<?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-1505698033843736150</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:12:46.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosisms</title><subtitle type='html'>"...make straight in the wilderness a highway for our God."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-8674607843484595847</id><published>2009-02-25T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:49:01.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delight</title><content type='html'>"The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight.  The capacity for delight is in the gift of paying attention."&lt;br /&gt;~Julia Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is a word and a concept that has been fairly foreign to me over the past few months.  I haven't been able to find much delight in the world around me.  Some days I haven't been able to do much more than get up, get dressed and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a post on a friend's Facebook page about his father.  His father is very sick and literally has days, if that, to live.  He wrote about the sweetness and the delight in having this time to spend with his father and his family, and ultimately, to say goodbye to his dad.&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with his capacity to delight in those moments.  He wrote the quote from above on his page and it struck me right between the eyes.  And right into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not delighted in much since my sister died.  It's not that I'm sad all the time.  I am sad, but it doesn't necessarily manifest in the way that I would have it.  Sadness to me has always been a matter of moments.  Something happens, or something is said, and it causes me sadness.  So I cry and I feel it, and then it passes.  Sometimes it takes a few days, or even weeks, but it passes.  The sadness that I have experienced from losing my sister is like a black hole in the middle of the world.  I don't understand sometimes how the rest of the world can just go on functioning.  It shouldn't be that easy to do.  It feels like this couldn't possibly have just happened to me or to the ones who love her.  I have trouble making sense of the fact that it isn't happening to those around me.  And that when my world stops turning and I need to stop, they should all stop, too.  But they don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling light.  I miss feeling carefree.  I miss delighting in something or someone so much that you just walk around with a stupid smile on your face without even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it returns soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told by my incredible counselor and by others who have experienced loss, that it will.  That it might take months, even years.  But it will return.  I long for that day, when I wake up and maybe roll over in bed to look out the window, and immediately begin to delight in God for the morning sunshine, or a bird's sweet song to lull me from my bed.  I miss joy...  I miss the lightness of daily matters, like what kind of coffee to order at Starbuck's, or which new shoes will match my sweater the very best.  I miss laughing with friends so hard that you feel like you can't breathe!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you, Jesus, for meeting me every morning with arms open wide.  Thank You for friends and loved ones who have not stopped asking how my heart is doing, and who have continued to lift up prayers for me and for my family.  Thank You for the sweet, precious moments when You have filled the void in my heart to remind me that the hurt will subside.  Thank you for reminding me daily, that I can't possibly fill the hole in her children's lives that Leanne has left.  That's Your job!  Thank You for not requiring me to delight in You when I cannot, but for allowing me to be held and carried anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sustainer, my healer and the love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful to be Yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-And thank you for tissues with lotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~RB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-8674607843484595847?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8674607843484595847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=8674607843484595847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8674607843484595847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8674607843484595847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2009/02/delight.html' title='Delight'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2030578696968503204</id><published>2009-01-18T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:22:21.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's home...</title><content type='html'>...I am sorry that I haven't posted any updates in over 2 months.  This year and this past fall especially, have been the most difficult of my adult life as I've watched my sister deteriorate and die a little everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister lost her battle with addiction on January 6, 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost can't believe that I am writing those words...  I know that it wasn't God's will that she lose this battle and go to be with Him at the young age of 39.  I know that she could have beaten it.  And that she should still be here, fighting for her life and winning.  She should be with her children and her husband and the rest of us who loved her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she just couldn't do it.  The addict took over and Satan was victorious in leading her down the path that ended her life here on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, he is not the victor!  She is home!  And she is free!&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't hurt anymore.  She isn't broken anymore.  She doesn't have to feel pain or guilt or sadness anymore.  My sister is home with her heavenly Father and the Savior of her life, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to Him for holding up His end of the deal!  He never required that she hold up hers and beat her demons.  He saved her and He loved her and He took her when she breathed her last breath...  Oh, how I love Him for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to every person that prayed for her while she was here!  I ask that you continue to pray but please shift it to her 4 amazing children.  They have a tough road ahead as they let it sink in that their mom isn't here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SXOOyQ8_NRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dj3Dku9iivI/s1600-h/leanne+on+mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SXOOyQ8_NRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dj3Dku9iivI/s320/leanne+on+mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292730981285836050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, Anne, but I'll see you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2030578696968503204?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2030578696968503204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2030578696968503204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2030578696968503204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2030578696968503204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-home.html' title='She&apos;s home...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SXOOyQ8_NRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dj3Dku9iivI/s72-c/leanne+on+mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-7128641584848262014</id><published>2008-11-19T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:00:38.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little comic relief...</title><content type='html'>So, sometimes when life is just yucky and difficult, you have to take a moment and find something to laugh about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with a friend last Saturday and came across this video on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;.  