2015453151850920571?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2015453151850920571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2015453151850920571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2015453151850920571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2015453151850920571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-twelve-days_20.html' title='New &quot;Twelve Days&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2782746242949412863</id><published>2007-12-12T15:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:16:23.495-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>three Wise Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Someone sent this to me and I just had to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R2BPG9EwP0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/61Zgf3xqdL8/s1600-h/3+wise+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R2BPG9EwP0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/61Zgf3xqdL8/s400/3+wise+women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143197755349417794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh goodness, it's funny cuz it's true!!  Happy Advent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Heather/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2782746242949412863?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2782746242949412863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2782746242949412863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2782746242949412863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2782746242949412863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-wise-women.html' title='three Wise Women'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R2BPG9EwP0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/61Zgf3xqdL8/s72-c/3+wise+women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-474336504058073024</id><published>2007-11-29T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:36:34.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Funny Jesus videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was looking for videos to use in church during Advent, and I came across these.  I don't think I'll suggest using them in church, but I wanted to share, so here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8_JA3MnQEQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8_JA3MnQEQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3o3b876a1U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3o3b876a1U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo5u45yY-qc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo5u45yY-qc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-474336504058073024?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/474336504058073024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=474336504058073024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/474336504058073024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/474336504058073024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-jesus-videos.html' title='Funny Jesus videos'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-5649067986786405547</id><published>2007-11-21T14:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:30:47.362-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Dog-sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Below are some pictures I took of Kayla and Bailey.  This one couldn't have been better if I had tried to pose them like this myself, although it is a little blurry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0SRRuzTWNI/AAAAAAAAADY/NzZqmS-Q184/s1600-h/DSCF0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0SRRuzTWNI/AAAAAAAAADY/NzZqmS-Q184/s200/DSCF0005-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135389208916220114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here is Kayla helping herself to Bailey's bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0STIOzTWPI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZE8YEm-ovLw/s1600-h/DSCF0006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0STIOzTWPI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZE8YEm-ovLw/s200/DSCF0006-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135391244730718450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Share and share alike...Bailey helping herself to Kayla's toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0STkezTWQI/AAAAAAAAADw/Iqlo7cIK3Fg/s1600-h/DSCF0001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0STkezTWQI/AAAAAAAAADw/Iqlo7cIK3Fg/s200/DSCF0001-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135391730062022914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're getting to the point where the dogs are comfortable with the other one being around.  Kayla is seeming less like a puppy (hard to believe she's almost 5!) in comparison to 2-ish Bailey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8415759712803194430-5649067986786405547?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5649067986786405547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=5649067986786405547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5649067986786405547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5649067986786405547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/11/dog-sitting.html' title='Dog-sitting'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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/_Omc1HQjOf7M/R0SRRuzTWNI/AAAAAAAAADY/NzZqmS-Q184/s72-c/DSCF0005-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-7844031046045862870</id><published>2007-11-19T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:58:43.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Two dog house (night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon Jeff and I drove across to Tinley Park, IL, to pick up Bailey.  She is my cousin Kellie and Dustin's dog.  Bailey is also a beagle, but she and Kayla look very different.  I have pictures at home I'll post of the two of them this morning.  Anyway, we are dog-sitting for Bailey while her people house-hunt in Texas.  We took Kayla with us to Tinley since she typically does better meeting other dogs on their turf instead of hers.  The initial meeting went pretty well, and we got to have a nice visit with Kellie and Dustin.  We both also got some good hold time with 7-month-old Maisie.  So big!  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got the two of them home, pretty much both of them worn out in the back seat.  After leaving for part of youth group, I attempted what I thought was the impossible while Jeff finished up youth group: taking the two dogs outside at the same time.  Really, it went pretty well.  I thought with all the pulling and switching directions that Kayla does that either they or I would be tangled in the leashes, but not so!  I think we'll both be on "duty duty" at the same time for the week, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time last night was interesting.  Pretty much, Kayla usually sleeps curled against me, between Jeff and I, but Bailey thought she wanted to be there.  So there was a little time for establishing who was curling up where.  It ended up that I had a dog on either side of me, and I pretty much didn't move the whole night, for fear of shifting the balance of the universe.  (Really, it wasn't that bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Kayla has been around other dogs before, this is her first experience with a younger dog.  It's fun to watch.  Kayla plays with Bailey the same way we play with Kayla when she wants to play and we don't: taking a couple lunging steps toward her, watching her run off expecting to be followed, returning to what you were already doing, and repeating when the dog comes back.  Not a great description, it would be better in video but we don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun, and we're glad to help out family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-7844031046045862870?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7844031046045862870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=7844031046045862870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7844031046045862870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7844031046045862870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-dog-house-night.html' title='Two dog house (night)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-366874424027162510</id><published>2007-11-12T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:23:37.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>Early Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This month, Jeff and Steve are focusing their sermons on Hope, Joy, Peace, and Love.  It's a kind of early Advent.  Last week Steve preached on Hope, and yesterday Jeff preached on Joy.  I think today I experienced my own early Advent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my desk this afternoon, doing some thinking about and planning for Advent, I picked up the book "Searching for Shalom: Resources for Creative Worship" by Ann Weems.  I have used poems from "Kneeling in Bethlehem" for Advent candle lightings the past few years, and again this year.  I'm not entirely sure why I picked up the book.  Maybe I felt like I needed some inspiration.  In any case, I read the first poem, "Searching for Shalom" and started wondering what exactly shalom means.  I started with the Preface and I guess you could say I found myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           "Shalom is much more than my own personal prosperity...It's much more than a sense of well-being.  It's much more than quiet and calmness, much more than the absence of stress.  It's much more than the 'peace' you and I wish each other, much more than no war, no conflict, no violence, no arguing, no loud voices and no red faces.  It certainly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a peace that passes my own understanding.  Shalom is something that won't come from wishing on a star or keeping the rules.  It's nothing I can buy with wealth or power or prestige.  It's a gift, a gift that was promised.  It's something I keep searching for and hoping for, but something I know I can't have if you don't have it, you and all the yous out there in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while in college and seminary I struggled with depression.  