<?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-6050851</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:52:59.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em's Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>"The dove has neither claw nor sting nor weapon for the fight, she owes her beauty to the wing- her victory to flight. The bridegroom opens his arms of love, and in them folds the panting dove."
-unknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108639736763917089</id><published>2004-06-04T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:02:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post</title><summary type='text'>It's been a couple of weeks since I last posted. I have thought about this a lot and I've decided that I am going to stop blogging. This will be my last post. It's been good, refreshing, inspiring, thought-provoking, and a help mentally, emotionally and spiritually.Thank you for your input into my life, and for sharing this experience with me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108639736763917089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108639736763917089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108639736763917089' title='Last Post'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108555281013413087</id><published>2004-05-25T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T23:26:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend.</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long weekend… and it's good to be home. Actually, all of last week was very busy and the next few coming are just as full.Highlights:- We went to Nelson as friends of ours were getting married and I did all the photography. It was a medieval wedding so it was very beautiful and romantic. It was very overcast outside and very windy, which made all the girls' dresses flow and look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108555281013413087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108555281013413087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108555281013413087' title='Long Weekend.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108477277017331759</id><published>2004-05-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T22:46:10.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date week</title><summary type='text'>Things have been pretty busy lately. This coming week is hectic too. We have a friend visiting from Summerland and he came down because our friend Rigel had a CD release party for Crashsite's new CD In the Earth. It was a lot of fun. Weeks of work went into it and now it's over... but it was worth it. The guys rocked.I have a few shoots coming up next week. One newborn, one portrait, and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108477277017331759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108477277017331759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108477277017331759' title='Date week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108438448169905541</id><published>2004-05-12T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T10:57:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We got our car back the other day. So nice to have it all fixed up again! Jamie bought a digital camera last night for his birthday (early birthday present... he couldn't wait) So we'll be able to post little things like this so much easier now. I'm really excited about it. This picture is just an excuse to get some use out of it as there is nothing more exciting to photograph right now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108438448169905541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108438448169905541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438448169905541' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108429277873944082</id><published>2004-05-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T10:53:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's my latest...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108429277873944082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108429277873944082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429277873944082' title='Here&apos;s my latest...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108395913182625276</id><published>2004-05-07T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T12:49:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Revelation</title><summary type='text'>Well, Jamie stole my post idea for today...I guess I will post on it as it was my original revelation :)Last night at Thursday Group Rebecca was saying something about God give us the desires of our hearts. It's been a scripture that I've never understood fully. My thinking was why would God give us the desires of our hearts? I don't  know why it was hard for me to understand, it just was.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108395913182625276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108395913182625276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108395913182625276' title='A Revelation'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108386692860688422</id><published>2004-05-06T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:14:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie the Monk</title><summary type='text'>I made this robe for Jamie. He is the MC at a medieval wedding next week so I thought he should be dressed up. The outfit is not totally completed... we have to change a few of the accessories... but overall so far I think he looks great!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108386692860688422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108386692860688422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386692860688422' title='Jamie the Monk'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108386659547992589</id><published>2004-05-06T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:09:31.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change</title><summary type='text'>I got my hair done last night. This picture doesn't really make it look very good, but I thought I'd share it with you anyway... just for something to do...I've gone in the last few times and wanted something dramatic but the brown would never stick very well... so this time we made sure it would. It is a deep, dark rich chocolate brown with platinum blonde chunks. Jamie likes me better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108386659547992589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108386659547992589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386659547992589' title='A change'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108362027665674075</id><published>2004-05-03T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T14:42:04.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><summary type='text'>I was just getting back into my blogging routine and then my aunt and her husband and baby (she went to Scotland and came back with a family) and her in-laws and my grandparents from Manitoba are all visiting right now. I have taken a little time off work to be here and hang out with them. This morning we did some pictures of the baby. I think we got some neat stuff. I can't wait to get them back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108362027665674075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108362027665674075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362027665674075' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108342721700336479</id><published>2004-05-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:04:37.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vows to God and Me.</title><summary type='text'>In light of my new change inside and my spiritual breakthrough, I feel like it’s time for me to renew/rewrite my vows and remind myself of the promises that God has made to me.My vows to God:I will always love you. I will be honest and not hide from you.I will listen constantly for your voice.I will obey and respect you always.I will come to you when I have decisions to make instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108342721700336479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108342721700336479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342721700336479' title='Vows to God and Me.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108317202069480558</id><published>2004-04-28T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:18:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and revelations</title><summary type='text'>Our friend Joe came down from Nelson last night to spend the week with us. Last night Jamie was busy so Joe and I went for a drive for a few hours. It was so awesome. Things are really changing in me. I haven’t been writing lately because things are just so overwhelming and I don’t know how to articulate the change in my heart. First of all, I need to explain something. Read here and here for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108317202069480558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108317202069480558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108317202069480558' title='Thoughts and revelations'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108267677874191499</id><published>2004-04-22T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T16:37:06.