Needless to say, I was quite tickled.&lt;br /&gt;We both laughed and cried and folks stared at us, but it was totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would post it, so you could do the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vc8tPTVBRSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vc8tPTVBRSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-7128641584848262014?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7128641584848262014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=7128641584848262014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7128641584848262014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7128641584848262014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-comic-relief.html' title='A little comic relief...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1095283597706230623</id><published>2008-10-12T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:47:07.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated</title><content type='html'>...that's how I'm feeling today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate days like this!  I'm glad they don't last, but when they're here they're hard to deal with.  Especially when you work in ministry and you have to be "on".  Not that I feel like that too much at my church.  It's a really great place to worship and to work.  But today, I would feel that way just about anywhere, even in the best situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much going on in my family and it's really difficult to be so far away from them.  I miss my sister.  For those of you that have been asking about her, here is a little update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left the Atlanta area a few weeks ago after getting kicked out of the rehab center she was in.  She went up to Virginia Beach where she had some friends who were also in recovery.  Her plan was to get into a halfway house up there, find a job and go to meetings.  It was going to be difficult, but just about her last option.  The one thing we all knew is that she couldn't be in Charlotte where her kids are.  It wouldn't have been fair to them or to her, until she is much better.&lt;br /&gt;So she got into the home and found a job.  She was actually doing the work for a while and we all were able to move from defcon 1 to about 3 or 4.  It was nice to know that she had a roof over her head and was surrounded by folks who understood what she was dealing with and could help her by doing life together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the call came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got kicked out of the home for using.  I knew it was a possibility.  It's always a possibility, but it still feels like a swift kick in the stomach when that call comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am missing her and wondering how she is and where she is.  She's not home in Charlotte.  As far as I know she's still up in Virginia Beach, but I'm not sure where she's sleeping or how she's doing.  &lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't understand how strange and wrong it feels to type that.  I should know where all my loved ones are and how they're doing.  She should be inside my circle of influence but she's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is outside my influence and outside my help and it feels wrong.  Empty.  Painful.  Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't lost hope in Jesus and I know that He knows the details of her life right now, and that's all I could ask for.  But it still feels so wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister.  I'm on alert waiting for a phone call that I pray never comes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1095283597706230623?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1095283597706230623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1095283597706230623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1095283597706230623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1095283597706230623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/10/defeated.html' title='Defeated'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-102283966508393654</id><published>2008-09-24T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:59:57.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call and Response!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://callandresponse.com/downloads/eyes_468x60.gif" width="468" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this website RIGHT NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get involved!&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word!&lt;br /&gt;DO SOMETHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~RB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-102283966508393654?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/102283966508393654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=102283966508393654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/102283966508393654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/102283966508393654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-and-response.html' title='Call and Response!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1639917156948879610</id><published>2008-09-24T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:23:07.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindy Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuRvVKyKkJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuRvVKyKkJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my song right now...  it's great whether you're higher than the clouds, or lower than your lowest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy Smith is a new find for me and I am thoroughly enjoying her stuff.  Check it out, you won't be sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to Katie for the find!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1639917156948879610?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1639917156948879610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1639917156948879610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1639917156948879610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1639917156948879610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/mindy-smith.html' title='Mindy Smith'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-3927297723920221433</id><published>2008-09-15T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:39:15.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend...</title><content type='html'>She didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;She used a couple of days after getting there.&lt;br /&gt;She called me and asked if I could come pick her up when they found out 'cause they kicked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been living in a hotel room the last couple of days.  Not sure how long that will last.  My brother in law put her up thinking she would come to some sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm thinking this, but I hope he can turn her out on her own.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she'll do, but it's her turn to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you that pray, please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-3927297723920221433?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3927297723920221433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=3927297723920221433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3927297723920221433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3927297723920221433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-3409297951277499615</id><published>2008-09-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:35:30.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>I just froze for a second trying to think of what I was going to call this post...  I have no idea how to some up all that is happening in my brain or in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is probably going to get heavy, so if you're feeling fragile for any reason today I suggest you stop reading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possibly try to put into words how broken my heart is today, or how heavy the weight of the world feels on my shoulders.  