The thing that made it hard was that I felt like my life really had been pretty good, and I didn't understand why I was feeling depressed, that I should be more joyful.  And that led to a downward spiral of guilt and bad feelings.  I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way I didn't feel depressed anymore.  I still struggle with feelings of guilt and depression, but it doesn't get in the way of other things like before.  But I still felt like I was "this close" to happiness...close, but not quite there.  It was like I knew there was this feeling, but I wasn't quite feeling it.  Sometimes in this time of year when the dark part of the day gets longer, I get this almost restless feeling, like I'm waiting for something, or waiting to get something that isn't coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jeff preached about Joy.  He talked about how Joy isn't a feeling of perpetual happiness.  He said Joy isn't putting on a smiley face for the person who asks how you are when you're really struggling and in agony inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hearing what Jeff had to say yesterday and reading the Preface to this book today, I realize that maybe Joy isn't those fleeting, happy moments, or trying to preserve those feelings.  Maybe it's knowing that we're all searching for, trying to create, and trying to hold onto those joy-filled moments, hoping for a time when they don't go away, when everyone experiences the same Shalom.  And until then, we have to experience those low times to appreciate and long for and truly yearn for the true Peace and Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-366874424027162510?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/366874424027162510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=366874424027162510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/366874424027162510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/366874424027162510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/11/early-advent.html' title='Early Advent'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-7123525707237848881</id><published>2007-10-22T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:37:53.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial-a-story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeff has &lt;a href="http://e-merginginindiana.blogspot.com/2007/10/dial-story.html"&gt;an entry&lt;/a&gt; on his blog about Dial-a-story, which you should read.  You should also call the number, just so you get some perspective.  It's definitely one of those things that will make you go "hmmm......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-7123525707237848881?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7123525707237848881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=7123525707237848881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7123525707237848881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7123525707237848881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/10/dial-story.html' title='Dial-a-story'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-7482807584681938963</id><published>2007-10-16T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:32:29.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems I have done it again.  Somehow I get on these dry spells of blogging.  It's not that I haven't had anything to blog about...workshops in Kansas City and ideas from that, the Clinger 5k, Christmas in September (what!?!), Chicago Marathon, blah blah blah.  I just haven't found a good way to share about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking today about fall.  It very much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; like fall outside my window, but it didn't so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like fall when I left the house this morning.   It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; like I should wear pants and a light sweater, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like I should wear capris and a short-sleeved shirt.  So today I wear what feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jeff and I ran yesterday, I saw a tree right across the street from our house that has turned a beautiful shade of dark dark red.  It was the first time I had seen the tree, not because it changed all of a sudden, but because we have had our blinds closed to the gray of outside.  Many times at work, I find myself gazing out the window, and have noticed the brown, orange, and yellow leaves on the ground all of a sudden this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as if fall is playing hide and seek, showing some glimpses of itself every now and then, and quickly ducking back behind summer.  It makes me think about how we need those times in our lives of transition, when we are aware that things are changing, but we can't yet see the change or what is to come.  It's not quite the heat of summer, and it is not yet the cold of winter.  May you find comfort in the midst of your changing season, however you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-7482807584681938963?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7482807584681938963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=7482807584681938963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7482807584681938963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/7482807584681938963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-5311349518386181504</id><published>2007-09-13T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:03:13.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>This Day in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...or happy 22nd birthday Super Mario Brothers.  It was "one of the first side-scrolling platform games" and is the best-selling video game of all time according to The Guiness Book of World Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not what a person might call a video game afficianado-- I don't know what the alternatives were are or to side-scrolling video games.  But I did take a few turns at SMB at my cousins' house every now and then.  I much preferred Duck Hunt, I was way better at shooting fake ducks and discs than rescuing princesses.  And now I have a thing about not liking guns, but for some reason that game didn't seem to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lately been very interested in the "This Day in History" stuff.  I'm of the mind that you have to know where you've been to know where you're going.  Not a great mantra for driving, but I think it works most other times.  While I believe that very strongly, I didn't enjoy history in school until a class I took in college.  No offense, but maybe it was the teachers and the way it was taught.  I didn't even retain much from my music history class.  I think I just like knowing the stories and the way things connect rather than having to remember when specifically something happened.  So if you ask me at some point in the future what day Super Mario Brothers was released I won't know.  But I can remember it and appreciate how far video gaming has come since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-5311349518386181504?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5311349518386181504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=5311349518386181504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5311349518386181504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5311349518386181504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-day-in-history.html' title='This Day in History'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-379341799633839948</id><published>2007-08-28T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:31:34.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Is it really this bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is another post about a blog I read, &lt;a href="http://worshipideas.blogspot.com/2007/08/committing-murder.html"&gt;worshipideas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Don Chapman is the blogger, and he has several websites that are really fantastic resources.  You can read his latest blog at the kink above.  Basically, he is bemoaning the fact that "good worship leaders are hard to find."  It sounds to me like he has had a run-in with a person who leads worship and has fallen from the wagon on some issue or another.  He sites some examples of folks who have been fired from their position, mostly for reasons pertaining to their personal life, and then hired by another church who knows about their checkered past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My issue with his post has several layers. &lt;br /&gt;#1--What about grace and forgiveness?  Hate the sin, love the sinner; forgive 70x7 times, and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2--Are "good" worship leaders really that rare?  And if so, what does that say for the worship of the people they are charged with leading? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3--Am I one of the good ones, or the unknowing bad ones?  I'm not looking for compliments or patting myself on the back here, I'm really curious.  It's a soul-searching question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4--How can the Church raise up and encourage good worship leaders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, more often that not I "hear" leaders in the church moaning about the fact that "their" worship is losing ground.  Traditionalists are scared that many schools are cutting organ programs and so organists are harder and harder to find, especially good, trained ones who are sensitive to worship needs instead of a recital each week.  Contemporary (what I would venture to call "boomer") worship folks like Don are scared of the same thing for worship and music leaders in their services.  Choir directors continue to see numbers shrink as the average age increases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many folks see the worship pendulum swinging back toward traditional worship, especially with the interest in ancient-future worship and the emerging/emergent church and worship movements.  No one knows where we are headed.  My hope is that no matter what "style" our worship ends up looking like, I just hope that we can continue to have integrity in our worship and continue to reach out to the "least, lost, and last" in our churches and communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-379341799633839948?