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special(ist) day</title><summary type='text'>Today I saw my specialist after almost 6 months of waiting. I guess it was good. We are booking another surgery. It's somewhat "experimental" as she put it, as she and colleagues all over North America have only come across about 5 other women with this problem. Lucky me. I seem to win every bad luck lottery. I certainly blow Rigel out of the water. (I don't want to hear any complaining anymore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108267677874191499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108267677874191499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267677874191499' title='Special(ist) day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108201412149449564</id><published>2004-04-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:34:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Lesson</title><summary type='text'>This was me in Kindergarten. Thought since I was bringing up the past I might as well share this. Things haven't changed much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108201412149449564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108201412149449564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201412149449564' title='History Lesson'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108201400325529572</id><published>2004-04-15T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:34:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to be...</title><summary type='text'>Coincidence? My mom was looking though old albums the other day and found this old one. I was a creative kid... always making myself new "friends" and toys. One of my best friends, seen here, I named Jamie. Funny.I edited the picture a bit. Unfortunately the one picture in the entire album that I wanted to use and it was of me and my very worst. I saved you a lot of painful 80s memories. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108201400325529572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108201400325529572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201400325529572' title='Meant to be...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108191712104854239</id><published>2004-04-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:39:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faeryland</title><summary type='text'>If I could be anyone, this is who I'd be.Come faeries, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.-W.B. Yeats</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108191712104854239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108191712104854239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191712104854239' title='Faeryland'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108191687301488617</id><published>2004-04-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:32:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is very me</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108191687301488617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108191687301488617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191687301488617' title='This is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; me'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108178636081305454</id><published>2004-04-12T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:16:48.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Monday</title><summary type='text'>My boss is back from maternity leave and my first shift back with her I have to call in sick. On Easter. Great. I've been up since 3:00 this morning throwing up. I feel so gross. Must have caught a flu or ate something bad yesterday. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108178636081305454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108178636081305454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178636081305454' title='Easter Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108146411115284826</id><published>2004-04-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:46:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><summary type='text'>It is so hard to start blogging again. It's been just over a week now since my last post. I guess I was inspired by Jonathan's blogger rest. Many things have happened this week. Good and bad. Seems like God always out weighs the bad though.Highlights: - Jamie's parents two month old $500,000 home burned down.- First murder of 2004 for Chilliwack (50-year old man stabbed to death)- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108146411115284826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108146411115284826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146411115284826' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108067256241162780</id><published>2004-03-30T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:52:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><summary type='text'>To me lately prayer has seemed hopeless. I wonder what the point of prayer is. Sure, the initial prayer... but does it make a difference praying the same thing over and over again. If God doesn't answer the first prayer will the repetition of prayers change his mind? Or once the prayer is said can we leave it to God to answer any time he is ready? The last is more how I feel right now. I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108067256241162780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108067256241162780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108067256241162780' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108059011648390175</id><published>2004-03-29T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T11:58:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summerland</title><summary type='text'>Jamie and I went to Summerland this last weekend. We had a lot of fun visiting friends, going in the hot tub, shopping etc. We got home yesterday early evening and rented Secondhand Lions. I really enjoyed it. It was a great movie. Anyway, it's Monday so I'm off to work. I get my review today but it must be good because my raise is already effective. That's about it. Dinner with friends tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108059011648390175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108059011648390175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108059011648390175' title='Summerland'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108033078853691635</id><published>2004-03-26T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:56:38.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Group Technology</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe Tuesday was my last post! This week has really been a blur to me. I have been not feeling too well again. Got some more prayer last night. It feels a bit like medicine. Like I have to take lots and get all stocked up on it to last me through the week. I don't know if that's how God intended it to be, but it seems like I don't have the energy or the faith to do it for myself. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108033078853691635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108033078853691635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108033078853691635' title='Thursday Group Technology'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108008966138031977</id><published>2004-03-23T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:02:06.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Abby</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108008966138031977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108008966138031977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008966138031977' title='Me and Abby'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-108008325856625574</id><published>2004-03-23T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T17:02:42.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Abby</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108008325856625574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/108008325856625574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008325856625574' title='Me and Abby'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107998069762714090</id><published>2004-03-22T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:43:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we live</title><summary type='text'>Jamie and I spent the day driving around taking pictures of where we live. He has his own domain and hosting on his website so he can host them there. Click here to see them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107998069762714090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107998069762714090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998069762714090' title='Where we live'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107998040816578757</id><published>2004-03-22T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:10:59.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie and Em</title><summary type='text'>Here are some pictures of Jamie and me from the weekend. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107998040816578757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107998040816578757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998040816578757' title='Jamie and Em'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107989134199304816</id><published>2004-03-21T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T09:52:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>Jamie and I had a fun date yesterday. We started off by going around all over Chilliwack and taking pictures of where we live, where we work, where we hang out, and some of the cool and beautiful parts of Chilliwack. Then we went into Vancouver (less then an hour west- we go in at least once a week) and I took Jamie to the Capilano suspension bridge. He'd never been there before. Then we went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107989134199304816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107989134199304816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107989134199304816' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107964846917061520</id><published>2004-03-18T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T14:24:28.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It turns out that I'll be leading the Thursday Group tonight. Haven't had much time to think or pray about what I'm going to do. I have 4 hours to figure it out. I'm going to go try to have a quiet "God time" and see what I come up with.Lots of things are on my mind right now. Lots of stuff happening lately, lots of disturbing news that I have heard that's weighing on me right now too. Nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107964846917061520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107964846917061520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107964846917061520' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107954904011074656</id><published>2004-03-17T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:47:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Confessions.