My sister is dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an addict.  She has struggled with her addiction for most of her life, but it has really crippled her throughout her years as an adult.  She's 38, so you can only imagine how long she has really struggled.  To say that her addiction has effected me or my family is an understatement if there ever was one.  I can't express to you how difficult it is to watch someone you love continually hurt themselves.  She daily puts herself, her children and others in danger.  Oh yeah, she has four of the greatest kids in the world!  They range in ages from 8-17 and none of them have ever known what she's really like.  They mostly just know their mom as an addict.  She has missed birthdays, little league games, field trips, holidays...  the list is long.  &lt;br /&gt;This entire year has probably been the toughest on all of us as we have watched her struggle more than she ever has.  I don't know why this year in particular has been so much tougher except that as her disease progresses, she just gets worse.  The space in her mind and body that the addict takes up is so much greater than the part that my actual sister inhabits.  And the addict is gaining space every moment of every day.  And I hate the addict!  She is selfish and out of control.  She is completely submerged in a fantasy world that is really so much more like a nightmare.  All she can think about or even focus on for any amount of time is her next "fix".  I hate the addict.  She is like a tasmanian devil that just whirls around leaving nothing but destruction and chaos wherever she goes.  I hate the addict...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my sister.  She is the most amazing person when she isn't using.  And there have been long periods over the years where she has had sobriety.  I think her longest run was about 2 years at one time, and those 2 years were so amazing.  She was growing in her faith, and repairing damage she had caused with her family and friends.  There wasn't anything we couldn't talk about and we talked all the time.  We would pray together and cry together and solve all the worlds' problems on the phone.  I love my sister and I miss her everyday.  She is one of the smartest, funniest, easiest people to be with.  I know most people say they like their siblings, and even love them.  But I really love mine.  She is one of my best friends!  She is giving, encouraging and understanding.  And she has such a thirst for knowledge.  Like none I've ever seen!  She constantly had 4 or 5 books going at one time and she's one of the those people that can read something once and remember it forever.  Even in conversations, if she heard it once she remembered it.  I was always envious of those qualities.&lt;br /&gt;She's a great mom, too.  She loves her kids more than her own life.  She listens and encourages.  She knows when to step in and when to let them figure something out for themselves.  She taught them how to thirst for knowledge and how to find most of the answers they were looking for.  And she taught them about Jesus.  And I know without a shadow of doubt that each one of them has a personal relationship with Him.  What a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she has been the addict consistently for a very long time now.  So long that I'm not sure if her younger kids remember much about their real mom.  She is choosing to feed the addict all the time now and it's gotten to the point where we will have to cut her out of our lives.  To protect her children and ourselves.  My parents and I checked her in to her last rehab this past week.  I say it was her last because it was literally her last resource for help.  If she couldn't stay in this one and make it work then we were going to be out of options.  There's nothing you can do for an addict who doesn't want to do the work and help themselves and it gets to the point where being the safety net to keep them from hitting "bottom" and potentially losing everything hurts more than it helps.  We have reached that point.  You have no idea how difficult it is to write that.  To admit that.  That there isn't anything I can do for her anymore.  She is literally on her own and if she doesn't take advantage of this chance than the likelihood that she will not survive is greater than the likelihood that she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;She is in your hands completely now.  None of us can save her from herself.  Only You can do that.  I trust You with her life.  Please pierce her in a way that is new and fresh and can help her see what she is potentially giving up.  Make her turn to You and cling to You.  Make her see the life that You have willed for her.  A life with choices, and relationships.  A life with her children.  A future, Lord.  I bind Satan and his minions in Your name, my Jesus!!  Keep him away from her, he has no hold here!&lt;br /&gt;You are bigger than anything or anyone I can fathom and You love her more than I can imagine.  She is Yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for already keeping the worst thing in this existence that could ever happen to her from being a possibility!  I know that no matter what happens in this life, she is Yours.  And I know that no matter what we choose after that decision is made, You will always hold up Your end of the bargain.  Thank You for Your faithfulness to her.  For Your faithfulness to her children.  I don't understand how You do what You do, but I trust You nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-3409297951277499615?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3409297951277499615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=3409297951277499615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3409297951277499615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3409297951277499615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-173641363220653088</id><published>2008-09-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:26:03.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Ok, I admit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDVlQPpVUA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDVlQPpVUA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can't WAIT for this to come out!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read the books?  &lt;br /&gt;Are you going to see it when it comes out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this your official "bite"... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~RB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-173641363220653088?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/173641363220653088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=173641363220653088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/173641363220653088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/173641363220653088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-3055106700826891316</id><published>2008-08-20T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:48:39.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3kfXRFzpHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3kfXRFzpHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert Song: Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the desert&lt;br /&gt;When all that’s within me feels dry&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in my hunger and need&lt;br /&gt;My God is the God who provides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the fire&lt;br /&gt;In weakness or trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;There is a faith proved of more worth than gold&lt;br /&gt;So refine me Lord through the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will bring praise, I will bring praise&lt;br /&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice, I will declare&lt;br /&gt;God is my victory and He is here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the battle&lt;br /&gt;When triumph is still on its way&lt;br /&gt;I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ&lt;br /&gt;So firm on His promise I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life, In every season&lt;br /&gt;You are still God&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to sing&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the harvest&lt;br /&gt;When favor and providence flow&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m filled to be emptied again&lt;br /&gt;The seed I’ve received I will sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Amen, and Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-3055106700826891316?