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/379341799633839948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=379341799633839948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/379341799633839948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/379341799633839948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-really-this-bad.html' title='Is it really this bad?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-5023433527963720273</id><published>2007-08-13T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:59:45.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Praying the Psalms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;One of the blogs I subscribe to is a daily devotional based on a Psalm.  It starts at one and cycles through them numerically, then starts again on one.  Today's reading was &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Psalm+42&amp;version1=65"&gt;Psalm 42&lt;/a&gt;.  It is one of the Psalms of lament, in which the author cries out to God, this time feeling deserted by God.  As I was reading this, it really resonated with me.  It speaks to my frustration in leading worship when I don't feel like worshiping myself--how in the world am I supposed to lead other people in worship when I am not in a "worship mood" yourself?  Those days when there were sound issues caused by the gremlins that no one knows how it happened or why, or when I'm just plain in a bad mood?  In a more broad sense, how, as a leader in any context, do you lead during the times you feel more like following someone else's lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's those days when I'm tempted to just shut up and sing, which is different from the days when I don't know what to say so I don't say much.  It's a challenge for me, but I'm learning that it is those same days when "my soul wants to sing the blues" that I have to trust that God can still use me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I love about the Psalms--the ones singing God's praise are right next to the ones crying out to God in anger, frustration, sadness, worry, you name it.  They are both healthy reactions as they balance each other out.  How do you find balance in your relationship with God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-5023433527963720273?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5023433527963720273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=5023433527963720273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5023433527963720273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/5023433527963720273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/08/praying-psalms.html' title='Praying the Psalms'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-1407936307173549945</id><published>2007-08-09T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:32:08.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>St. Louis pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Below is a slide show of pictures from our trip to see my sister, Erin, and her boyfriend, Jay, last weekend in St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-d5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-d5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594048833493&amp;site=widget-d5.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=72057594048833493&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d5.slide.com/p1/72057594048833493/ms_t025_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=72057594048833493&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d5.slide.com/p2/72057594048833493/ms_t025_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1407936307173549945?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1407936307173549945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1407936307173549945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1407936307173549945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1407936307173549945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/08/st-louis-pictures.html' title='St. Louis pictures'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-3314266468690342749</id><published>2007-08-06T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:40:12.044-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Re-centering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I did something I'm ashamed to say I haven't done for a while.  I spent some time in devotion with The Upper Room Devotional Guide.  Usually, I come in to work and start checking email or doing things on my to-do list.  Today, however, I read a passage in Proverbs about seeking Wisdom in God, read the short devotion for today in the guide, then I spent some time praying.  It was really refreshing, and I forget how centering and focusing it is.  I think sometimes that I should have this fabulously strong faith and belief since I work in a church and lead worship, that I should be the example for the congregation and the world.  Most of the time, it seems it is the other way around for me.  I know that places a lot of guilt and expectation on me, some of which is unreasonable and self-centered.  But the reality is, I can't lead or plan worship well when I am not seeking a deeper relationship with God.  No matter if your belief about the Bible, whether it is literal or not, it is still full of time-tested truths that help us in our search for the Truth, and connecting with God is vital to connecting with others in worship.  And that's something I want to do more and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3314266468690342749?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3314266468690342749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3314266468690342749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3314266468690342749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3314266468690342749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-centering.html' title='Re-centering'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-9036725545153572900</id><published>2007-08-02T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:48:27.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copyright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Copyright</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I belong to an email list called "Methodist Musicians."  As the name suggests, it is for musicians, but is not limited to Methodists.  There are always a variety of discussion threads, some of which have a habit of recurring every now and then.  Today (or maybe yesterday) it was copyright law.  Now, this is pretty much the bane of any musician's existence.  It is so convoluted that not even publishing companies can/will give you a straight, correct answer that would not be contradicted by the same company in the future.  We're talking about not letting couples record their wedding, not allowing parents to record their child's first solo, not recording the service to take to shut-ins, buying at least two copies of anything for a soloist to play, and buying one copy per notebook for the band.  All of this on a limited budget in a church that currently is existing in a deficit situation, but wants new, fresh music for worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I know why the copyright law exists--it is, in the best sense, to protect the composer/artists who write the songs and to provide them with fair compensation for their work.  No one is arguing that this is a bad thing.  But we have gotten ourselves into a whole stinking mess, and some of it has to do with new technologies.  Probably before the advent of computers or copiers this was less of a problem, but I can't know that for sure.  And stuff on the internet is its own mess and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that if I find a song I want the band to play, for instance, and it is not in a "comfortable" singing or playing key, I can't just change the chords and move on with my life.  So the bottom line is, I will try to comply and understand why it is the way it is, and still curse its existence.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-9036725545153572900?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/9036725545153572900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=9036725545153572900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/9036725545153572900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/9036725545153572900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/08/copyright.html' title='Copyright'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2928058751931148471</id><published>2007-07-26T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:17:09.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><title type='text'>Happy 18th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No, it's not my 18th birthday.  I reached a new low in my weight-loss!  I suppose one could argue that technically since I had previously surpassed this weight, that it is not in fact a new low, but that's how I'm looking at it.  Yesterday when I weighed myself I was down 18 pounds since January 1!  Woo hoo!  That's pretty exciting!  I'm wearing clothes in sizes I haven't worn since high school, and that's fun!  I feel really good, have more energy, and although I wouldn't say I lacked confidence, I feel a renewed sense of self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it, but I'm pretty excited about that!  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2928058751931148471?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2928058751931148471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2928058751931148471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2928058751931148471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2928058751931148471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-18th.html' title='Happy 18th!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4023321751852095642</id><published>2007-07-22T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:32:28.497-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Cubs game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, Trish and I went to the Cubs game.  Jeff and I were offered tickets but he couldn't go since he's on the mission trip.  