</title><summary type='text'>I have lately been thinking how freeing it must be to have a book to write your confessions. Augustine in that way has inspired me. Now, I confess now, I have not read all, or even very much at all of Augustine’s book. I only know what I think I know of the purpose and intent and so I base what I presume the content on that. My rendition of my confessions is not a tribute or an imitation. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107954904011074656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107954904011074656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107954904011074656' title='Emily&apos;s Confessions.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107948259829143753</id><published>2004-03-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:19:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a few posts formulating in my head right now, but they are going to take a while to come out. One I have been working on for about a month. Just internally processing it first. Maybe in the next day or two I'll be finished one and then I can discuss something else than my housework and closets. Hold on a little longer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107948259829143753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107948259829143753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948259829143753' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107948250394994108</id><published>2004-03-16T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:18:21.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House work</title><summary type='text'>All the new furniture makes me inspired to clean the house again. I went through one closet yesterday and the hall one today. Good stuff! I had 5 garbage bags of junk to throw out. I love that feeling. I have two more closets for tomorrow, but they are the ones that shouldn't need too much work. I would like to organize the kitchen one day this week too. Some of the cupboards are overflowing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107948250394994108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107948250394994108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948250394994108' title='House work'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107936893551010359</id><published>2004-03-15T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T08:45:30.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was trying to call a friend so I looked up Canada411.com to find his number. I typed in his name and three numbers came up... so I took my best guess. I called and an elderly lady answered. I asked for Dave. She said "Pardon me?". I said, "Is Dave there?"She said, "Dave passed away 6 months ago."Oops.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107936893551010359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107936893551010359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936893551010359' title='Dave'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107923471230551385</id><published>2004-03-13T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T19:28:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to get sick of it now</title><summary type='text'>Well... we are finished the downstairs TV room. That's all we got done. I just cannot believe how long it takes! We worked all day on that room. We did a pale yellow over white and it took three coats! No room in the entire house took three coats but this room. Anyway, we also had the hallway part going downstairs to do, and the ceiling needed two coats. I had hoped to get the bathroom finished, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107923471230551385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107923471230551385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923471230551385' title='Starting to get sick of it now'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107919602540129469</id><published>2004-03-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T08:43:37.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><summary type='text'>I put in over 14 hours yesterday painting. That makes Tuesday, Wednesday, 2 hours on Thursday, 14 again on Friday and I expect the same today. But. I love it. I love painting. Sure, by the end of it last night I was exhausted, but still, I love it. I always get so anxious to get the paint on the wall. There's always so much prep to do: Fill the holes, then sand, then prime, then paint the entire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107919602540129469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107919602540129469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919602540129469' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107903249915550260</id><published>2004-03-11T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:18:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good</title><summary type='text'>I just booked two more weddings this morning. One of the girls called... we talked... she said she didn't even need to think about it... she wanted to book me. Just like that.August is full. God is good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107903249915550260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107903249915550260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903249915550260' title='God is good'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107902726739671773</id><published>2004-03-11T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T09:50:56.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluorescent lime green.</title><summary type='text'>That's what we painted my old bedroom. Ok, it's not that bad. The upstairs had to be done. If you recall, my mom and I painted the entire house about 6 months ago (and beautiful colors... lavender in the bedroom, slate blue in the hall, moss green in the living room, blood red in the bathroom... etc) Anyway, three more rooms need to be done to complete the house. So we are finishing them.We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107902726739671773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107902726739671773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902726739671773' title='Fluorescent lime green.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107902675339231487</id><published>2004-03-11T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T09:43:43.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust of Money</title><summary type='text'>My soul is back. Safe and sound. Money is a funny thing. Get's you to do things you wouldn't normally do or take contracts you wouldn't normally take...Anyway, God knows what's going on. He is my provider and my shelter. I decided not to take the contract. I wrote my letter today denying th contract. It was only for $300.00, but we could really use it right now. Tough to turn down. Feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107902675339231487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107902675339231487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902675339231487' title='Lust of Money'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107894740987719189</id><published>2004-03-10T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:39:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister is gone...</title><summary type='text'>My little Livi is gone. She left us. She is in beautiful Scotland as I speak. She left the other day and it already feels like she's been gone a year. My mom and I bought a bottle of wine last night to toast to Liv in Scotland, and us here missing here. We realized something yesterday. We could have just said no! We could have slowly worn her down by discouraging her and we would never have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894740987719189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894740987719189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894740987719189' title='My sister is gone...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107894709462416804</id><published>2004-03-10T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:34:43.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to a prayer</title><summary type='text'>We got a couch! I am so excited! We have been praying for a new couch for over a year. Right now all we have is a futon couch that Jamie used for a bed for three years before we met and we've been using now as a couch for a year. Abby likes to sleep along the top left hand ridge of it, so within the last month especially is has really started to sag. Pretty pathetic. Really uncomfortable too. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894709462416804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894709462416804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894709462416804' title='Answer to a prayer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107894651129940706</id><published>2004-03-10T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:24:59.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><summary type='text'>I just sold my soul for $300.00. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894651129940706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894651129940706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894651129940706' title='Money'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107894646552866854</id><published>2004-03-10T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:24:14.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><summary type='text'>Well, I was feeling a lot better yesterday but now today I feel really bad again. You guys must have stopped praying for me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894646552866854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107894646552866854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894646552866854' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107877257372832236</id><published>2004-03-08T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T11:05:59.