They were great seats!  Trish took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons &lt;/span&gt;of pictures.  You can see some of them below.  Dennis Miller sang at the 7th inning stretch, and little boy behind us got a foul ball that was hit toward us. After the game we headed back to catch the SouthShore train and found we had an hour and a half to kill before the next train, so we walked around Millennium Park, played at the bean for a while, and watched the kids at the face fountains.  Fun times!!  It was really great to have some girl time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-e9.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594048723433&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=be&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=72057594048723433&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p1/72057594048723433/be_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=be&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=72057594048723433&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p2/72057594048723433/be_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-4023321751852095642?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4023321751852095642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=4023321751852095642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4023321751852095642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4023321751852095642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/cubs-game.html' title='Cubs game'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6223195936822596090</id><published>2007-07-19T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:19:17.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBS'/><title type='text'>VBS pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594048704207&amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=72057594048704207&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/72057594048704207/un_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=72057594048704207&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/72057594048704207/un_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-6223195936822596090?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6223195936822596090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=6223195936822596090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6223195936822596090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6223195936822596090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/vbs-pics.html' title='VBS pics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4379215008074265407</id><published>2007-07-19T14:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:01:14.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/Rp_E_6BiJ9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pfGAtJQ3350/s1600-h/100_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/Rp_E_6BiJ9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pfGAtJQ3350/s320/100_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089002706138441682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is our new car.  I think Jeff has named it "Baby Jay"  (short for Jayhawk....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-4379215008074265407?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4379215008074265407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=4379215008074265407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4379215008074265407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4379215008074265407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-car.html' title='New Car'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/Rp_E_6BiJ9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pfGAtJQ3350/s72-c/100_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-1705088894763955979</id><published>2007-07-18T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:56:39.915-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBS'/><title type='text'>planes, cars, and hot air balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After much searching, waiting, phone calls, and emails, last night Jeff and I purchased a new car. It is a Nissan Versa, sapphire blue. It's pretty cute and zippy! I don't have pictures yet, but if I can remember I'll take some tonight and post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planes and Hot Air Balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is VBS week at the church. Our theme is "Lift off!" and I'm in charge of "Sky Songs" along with my fabulous youth helpers. Lindsey, Michelle, and Amanda are absolutely fantastic. Their energy keeps me going. Wednesday is usually the hardest day...I really felt like I was dragging myself in this morning. There are a lot of motions to the songs this year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of jumping (as we "lift off," get it?), so it is pretty much like three hours of aerobics every day this week! It is so much fun to watch the kids and to see their enthusiasm. It's neat to see the "vbs kids," the ones who don't regularly come to our church, but we see them every year at VBS. I hope that we truly help build a foundation for them that lasts for years beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going home to take a nap. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1705088894763955979?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1705088894763955979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1705088894763955979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1705088894763955979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1705088894763955979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/bought-new-car.html' title='planes, cars, and hot air balloons'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6624132267496617465</id><published>2007-07-13T12:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:37:03.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Anniversary pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures from our anniversary celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfEMKBiJ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/WK2yTzykpI0/s1600-h/DSCF0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfEMKBiJ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/WK2yTzykpI0/s320/DSCF0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086750017266526098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the top of the first crest of the trail at Indiana Dunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfEpaBiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/c9A73C7L5vE/s1600-h/DSCF0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfEpaBiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/c9A73C7L5vE/s320/DSCF0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086750519777699746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relaxing after hiking through the sand dunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfFWKBiJ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/0MwgA9znP9E/s1600-h/DSCF0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfFWKBiJ7I/AAAAAAAAACA/0MwgA9znP9E/s320/DSCF0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086751288576845746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At the Round Barn vineyard in Michigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfF3KBiJ8I/AAAAAAAAACI/HbamAJfJspI/s1600-h/DSCF0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfF3KBiJ8I/AAAAAAAAACI/HbamAJfJspI/s320/DSCF0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086751855512528834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Putting our feet in Lake Michigan at New Buffalo, MI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-6624132267496617465?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6624132267496617465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=6624132267496617465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6624132267496617465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6624132267496617465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/anniversary-pics.html' title='Anniversary pics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RpfEMKBiJ5I/AAAAAAAAABw/WK2yTzykpI0/s72-c/DSCF0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-3742911716778007291</id><published>2007-07-12T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:20:16.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>Sold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night Jeff and I sold our 1995 Honda Accord to Carmax.  I found myself being strangely emotional about it as I drove behind him, thinking back to when we were a one-car, just-married couple.  We took that car on our honeymoon, where we were hit in a post office parking lot.  It took several trips between Evanston and Kansas, then Whiting and Kansas.  Probably there is still some of Kayla's hair in it--that was the car we used to transport her.  Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like such an "adult" thing to do, selling the car.  Neither of us had sold a car before last night.  I find myself having more and more of these "adult" moments and I think that must mean that I'm an adult, and I know I am, but it sometimes feels weird to call myself an adult.  And I feel oh-so-cliche that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will test-drive Nissan Versas and Mazda 3, both hatchback--excuse me, 5 door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be willing to bet that as long as we can find what we want, we will have a new car before the weekend is over.  That's kind of how Jeff works.  He gets fixated (he used the word "obsessed") and focused on something until it sometimes gets to the point when I want to say, look, just do it and get on with things.  Not that it frustrates me, I just don't get that wrapped up in decisions.  Ok, well, I like to mull over decisions for a while, but he can take it to a whole other level.  And that's one of the things that I like about him.  So my prediction is that we'll be a two-car couple again before the weekend is over, or at least by the time he leaves for Louisiana next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3742911716778007291?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3742911716778007291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3742911716778007291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3742911716778007291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3742911716778007291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/sold.html' title='Sold!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-327758167359354448</id><published>2007-07-05T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T13:05:01.233-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday and Monday Jeff and I went away to celebrate our fifth anniversary.  Sometimes it feels like more, sometimes less, but always an adventure.  It truly is a gift to be able to share life's adventures, ups and downs, with my best buddy!  Lots of times I think I got the better end of the deal, but don't let on that I know. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our time away by going to the Indiana Dunes and hiking a couple of the trails there.  If you haven't been there, this is like huge piles of fine sand near Lake Michigan.  I'm sure it's more than that, but that's what I saw.  It was really neat to be in nature.  Sometimes it felt like we were really out in the middle of nowhere and then we would pass other people.  It was a nice change of pace!  We decided to take the 1.5 mile "rugged" trail, and let me tell you, there were points on the trail that kicked my butt.  Walking almost vertical up a hill of sand is not easy!  These last couple of months of walking, biking, and running were really helpful in not having to stop as much on our way up the hills.  Once we got to the Lake, we took a "moderate" trail, which was a good thing, because I'm not sure my knees could have finished the rugged trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice dinner and stayed at a lovely B&amp;amp;B in Valparaiso.  Then Monday we headed up to Michigan to do some wine tasting!  We did winery tours and wine tastings in Missouri for our honeymoon, so it brought back good memories. We went to a couple places we had found online, and a couple that were recommended by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between this weekend and our stop at Oliver on our way to Bloomington a few weeks ago, our wine rack is stocked to the point that we don't have room for all of our wine!  Some of our friends helped us remedy that a little last night as we celebrated the 4th of July, but that is for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-327758167359354448?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/327758167359354448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=327758167359354448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/327758167359354448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/327758167359354448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-and-monday-jeff-and-i-went-away.html' title='Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4943102137749185161</id><published>2007-06-27T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:03:26.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>short again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did it.  I guess to be completely accurate, I had Christopher do it.  My hair is short again.  Not as short as it was two years ago at my seminary graduation, but much shorter than it was yesterday.  It's fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I do have a few post-haircut regrets, just from the change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now when I start to doubt my decision, I have to remind myself that I can't undo it, and that I've been wanting to do it for a while now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm learning again what it means to have short hair.  Thinking differently about how to keep it out of my face since I can't pull it into a ponytail or clip (very well).  I did adjust the amount of shampoo and conditioner I used, which I was proud of myself for doing in an odd way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is me with my new short haircut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RoL6qHy6w-I/AAAAAAAAABg/3qYnHgo_4mE/s1600-h/DSCF0247-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RoL6qHy6w-I/AAAAAAAAABg/3qYnHgo_4mE/s200/DSCF0247-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080898931181405154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8415759712803194430-4943102137749185161?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4943102137749185161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=4943102137749185161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4943102137749185161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4943102137749185161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-again.html' title='short again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RoL6qHy6w-I/AAAAAAAAABg/3qYnHgo_4mE/s72-c/DSCF0247-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-3932388630027904930</id><published>2007-06-21T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:18:54.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tsunami the band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Reinvigorating Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I seem to blog in spurts.  Oh well.  Here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently purchased and watched a dvd by Paul Baloche, who wrote the song "Open the Eyes of My Heart."  It is an instructional workshop on worship vocals.  They covered everything from microphone use and selection to blending, harmony, style, and warm-ups.  The warm-up they recommended is the same one I use with my kids choir!  It's fun.  Anyway, I digress.  It is fabulously done and I intend to share it with each of the vocalists in our worship band.  I am also thinking alternatively of having a "showing" at my house for our vocalists along with popcorn and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, I also purchased the worship band workshop dvd.  I plan on sharing this with the instrumentalists in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that watching these workshops will help to help us take the band to the next level in a way that I by myself cannot explain, incorporating ideas from everyone in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3932388630027904930?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3932388630027904930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3932388630027904930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3932388630027904930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3932388630027904930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/06/reinvigorating-singing.html' title='Reinvigorating Singing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2251119724483706954</id><published>2007-06-12T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:14:28.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm so proud of her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend I had the privilege to return to Kansas to watch and participate in my mom's ordination.  This is the capstone to an 8-year adventure for her through seminary and the long, drawn out &lt;a href="http://www.umc.org"&gt;UMC&lt;/a&gt; ordination process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew out Friday morning and stayed through Saturday evening.  Got to watch her do her techie thing at annual conference, share just "us" time (which we don't get a lot of), and reconnect with some extended family at the ceremony and reception afterwards.  Going home is fun, but the short trips like this make me wish we were closer.  ah well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2251119724483706954?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2251119724483706954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2251119724483706954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2251119724483706954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2251119724483706954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-proud-of-her.html' title='I&apos;m so proud of her!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-933987481800982254</id><published>2007-06-04T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:51:25.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UMC'/><title type='text'>North Indiana UMC Annual Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long time, no post.  I wouldn't say I've been too busy, but I just haven't really found anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last week at &lt;a href="http://www.nicumc.org/"&gt;North Indiana Annual Conference&lt;/a&gt;, the annual gathering of 1,000 United Methodist clergy and laity (the people in the pews) in the north half of Indiana.  I was a candidate for representing the Conference at &lt;a href="http://www.umc.org/site/c.lwL4KnN1LtH/b.2336161/k.1E1C/General_Conference_2008.htm"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; (once every 4 years the global &lt;a href="http://www.umc.org/"&gt;UMC&lt;/a&gt; gathers) or Jurisdictional Conference (a gathering of &lt;a href="http://karchives.umc.org/Directory/OneJurisdiction.asp?Jurisdiction=01&amp;mid=556&amp;amp;SearchFor=A"&gt;north central US UMCs&lt;/a&gt; every 4 years, in the summer after General Conference).  There was 1 young adult clergy and 1 lay youth elected to fill two of the 22 slots (10 clergy with 2 alternates, 10 laity with 2 alternates).  Don't get me wrong, that's good, but it doesn't say much for raising up leaders from youth and young adults within north Indiana.  There were also decisions passed and conversations about youth and youth adult ministries at Annual Conference that leave me feeling the neglect of my generation by the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really one to talk about God "tugging on my heart strings."  But if I were, I would think that was happening this week.  I did a lot of complaining last week.  It got to the point where I was asking myself why I continue to go to Annual Conference if I apparently don't like going.  And I came to the conclusion that I want to be a part of the leadership of the conference, and I want to see the best of the conference.  I want to see the ministry of the Young Adult council thrive, but I honestly don't see myself leading that.  (I know, I know, every pastor and leader's nightmare--someone else who has ideas but doesn't want to carry them out.)  But it's not that I don't want to carry them out, it's that I don't see my gifts in that area.  