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary</title><summary type='text'>I had been thinking for the past few months what I would do for our anniversary. I had a bunch of ideas but now with all this crap that's come up my mind seems overloaded and I can't seem to focus on anything. If you read here or here you will see how our anniversary got started this morning. But if you read here you can read the nice post that Jamie wrote for me...Not too exciting so far... But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107877257372832236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107877257372832236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107877257372832236' title='One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107862588489834145</id><published>2004-03-06T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T18:21:08.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><summary type='text'>Nothing new happening today. I got up around 10:30 and did some cleaning and a little business stuff then hung out with my mom and helped her clean her house a bit and then when I came home at 2:00 Jamie was still sleeping so I laid down for a couple of hour nap. Now it's 6:10 and we are up and getting ready to go over to my mom's house for supper. I don't know what we'd do with out her. Whenever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107862588489834145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107862588489834145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862588489834145' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107855908042102751</id><published>2004-03-05T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:48:54.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'>I picked my pictures up in Vancouver today (the ones from the wedding in Calgary). They turned out great. They are fun to look at and are very romantic. I can't wait to be able to post a few of them on here. (I can't post any until the couple sees them first!) Anyway, give me a week or so and then I'll share them with you. To check out some of my other stuff click here... or wait a few days until</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107855908042102751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107855908042102751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855908042102751' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107855890734825598</id><published>2004-03-05T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:44:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of Peace</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write this afternoon but at lunch time something else happened. Jamie was in a car accident. He's fine and the other car was fine too, but our front end is really bashed up. The front hood is ok and the passenger door is ok, so that's good. It's just the passenger front panel and the front bumper. The other good thing is that our stupid neighbor keeps hitting our car and put three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107855890734825598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107855890734825598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855890734825598' title='Prayer of Peace'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107842309627367667</id><published>2004-03-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T10:01:16.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling well today...</title><summary type='text'>Jamie tried to help last night. He was going to make the supper for group tonight... Sheppards Pie. He spent so much time peeling and cutting a huge bag of potatoes but I didn't notice until it was too late... he cut the potatoes into tiny pieces. You know what that means. When we drained it we got one solid lump of glue. Here is a lesson to those who do not know the secret to mashed potatoes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107842309627367667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107842309627367667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842309627367667' title='Not feeling well today...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107834070257112445</id><published>2004-03-03T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T11:09:17.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys vs. Girls</title><summary type='text'>I was at work yesterday at the Shoe Store in the mall. I just had to comment about this because it is so bizarre. Well, first let me say that we have five aisles of women's shoes and one and a half of mens. The thing is that it is women who we sell to mainly. Women come in with friends and try shoes on. They will spend an hour trying them on... is it comfortable? What can I wear it with? Is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107834070257112445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107834070257112445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834070257112445' title='Boys vs. Girls'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107807987734053702</id><published>2004-02-29T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T10:40:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Banff</title><summary type='text'>Jamie's been begging all weekend to find an internet cafe so that he can check his blog... so here we are in beautiful sunny Banff in the basement of some store on the computer...We arrived in Calgary on Friday morning and went out for supper then and then out to the Lodge where the couple got married the next day. We were just there for a few hours and then came back to Calgary again and spent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107807987734053702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107807987734053702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107807987734053702' title='In Banff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107772947798320807</id><published>2004-02-25T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T09:24:07.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Here are a couple of the latest shots I've taken. I'm doing a wedding in Calgary this weekend so I won't be blogging from Friday morning to Tuesday morning probably.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107772947798320807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107772947798320807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772947798320807' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107772818062910210</id><published>2004-02-25T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T08:59:09.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinyl</title><summary type='text'>I wrote a few days about  how much I loved the movie Vinyl. I found the director's email address so I emailed him and he emailed back! Here's what he said...EmilyYour praise is a bit overwhelming but I will admit that you've made my day and probably my week too.  It's not just nice to hear things like that, it's basically what's changed my life and kept me going for the last few years. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107772818062910210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107772818062910210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772818062910210' title='Vinyl'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107756058321949695</id><published>2004-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:27:36.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost in Translation.</title><summary type='text'>It's not like I have never traveled before, and yet I feel something bizarre. The feeling of being so small. Like an ant compared to the entire world. This thought was confirmed over and over this weekend as I watched Lost in Translation and Under the Tuscan Sun. It's amazing what's out there. It's beautiful! I watched Lost in Translation and it was just like I was back in Japan. We were watching</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107756058321949695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107756058321949695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756058321949695' title='I&apos;m Lost in Translation.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107741174157607583</id><published>2004-02-21T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T17:05:21.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is going to be alright.</title><summary type='text'>I was out for breakfast with a James this morning and we started talking about heaven and the end times and that sort of thing. The weird thing was that while we were talking about it I got this revelation inside like I had never experienced before. It was like all the same stuff that I know about heaven, but all of a sudden I felt excited inside about it. I have been talking a bit about death </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107741174157607583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107741174157607583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107741174157607583' title='Everything is going to be alright.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107732539565189630</id><published>2004-02-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T17:05:58.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELAX!</title><summary type='text'>It's been a few days since I last posted which in a way is a good thing because it means that I can save up all my stories and have maybe a half good post but on the other hand sometimes things come along that I think are going to be such good posts that I forget everything else... and most of the time that really important thing too. That's how it's been for me today. Lots of little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107732539565189630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107732539565189630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107732539565189630' title='RELAX!