I want to see the ministry thrive, so I'll be a part of the ministry, but I think others would be better at leading it.  A cop out?....maybe, but that's where I am.  So, I need to spend some time discerning how I want to get involved to a deeper level.  Some prayers for that would be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-933987481800982254?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/933987481800982254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=933987481800982254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/933987481800982254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/933987481800982254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/06/north-indiana-umc-annual-conference.html' title='North Indiana UMC Annual Conference'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2747249894402275296</id><published>2007-05-07T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:26:52.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Hi-larious commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...once you forget the grossness of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw this commercial for Travelers Insurance last night while I was watching a Saturday Night Live special, and I laughed so hard I cried!  I haven't laughed that hard in a looong time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mp7Uc5a_XRE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mp7Uc5a_XRE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2747249894402275296?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2747249894402275296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2747249894402275296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2747249894402275296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2747249894402275296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-larious-commercial.html' title='Hi-larious commercial'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2514502282041860738</id><published>2007-04-20T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:18:17.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Seriously weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this from my grandmother this morning.  And as one who doesn't really relish forwarding forwards but still wanting to share it, here it is.  It is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR AGE BY EATING OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat!  It takes less than a minute.  Work it out as you read.  Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to eat out. (More than one but less than 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Multiply it by 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1757...&lt;br /&gt;   If you haven't, add 1756.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You should have a three digit number.&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;  The first digit was your original number (i.e. how many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next two numbers are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         YOUR AGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of stuff is absolutely crazy to me.  I don't get it, but it fascinates me...I know, simple minds and all...but the part of me that almost wanted to be a math major in college really loves this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2514502282041860738?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2514502282041860738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2514502282041860738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2514502282041860738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2514502282041860738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/04/seriously-weird.html' title='Seriously weird'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2259159933968760219</id><published>2007-04-18T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:49:31.130-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The first of the next generation of my extended family arrived yesterday.  My cousin, Kellie, gave birth to a baby girl, Maisie Ann.  My uncle sent pictures, and they both look great!  I'm looking forward to going over to Tinley this weekend to see them, if they're ready for visitors.  (This means I'm horribly behind on the blanket I was working on for her, but don't tell her, because it's a secret.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to me.  I've recently become very interested in the whole pregnancy-birth process.  I just really don't understand how we come to be.  And I also don't see how people can not believe in God or a higher power when looking at the miracle of life.  Even as I look at my window at the grass that seems to have suddenly gone from brown to green, life is all around us.  I can't believe it all came to be spontaneously.  I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have a hard time really seeing God working in my life, especially as I'm looking at the present.  But as I look at my life up to this point in retrospect, I can see so many ways that God has set my way for me.  I'm not one to say God actively shapes my life, but that God knows me so intimately well that he already knows the decisions I will make.  It's sort of a pre-destined free will, if that makes any sense.  Some might argue it doesn't, but it definitely shows my Presbyterian upbringing coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is completely amazing to me that the God who made the universe in its vastness made even the gnat and all of intricacies of our ecosystem, and made sure that all of the different systems in our body to do the jobs they do that keep up moving and functioning in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2259159933968760219?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2259159933968760219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2259159933968760219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2259159933968760219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2259159933968760219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/04/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-3353461955166032653</id><published>2007-04-13T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:25:32.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend I am playing bachelorette.  (can I say that?  well, I just did.)  Jeff is in Phoenix for a friend's wedding.  I was originally going to go with him, but it turns out that I would have only had two vacation days left for the rest of 2007 (since we went to NOLA).  He did a really good job of not rubbing it in that he would be in gorgeous weather for the weekend.  I think it's supposed to get warmer here, too, so I'm looking forward to maybe riding my bike this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been nice, especially compared to the craziness of last week.  (I like Holy Week, but I'm glad it just comes once a year.)  I've allowed myself some time away from work by taking Wednesday off.  And although I went to work early after dropping Jeff off at the airport yesterday, I took some time in the middle of the day instead of being at the church for 10 hours straight.  It feels really good to stray a little bit from my normal schedule.  I even started the PowerPoint for Sunday early this week and actually finished it yesterday!  That really is a rare thing.  It almost feels weird to not have it hanging over my head.  Weird, but still really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice every once in a while to set a schedule and not really have to worry about what someone else is doing or what we should be doing together.  I'm not complaining, just enjoying the temporary change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-3353461955166032653?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3353461955166032653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=3353461955166032653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3353461955166032653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/3353461955166032653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-weekend-i-am-playing-bachelorette.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-6316432511608281505</id><published>2007-04-10T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:07:44.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter doin's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In some ways, I am still trying to get my bearings after Easter Sunday and Holy Week. The worship committee and a few helpers hosted (I guess that's the word) a Seder drama.  It was a lot of coordinating to make sure the various people had what they needed, and I'm thankful it's over.  On Good Friday, Jeff preached at our tenebrae service, and I sang part of "Lord of the Dance." (Jeff had me stop at the Good Friday part of the song and not go to the Easter verse.)  We had our normal three services on Easter, and I only had to worry about "my" service.  I had two handbell ringers at the other two services, but they are pros who were fantastic on their own!  After having a lovely Easter lunch at Applebee's, Jeff and I went home to watch some movies and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first watched &lt;a href="http://www.manoftheyearmovie.net/"&gt;Man of the Year&lt;/a&gt; (starring Robin Williams).  It was ok and somewhat predictable, but a good mindless movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next movie we watched was &lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/fastfoodnation/"&gt;Fast Food Nation&lt;/a&gt;.  Now, I have read the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060938455?v=glance"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;, and when I saw they were making a movie based on it, I couldn't figure out how they would do that with any kind of a plot.  I assumed it would be a documentary. Wrong. It was really good. They used all the information that Eric Schlosser included in the book, even showing the kill floor at the meat packaging plant. It had me thinking a lot about this high protein/low carbohydrate lifestyle that Jeff and I have been living for the last three months.  Really what it boils down to is that it made me feel guilty.  Which sucks because I really have been feeling healthy these last few months with paying attention to what I put in my body and exercising.  I really hate feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final movie we watched was &lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net/"&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/a&gt;.   I don't really recommend watching the last two movies in the same day.  I'm on a bit of a conscience overload.  It's really a lot to process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Jeff and I went to the website for An Inconvenient Truth after we watched the movie, and there is a link to a &lt;a href="http://www.nativeenergy.com/individuals.html"&gt;place that you can buy carbon offsets&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, we found that we produce more than the average American household in tons of carbon.  Really, this surprised me.  We drive together to work, we don't really travel all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much (except for trips back to Kansas).  Our gas and electric bills were calculated in, and I suppose that if we were a three or four person household that we might not use that much more but that what we use would be divided between more people.  But we figured up through the website how much we could pay to offset, and while it isn't as good as not having the output in the first place, it is a start for us while we continue to educate ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our Easter was nice and relaxing, but not really what I would call mental "down time."  At the same time, maybe in the midst of my winding down from the craziness of Easter, I experienced my own resurrection of conscience that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-6316432511608281505?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/6316432511608281505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=6316432511608281505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6316432511608281505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/6316432511608281505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-doins.html' title='Easter doin&apos;s'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-4735901816321075902</id><published>2007-03-25T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:05:10.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed a Tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After more than 11 years of having my driver's license, today I learned how to change a tire for the first time.  Sad?  Possibly, but better that I learn today than not at all.  And here I thought we were done having car issues.  We finally got both cars to pass the emissions tests so we can now get our license plates (which expired March 15th, so we have temporary permits) and here we have a flat tire.  In the grand scheme of things, I know this is not major, and I know that we are blessed to be able to afford a car for each of us.  However, I'm done with messing with cars for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-4735901816321075902?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4735901816321075902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=4735901816321075902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4735901816321075902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/4735901816321075902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/03/changed-tire.html' title='Changed a Tire'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2065274251164567689</id><published>2007-03-22T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:24:57.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last week Jeff and I took a vacation with our sisters down to the New Orleans area.  We worked Tuesday through Thursday and then headed down to the French Quarter to play for the weekend.  We spent St. Patrick's Day down there, and even got to be in a "parade!" (Ok, so we joined a wedding party processing down the street, but whatever!)  Below is the family we worked for in Slidell, the Atlows (minus Brandon and Erica, who were working).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RgMAORyM1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/rukkGZLqyyI/s1600-h/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RgMAORyM1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/rukkGZLqyyI/s320/DSCF0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044876252877215346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We were blessed to work with Carl Bauer, a man from Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was in week three of the six weeks he planned to be in Slidell helping with hurricane recovery.  In the picture, he's holding up the baby he found in the King Cake that Megan brought for us.  That means he's throwing the next Mardi Gras party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still so much clean up and restoration to be done that it truly is overwhelming, even a year and a half after the hurricane.  The good news is that the two women whose houses we worked on in September had been moved back into their houses before Christmas!  There are moments of hope in the midst of the devastation.  It makes me proud to be a part of an organization that has promised to be there for the 10-12 years predicted to recover.  (&lt;a href="http://new.gbgm-umc.org/umcor/"&gt;UMCOR&lt;/a&gt;, the disaster recovery agency of &lt;a href="http://www.umc.org/site/c.lwL4KnN1LtH/b.1353935/k.BE6A/Home.htm"&gt;The United Methodist Church&lt;/a&gt;, has made the commitment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we made the trip with our sisters, truly one we will talk about and remember for years to come.  We made some good memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2065274251164567689?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2065274251164567689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2065274251164567689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2065274251164567689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2065274251164567689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RgMAORyM1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/rukkGZLqyyI/s72-c/DSCF0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-8291763968174248591</id><published>2007-03-08T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:28:01.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeff and I have been on Atkins for a little over two months now.  Jeff has lost about 26 pounds, and I have lost 10.  Woo hoo!  Even though I had read the book and can see and feel the results, there was still that guilty part of me that thought "most of the world thinks this is bad for me."  But then, deet-de-de-dee (imagine a trumpet), lo and behold yesterday a study was published in the Journal of the American Medical Association that says women like me achieved better weight loss and health results while on Atkins.  Not that I doubted before, but it was just nice to see more support.  Dr. Mary Vernon, a family friend, is kind of the new Dr. Atkins and you can read her blog &lt;a href="http://rjr10036.typepad.com/askdrvernon/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, you can read the report from her blog &lt;a href="http://rjr10036.typepad.com/askdrvernon/files/jama.3.6.07.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, Jeff and I are getting ready to be on vacation, which means that we have bunches of things to get done before we leave (which I am currently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing).  We're going on a trip with our sisters, and this will be the first trip that the four of us have taken together.  I'm really excited!  Kayla will have a live-in buddy for the week, so that's a plus since we won't have to feel guilty about her being in the kennel.  In the meantime, trying to cram two weeks of work into one is exhausting.  Makes me really long for the vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-8291763968174248591?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8291763968174248591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=8291763968174248591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8291763968174248591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8291763968174248591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeff-and-i-have-been-on-atkins-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-2214124908019051680</id><published>2007-03-01T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:51:07.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do you do what you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday I led &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.myspace.com/nwidalit"&gt;Dalit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  I was originally going to lead last Monday, but we had technical difficulties and no one to lead this week, so we postponed me.  So Monday we watched &lt;a href="http://www.nooma.com"&gt;Nooma&lt;/a&gt; 004--"Sunday."  It asks the question why we do the things we do--what are our intentions?  Rob Bell, who leads the series, uses the example of bringing flowers to his wife.  If he acted like it was no big deal and it was his duty as husband, she no longer wants th flowers.  He equated this with God.  If we only give to God because we're suppose to, it isn't genuine, and God doesn't want it.  If we only do things, at home or anywhere, because we have to, where is the joy?  Don't get me wrong--we have to do some things, we don't have a choice, and we don't like them.  But can you find joy in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do you go to church (if you do)?  Why do you go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; church?  For all the things that bug you, why do you keep doing them?  Are there empty rituals in your life?  How can you bring meaning back to these routines and rituals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.garrett.edu"&gt;seminary&lt;/a&gt; professor of mine had one suggestions.  Several of us were talking about how we didn't feel like we had time to pray and fulfill our spiritual needs.  He suggested reclaiming time for daily prayer or devotions in other ways.  He suggested using your time in the shower as a personal renewal time--renewal of baptism or some other form.  As you're washing, you can think of giving yourself that rejuvination for your soul as well as your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think it is bad to have routines and rituals--we need them as humans.  