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107714243968092602</id><published>2004-02-18T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T14:16:39.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinyl</title><summary type='text'>This makes Jamie's epic posts seem like a few meager sentences...I feel almost overwhelmed when I think about this. Vinyl. I believe Jamie and I have both mentioned this movie. It is a documentary about record collectors and we saw it once and instantly became obsessed with this bizarre movie but have never been able to track it down again... until last weekend when we stumbled across it at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107714243968092602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107714243968092602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714243968092602' title='Vinyl'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107705680093817753</id><published>2004-02-17T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:29:19.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school motives...</title><summary type='text'>I went back this afternoon to the school that I graduated from. I had intended to stop by and ask if they would allow me to do a little advertising around the school for the grad photos and contracts coming up. Subconsciously I dressed up a little more than I normally do, put on a little extra makeup and wore my modern-funky pointy high-heeled dress shoes. I didn't notice until after but I felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107705680093817753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107705680093817753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705680093817753' title='High school motives...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107696315612347544</id><published>2004-02-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T12:28:33.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One one minute to post...</title><summary type='text'>It's taken me three days to sit down and write this. Things have been so busy lately and I feel like it is really getting to me. I'm exhausted! My days are booked from the moment I wake up to the time I go to bed (and even that's been at least 1:00 am for awhile!)Anyway, just thought I'd post again to say yes, I'm still alive... just too busy right now to say much more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107696315612347544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107696315612347544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696315612347544' title='One one minute to post...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107660921343405710</id><published>2004-02-12T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:09:25.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><summary type='text'>I'm scared to die. I don't know why. I always have been. I think I am probably more scared of death than the average person. It's not the actually after-life stuff that I'm worried about. It's the dying part. I don't handle pain very well. I am scared of pain. Does anyone else feel that way? I think, though, I am the most scared about the fear right before I die. What if something bad happens to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107660921343405710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107660921343405710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660921343405710' title='Death'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107660826609632933</id><published>2004-02-12T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:53:37.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Yummmm.... I am sitting here eating a little of my home made french vanilla and peaches trifle. I'm not usually one to like cakes or that sort of dessert, but last night I got a craving so I made one so big I think it will last a week. Anyway, what I wanted to post about was a dream that I had last night. The thing that was funny about this dream was that I was just in the dream doing whatever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107660826609632933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107660826609632933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660826609632933' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107646068542239533</id><published>2004-02-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:53:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my hair done...</title><summary type='text'>Well, this day is turning out a little better than I thought. We must be getting a lot of prayers! I had planned to come out to my friend Julie's house in Vancouver to get my hair done. Her cousin (the one who did the hair for one of my fashion shoots) is here and all the ladies from Julie's church are here getting cuts and colors for really good prices. Right now I am just waiting for my color</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107646068542239533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107646068542239533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646068542239533' title='Getting my hair done...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107643578986198012</id><published>2004-02-10T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T09:58:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Day</title><summary type='text'>I had a really long weekend and I worked really hard so I am pretty wiped out now. There's some things that we going on right now in my life that are pretty hard so I probably won't be posting for a day or two.Keep me in your prayers. Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107643578986198012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107643578986198012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643578986198012' title='Tough Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107630997937104874</id><published>2004-02-08T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:02:06.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type='text'>Well, it wasn't much of a weekend for me, but that's what I get for being self employed I guess. I did two shoots yesterday and another this morning, and then had a 5 hour shift at the mall, which wasn't really so bad if I hadn't been having a bad day to begin with. For no reason, really, I just woke up and felt bad. Then at work I hit the top of my head really really hard and I starting crying a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107630997937104874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107630997937104874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630997937104874' title='Change'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107614112721783330</id><published>2004-02-06T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:09:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's only midnight but I am pooped! I got up so early this morning and went to vancouver to pick up some new equipment that I need for a shoot tomorrow. I feel like I haven't really stopped at all today. I am looking forward to some sleep! But then I'm up again at 6:45 to prep for a shoot at 8:30 tomorrow morning (working around the silly schedule of a newborn). Then I leave them and do another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107614112721783330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107614112721783330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614112721783330' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107591201759987471</id><published>2004-02-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T08:29:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weird things happened to me yesterday. I was at work and I was at the front greeting people and I said hello to a couple of people and they turned around and looked at me when they heard my voice. It was Gloria Birch. I stopped. They kind of said hello and kept on walking. All of these images came rushing into my head. All the horrible memories. I was envisioning her walking up to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107591201759987471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107591201759987471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591201759987471' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107582494512017771</id><published>2004-02-03T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T08:18:04.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates....</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write last night but something weird happened. I was working and a lady came in, I greeted her, she looked at me and kept on going, and then she stopped, turned around and walked towards me and said, "You're cute!". I was a little shocked, but I thought it was funny. She asked if I wanted to go to Abbotsford with her so I said yes, then asked what for. It was a face model thing for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107582494512017771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107582494512017771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582494512017771' title='Updates....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107574881871517103</id><published>2004-02-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:10:07.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Care Free" ???</title><summary type='text'>Well, this is not how I would describe myself at all, but oh well... here's what it said I am...You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might haveyour pet peeves, but other than that, you'remainly calm. Blending in with yoursurroundings, you're the type of person whoeveryone likes. Usually it's you who cracksjokes at social gatherings - after all,laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107574881871517103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107574881871517103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574881871517103' title='&quot;Care Free&quot; ???'