It is when we have lost the meaning in them that becomes dangerous.  There is a certain comfort in not having to think about what it means when we say the Lord's Prayer--you just say it.  But we also need to be reminded of what we really are saying and what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do you do what you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-2214124908019051680?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2214124908019051680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=2214124908019051680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2214124908019051680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/2214124908019051680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-1471997458994386542</id><published>2007-02-19T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:29:53.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Youth Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was Youth Sunday at &lt;a href="http://www.ridgeumc.org"&gt;Ridge Church&lt;/a&gt;.  The youth read scripture, led prayers and music, and preached.  They did a great job!  Of course, nerves were an issue, but that's to be expected.  I was a nervous wreck because I played piano for a violin duet, and I think that was the first time I have ever accompanied instruments.  Plus, the whole youth group sang a song for Offering at all three services.  For all of the struggling I've done to get youth at choir and bell rehearsals, it was really neat to have so many voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again tonight I will be stepping out of my comfort zone to lead at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nwidalit"&gt;Dalit&lt;/a&gt; tonight.  We'll be watching a &lt;a href="http://www.nooma.com"&gt;Nooma&lt;/a&gt; video from Rob Bell, pastor of &lt;a href="http://www.marshill.org"&gt;Mars Hill Bible Church&lt;/a&gt; in Michigan.  They're short videos, each on a different topic.  This week is the fourth time we have used them for &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nwidalit"&gt;Dalit&lt;/a&gt;.  Tonight I plan on giving us enough time to get out of our back room at Rodney's and play pool, GoldenTee, darts, or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like leading discussions.  I feel like, if I had wanted to do that, I would have been a teacher or pastor, or something other than a musician.  I like using other people's words--it's less work and less intimidating.  Maybe it's lazy, too, but whatever, it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, my weatherbug says its 39.7 degrees outside!  That's warmer than it's been here in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;!  I hope some of this snow melts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1471997458994386542?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1471997458994386542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1471997458994386542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1471997458994386542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1471997458994386542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/02/youth-sunday.html' title='Youth Sunday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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-8415759712803194430.post-1534388961819963634</id><published>2007-02-14T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:35:42.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a snow day for Highland (our town), Munster (where we work), and pretty much everywhere else.  Word from folks who have spent lots of years in Da Region is that Highland and Munster never close, so this was a monumental day. Yesterday we got a lot of snow, possibly the most snow I've ever seen in one day.  This was our street this morning when we walked the dog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPA8k25gMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KB-4r6g31I4/s1600-h/DSCF0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPA8k25gMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KB-4r6g31I4/s320/DSCF0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031577355621597378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not plowed yet because all the other more major roads were worse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is the pile of snow moved from between rows of garages.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPBrU25gNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y6-GXWK7ACY/s1600-h/DSCF0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPBrU25gNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y6-GXWK7ACY/s320/DSCF0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031578158780481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between our house and garage is a small patio, about 12' square or so (I'm bad at guessing distances).  Anyway, when we walked the dog this morning we had to go out the front door because there was so much snow piled against our back door that we couldn't open it.    The next picture is from the garage looking into the patio, (not really a drift here) and then our grill, which lives on the patio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPGv025gQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2TtNgGf0fy8/s1600-h/DSCF0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPGv025gQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2TtNgGf0fy8/s320/DSCF0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031583733648032002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPD-E25gPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LAB7VHsrvuk/s1600-h/DSCF0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPD-E25gPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LAB7VHsrvuk/s320/DSCF0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031580679926284530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some people, that might not be a lot of snow, but it is for this city-girl from Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about it being a snow day was that today is also Jeff's birthday!  So we got to be at home for his birthday together!  We did some work, ate lunch, then I dropped him off at Border's while I went to the grocery store for a top-secret surprise.  I made him a flourless chocolate cake since we're watching sugar and carbs.  He was on to me a little bit, but he started doubting toward the end!  It's pretty hard to surprise your loved one with a chocolate cake when he's in the house as you're baking it.  But he stayed out of eye range and was surprised after all!  We had a lovely dinner of rosemary salmon and green beans, with the cake for dessert.  I'm so excited about being able to use the internet for low-carb or carb-free recipes!  It was such a great day, and the end is great, too, cuz the Jayhawks are playing the Buffalos right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure all the snow ruined some people's plans for Valentine's Day whether they were stuck at an airport or whatever, but I have to say that I loved it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-1534388961819963634?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1534388961819963634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=1534388961819963634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1534388961819963634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/1534388961819963634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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/_Omc1HQjOf7M/RdPA8k25gMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KB-4r6g31I4/s72-c/DSCF0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415759712803194430.post-8654840486201616956</id><published>2007-02-13T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:31:31.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Back in the saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, here I go again.  I think this is officially the fourth time I have established a website in my lifetime for getting my thoughts out to the world.  Yep, it's the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's snowing outside.  Isn't it interesting how we have insulated ourselves from the elements?  I'm so thankful for the walls, windows, and roof that is currently keeping me from becoming a part of the snow drifts outside my window.  Makes me think about people who aren't so lucky.  But I don't always think about them during the nice weather, just when it's convenient for me.  On the news I heard this morning about all of the accidents and slow-going on Chicago-land roadways, but not so much about the people trying to find shelter.  Admittedly, there has been some coverage since it has been so blasted cold recently, but what action happens when the news station interviews a shelter worker?  Are people coaxed into action?  I'm inclined to think no.  We hunker down and think "I'm so glad I don't have to worry about that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me randomly to another question: why do we build cities in places where the weather gets to crappy?  Not that it's perfect anywhere, but seriously, why build where snow, volcanoes, whatever other weather-ness can bring life to a halt, literally and figuratively?  Is there anywhere with really perfect conditions?  I don't know.  Weather fascinates me.  If I could stomach it, I would love to be a storm tracker, but really thunderstorms, and tornadoes freak me out waaay too much to be actively putting myself in their paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog, my corner of the www.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415759712803194430-8654840486201616956?l=singerclinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8654840486201616956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415759712803194430&amp;postID=8654840486201616956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8654840486201616956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415759712803194430/posts/default/8654840486201616956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singerclinger.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the saddle'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307920784697373403</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></feed>