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107574833028237334</id><published>2004-02-02T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:01:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty... sort of</title><summary type='text'>I usually don't post on the weekend and then try to have something cool to say on Monday to make up for it... but it won't be like that today. I suppose I did some cool things on the weekend, but there were no significant thoughts or ideas to go with it. I did a couple of shoots. One of a couple and another baby one (and another baby one to do this coming Saturday). Jamie and I went to Vancouver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107574833028237334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107574833028237334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574833028237334' title='Modesty... sort of'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107548387816919973</id><published>2004-01-30T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T09:34:36.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jesus Enough?</title><summary type='text'>Last night Ray asked the question, “Is Jesus Enough?” We thought about it and some said yes, others hesitated and said maybe or sometimes, and others even said no. I thought about it and said yes. My reasoning being this: We are adaptable people. We are way more adaptable and flexible than we think we can be. If someone gave me a BMW Z4 and 5 million dollars I could become engulfed in that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107548387816919973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107548387816919973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548387816919973' title='Is Jesus Enough?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107540022965084780</id><published>2004-01-29T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:24:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am home again. The weather network and the news portrayed the road to be "treacherous" but it wasn't actually too bad. It took us just over four hours, instead of the usual 2 and a half, but that's because my mom was extra, extra careful. Some spots were a little scary, but not too bad in the end.It is good to be home, but I have so much work to do now. It is really starting to get busy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107540022965084780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107540022965084780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540022965084780' title='Home again'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107522653362304791</id><published>2004-01-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T10:05:12.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in Kamloops</title><summary type='text'>My mom and I rushed off to Kamloops mid afternoon yesterday when we heard about a family situation here and my mom needed to come up here to support our family. It took us over 4 hours to get here (usually takes 2.5). We are here now and were planning to come back this afternoon, but the highway is so bad and the roads are apparently so covered in ice that we have to stay a day or two longer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107522653362304791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107522653362304791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522653362304791' title='Stuck in Kamloops'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107514391340556906</id><published>2004-01-26T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T11:07:29.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My website</title><summary type='text'>I forgot to mention something in my life right now. Jamie has been talking about it a lot so I just thought I didn't need to link to it, but then I remembered, hey, it's my website, I should at lease mention it! So here it is. All the fuss is over. It's finished. Check it out: www.iconphoto.net Let me know what you think!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107514391340556906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107514391340556906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514391340556906' title='My website'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107514100346232768</id><published>2004-01-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:18:51.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have not been feeling well for about a week now. Not full out sick, but just not feeling great and not sleeping well. I was hoping to get a lot of rest today to recover, but I got called in to work so I have to go in at 2:00. I'm not really complaining. It's only a four hour shift and we could always use a little extra money... it's just that I don't really have the energy for it.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107514100346232768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107514100346232768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514100346232768' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107499152413536027</id><published>2004-01-24T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T16:49:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marsha and Gracie</title><summary type='text'>I went and picked up the pictures of the last shoot that I did. Here's my favorite two. I was hesitant to use my new flash so I only used it on half the shoot. That way if it didn't work I would have my natural light group, and if it did I would have half of those. Anyway, the natural light ones totally didn't work. It's a good thing I had my flash! I don't mean to sound unprofessional about not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107499152413536027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107499152413536027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107499152413536027' title='Marsha and Gracie'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107484482497937966</id><published>2004-01-22T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T00:07:42.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Thursday Group isn’t over yet, but it’s past 11:30 at night and my attention span is long over so I thought I’d take this time to write. Something really hit me the other day. I love our group. I love the people. The other day while I was having a little God time I felt like I should look at my wall hanging. I bought it in Ottawa and it was imported from India and it is a huge, beautiful wall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107484482497937966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107484482497937966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484482497937966' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107479462345338158</id><published>2004-01-22T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:06:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Encouragement</title><summary type='text'>Thanks everyone who commented on my post the other day. It's amazing how much words of someone you don't even know can encourage. I know some people who read my blog are going through the same issues, and it's encouraging seeing them making it through (life) too. For the most part I feel like I'm not too bad... I just have a bad day once in awhile and I find blogging lets me get it out and then I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107479462345338158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107479462345338158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479462345338158' title='Words of Encouragement'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107471413741999154</id><published>2004-01-21T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:36:16.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Links</title><summary type='text'>Just followed some sites all over the place and found a anti-religious, well, mainly pretty hard core anti-Christian site (click here for the raving atheist) from David. Interesting. On the atheist site that I found it has a part called Godidiot of the week. Interesting stuff if you have time to read. Anyway, if you are interested in this sort of thing check it out.Also, I followed a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107471413741999154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107471413741999154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471413741999154' title='Links'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107471281149411157</id><published>2004-01-21T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T11:27:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trite Christianity</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to try and remember what I wrote the other day for my post (but then I lost it) so I will try to summarize and remember what I was talking about. I had gone to a group that is just starting up, like a bible study sort of group of friends. Anyway, it got me thinking when a girl read a story about a guy who hated Christians and then one day someone befriended him and they because friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107471281149411157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107471281149411157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471281149411157' title='Trite Christianity'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107462837935043141</id><published>2004-01-20T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T11:54:59.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But God is Good.</title><summary type='text'>People always say that if you can’t have a baby it’s because God has something better for you. That’s probably true for most people, but not for me. There is nothing better for me. I was meant to be a mom. I know that because I miss my baby. How can you miss someone you’ve never met- well, actually, how can you miss someone who doesn’t even exist? I don’t know… but I know you can, because I miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107462837935043141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107462837935043141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462837935043141' title='But God is Good.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107449242402804938</id><published>2004-01-18T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T22:09:01.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time today...</title><summary type='text'>I spent an hour this morning composing my post but blogger froze as I was posting and I lost it all!!! I haven't had the time to re-write it, so I will try to get to it again tomorrow. We have "the Sunday guys" over now (plus me, of course) and we are doing our LOTR role-playing. We're in the middle of a huge battle and they're yelling at me to come fight...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107449242402804938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107449242402804938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449242402804938' title='No time today...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107435972646007919</id><published>2004-01-17T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T09:17:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which book of the bible are you?</title><summary type='text'>I've seen these floating around so I thought I'd finally do one... here's me.You are Psalms. Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107435972646007919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107435972646007919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435972646007919' title='Which book of the bible are you?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107435936885335171</id><published>2004-01-17T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T09:12:05.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am "Desiderious Erasmus"</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, this sounds about right..."It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is."You are Desiderius Erasmus!You have great love for others and will do just about anything to show it to them. You are tolerant and avoid confrontations, so people generally are drawn to you. You are more quiet and reserved in front of strangers, but around some people you open up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107435936885335171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107435936885335171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435936885335171' title='I am &quot;Desiderious Erasmus&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107428245488793612</id><published>2004-01-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T11:53:28.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onto other news...</title><summary type='text'>I went to see Mona Lisa Smile last night with my mom and sister- and it was awesome. I haven't read any of the reviews, but I hear it hasn't been doing very well. We all thought it was incredible, though. At one part in the movie the entire audience started to cry. We were in the front of everyone else so I could hear people crying all over the theatre. I was in the mood to see a good drama movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107428245488793612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107428245488793612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428245488793612' title='Onto other news...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107412566234048544</id><published>2004-01-14T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T16:18:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><summary type='text'>I read on someone's blog about goals for this coming year. I'm not one for New Year's Resolutions, but with all the talk about it I usually come up with a few ideas of things that I'd like to do in the next year sometime. Not like lose weight or stop smoking or anything like that; just plans for the future and things I'd like to do. Hard to explain.Anyway, with that in mind I have been trying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107412566234048544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107412566234048544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412566234048544' title='Plans'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107412486193136983</id><published>2004-01-14T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:14:45.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to look forward to this year...</title><summary type='text'>I saw this on someone else's site awhile ago so I thought I'd make one of my own...Janurary...   -I just got new camera equipment today!!!February...   -shooting a wedding in Calgary   -short vacation in Calgary and Banff   -2 weddings of friends to go to   -ICON's website should be totally finishedMarch...   -Jamie and my one-year anniversaryApril...   -weekend marriage retreat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107412486193136983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107412486193136983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412486193136983' title='Things to look forward to this year...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107397176366671028</id><published>2004-01-12T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:29:44.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too much to say</title><summary type='text'>I haven't written much lately. There hasn't been much to say. I've been kind of sick the last few days and I've been working at lot- both for with my business stuff and at the mall too. When I got home last night Jamie told me that the brother of a girl whose wedding I did last summer had called and he had two more weddings for me this summer/fall. It's pretty exciting. I'm starting to get booked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107397176366671028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107397176366671028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397176366671028' title='Not too much to say'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107393576160095684</id><published>2004-01-12T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:29:42.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><summary type='text'>I always think it's awesome when I come accross new photographer's work. I had seen a chain of Kurt Jone's stuff before but I hadn't looked into it. Here's a link to his website. He has some pretty cool stuff. He does shoot some models and people, but I think his best stuff is the sports. Very cool stuff.He also has a great flash website. It takes a while to load, but other than that it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107393576160095684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107393576160095684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393576160095684' title='Photography'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107367928374227645</id><published>2004-01-09T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T12:24:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp Christianity</title><summary type='text'>I am a frustrating person. I frustrate myself. This is my problem: I am passionate about God, deep down inside. I think about Him all the time, pray and sing songs of love and thankfulness etc. I am a Christian. I have been for 20 years. I am married to a man who eats and breathes God. ...and yet why can't I move beyond where I am at in my level of Christianity. I have written before and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107367928374227645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107367928374227645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367928374227645' title='Boot Camp Christianity'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107367476135888646</id><published>2004-01-09T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T12:25:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><summary type='text'>I miss Thailand so much. I have been dreaming about it a lot lately. Old restaurants we went to and the beautiful beach and all the people we met... all the breathtaking temples. It seems like a dream. I can't believe it was real. I want to go back so much. Here are some pictures...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107367476135888646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107367476135888646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367476135888646' title='Thailand'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107362930519721283</id><published>2004-01-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:22:05.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes!</title><summary type='text'>I just couldn't stand it anymore and I had to post this. I was hired to do a wedding in February in Calgary so Jamie and I are booking our flights. We got a great deal: $59.00 each, each way. The problem is this. The subtotal should be about $250.00, right? I went to the check out to pay and it came to $441.00!!! The flight costs $59 each and the tax is $55! Can you believe it? It makes me sick. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107362930519721283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107362930519721283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362930519721283' title='Taxes!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107362829149173624</id><published>2004-01-08T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:06:14.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><summary type='text'>This is Gracie. My friend had her baby on December 29th. I haven't seen Gracie yet, but I have a photo shoot to do with her next Friday. I am really looking forward to it, but I'm dreading it too. I have felt a lot better for the last month. I haven't felt a lot of pain about the pregnancy thing, but now that I have this picture of a beautiful little baby on my screen and I am going to go meet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107362829149173624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107362829149173624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362829149173624' title='Grace'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107359070891871829</id><published>2004-01-08T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T11:38:48.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Jamie and I got bored a few weeks ago so we took some pictures of each other and a friend of ours and then made a gallery for it on his website. It looks really good. Check it out here...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107359070891871829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107359070891871829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359070891871829' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107359047148773295</id><published>2004-01-08T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T11:34:51.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my movies...</title><summary type='text'>I needed a little break from my business stuff so I thought I'd write a bit. Nothing too exciting has been going on in my life. I have all of my contracts and information for my handouts and stuff done in one program but Jamie needs me to transfer it all into MS Word so he can make it into an adobe form. Ahhh. It's driving me crazy. I hate Word so much, and to have to transfer all my text boxes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107359047148773295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107359047148773295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359047148773295' title='Ode to my movies...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107341664625599858</id><published>2004-01-06T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T11:18:14.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Errors in English</title><summary type='text'>I was sent a link to this site and I checked it out. It's pretty good. Of course it would take all day to read all the errors, but I read a few and it's quite interesting. Click here to check it out.Here's a common one that I thought that I would add to the bottom...XMAS/CHRISTMAS "Xmas" is not originally an attempt to exclude Christ from Christmas, but uses an abbreviation of the Greek </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107341664625599858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107341664625599858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107341664625599858' title='Common Errors in English'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107341370139991968</id><published>2004-01-06T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T10:28:40.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omelets... yuck.</title><summary type='text'>We had omelets for supper last night. Yuck. I hate omelets. I'm doing not too bad on this health diet so far. I guess the good thing is that I like vegetables, so I can snack on those all day and be happy. I also like the little snack of sliced meat and cheese. Yum. This diet thing is pretty hard though. I mean, I feel like I have spend a hundred times more in the kitchen preparing these special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107341370139991968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107341370139991968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107341370139991968' title='Omelets... yuck.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107332306893613848</id><published>2004-01-05T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T09:21:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess it's going to take a little longer than I thought to set up my new website, so I am stuck here for a little while longer. That being the case I thought I should write something... it's been a few days.This morning I got up early with Jamie and drove him to work and then went to my friend's house for our usual walk in the morning. This morning though it was -9 C outside (plus the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107332306893613848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107332306893613848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332306893613848' title='Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107311660602962097</id><published>2004-01-02T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:57:03.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><summary type='text'>Well... it's finally come. I am moving my site over to movable type. I was just getting too frustrated with this blogger thing and not even liking the look of it in the end. I guess it will take a few days to get it fully working, so I won't post until then. I have also been spending quite a bit of time working on some business stuff and Jamie is getting my website together so I need to put all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107311660602962097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107311660602962097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311660602962097' title='Moving'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107306581664695357</id><published>2004-01-02T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T09:50:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed be the Name</title><summary type='text'>When I first heard this song a year ago it really spoke something to me. I always caught myself singing the verses almost subconsciously, but then it go to the part "you give and take away, but my heart will choose to say, blessed be the name." It's hard to let go. I think I'm finally coming to the point when I can. It's funny that it's easy to bless God when things are good, but when they get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107306581664695357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107306581664695357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306581664695357' title='Blessed be the Name'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107302226042955256</id><published>2004-01-01T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:55:10.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess the Christmas season is over now. New Year's was fun, but it's the one holiday that I don't care too much about. Generally I get so excited about any chance to party and have fun, but New Year's has never meant anything special to me. Odd.However, it was a good night. We had lots of fondues (which was perfect timing welcome Jamie and my new diet starting yesterday). We came home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107302226042955256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107302226042955256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302226042955256' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107294903237448293</id><published>2004-01-01T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:24:10.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><summary type='text'>I'm here at our friends Tony and Julies near Vancouver. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm exhausted. We did about 6 different kinds of fondues. Lots of fun. I'm really full now though!Anyway, everyone's still having fun upstairs and I'm being antisocial down here in the basement. I should go say good night and then go to bed.I'll write more tomorrow.Happy New Years. Yeah. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107294903237448293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107294903237448293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107294903237448293' title='New Years'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107289981213833176</id><published>2003-12-31T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:46:21.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripway Photos!</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Theophilus' recommendation I have switched my photo host to Ripway Photos. Hopefully this one will work fine until I am able to get my full website running. Still working out the bugs, but it should be fine by tomorrow. I also give Liv's blog's pictures working now, so check out that site if you get a minute.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107289981213833176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107289981213833176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107289981213833176' title='Ripway Photos!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107289660958003823</id><published>2003-12-31T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T10:50:48.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little encouragement...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I talked to a client who I did family pictures for Christmas. I asked how her family liked the pictures and she said that they all really liked them a lot. In fact, in Ontario, her uncle who worked for the National Newspaper for 40 years as a photographer really liked them and said he could tell right away that they were done by a professional (which is good, I guess, since I am).Cool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107289660958003823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107289660958003823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107289660958003823' title='A little encouragement...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050851.post-107281265817228737</id><published>2003-12-30T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:33:04.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infertility, Finding God's Peace in the Journey</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had a thought yesterday that would have made an awesome post but I didn't have time to write it down and now I can't remember it. That's always the way it is.Anyway, I am reading a book that I got for Christmas. It's called Infertility, finding God's Peace in the Journey [by Lois Flowers]. It's a good book so far. Several people have given me books to read about infertility and they all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107281265817228737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050851/posts/default/107281265817228737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily27.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107281265817228737' title='Infertility, Finding God&apos;s Peace in the Journey'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562813999140514684</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></entry></feed>