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3055106700826891316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=3055106700826891316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3055106700826891316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3055106700826891316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-prayer-today.html' title='My Prayer Today...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-3316137911007251745</id><published>2008-08-19T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:10:15.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,&lt;br /&gt;I can only conclude that I was not made for here.&lt;br /&gt;If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,&lt;br /&gt;then of course I'll feel nude, when to where I'm destined I am compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brooke Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is heavy and broken and lost.  I fight those facts on a daily basis sometimes.  It's suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am no longer bound to this world or that brokenness if I choose not to be.  The way has already been cleared.  &lt;br /&gt;I just seem to choose the thick and covering forest when I could choose the open, green field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it easier sometimes, to live under the weight of this world than to live in the freedom that is in Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that darkness can be easier than light, sometimes.  I wish this wasn't the case, but it seems my dysfunction is more comfortable than stepping out in freedom.  It's like when you're in a dead sleep and someone turns on the lights.  It's shocking and harsh, and it catches you off guard.  All you really want is to shut them off and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get tired of sleeping.  And as easy as it can be to roll over and go back to sleep, I don't want to miss what He has for me in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling sorry for myself lately because of all the darkness this world has thrown my way.  I am done feeling sorry for myself.  I am officially kicking back the covers and looking at the light.  I will rest in it as it shows me all that He has for me to do and to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-3316137911007251745?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3316137911007251745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=3316137911007251745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3316137911007251745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3316137911007251745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/08/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-461011265069567949</id><published>2008-07-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:15:34.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got One!</title><content type='html'>That's right, people...  I finally got an iphone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited last night, I could barely sleep.  My plan was to get there at about 7am to meet up with a friend who was getting his first one, too.  The store wasn't going to open until 8am and we thought this would be plenty of time.  We were wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it was the Holy Spirit that nudged me awake at 4:15am this morning...  I laid in bed for quite a while and then finally gave in.  I got up, brushed my teeth, threw on some clothes and headed to Starbuck's.  They were open!!  Got a HUGE coffee and headed over to the store.  I arrived at about 6am to find that a line had formed and was already about 30 peeps long.  PHEW!  Got in line and called my friend.  He had to work today and I didn't so I was happy to wait while he slept a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we got our phones and even landed on ajc.com!  &lt;a href="http://projects.ajc.com/gallery/view/business/iphone3g/"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-461011265069567949?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/461011265069567949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=461011265069567949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/461011265069567949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/461011265069567949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-one.html' title='Got One!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-7336938274859180959</id><published>2008-07-10T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:29:30.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun, dun, dun...</title><content type='html'>So, who's getting one of &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/guidedtour/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; on friday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in line WAY before 8am with a great big coffee and maybe a book...  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-7336938274859180959?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7336938274859180959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=7336938274859180959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7336938274859180959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7336938274859180959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/07/dun-dun-dun.html' title='Dun, dun, dun...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2559569700214634986</id><published>2008-06-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:36.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage one...</title><content type='html'>So, the "Tatts for Tots" party was a hit last night!  &lt;a href="http://oneatlantamusic.com"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://girlonaroof.blogspot.com"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; had quite a few folks show up and both they and the tattoo artist did pretty well!  I think they're actually going to make it on their mission trip in a couple of weeks.  Thanks to everyone who showed up, I know they were blown away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the unveiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SGfstuURRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Tl28lamHN6c/s1600-h/100_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SGfstuURRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Tl28lamHN6c/s320/100_0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217398963603326642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SGfs6qvwJoI/AAAAAAAAADc/nuL3WmPb0cE/s1600-h/100_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SGfs6qvwJoI/AAAAAAAAADc/nuL3WmPb0cE/s320/100_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217399185983153794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know what you're thinking... "it's kind of boring with no color!"  And, "Gee, your legs are almost blue, they're so white!"&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all that aside, it's going to have lots of color when I go back this thursday to have the artist finish it.  And hopefully all that color will deter from my natural lack of...   : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But take a look again...  isn't it gonna be GORGEOUS??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2559569700214634986?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2559569700214634986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2559569700214634986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2559569700214634986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2559569700214634986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/stage-one.html' title='Stage one...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SGfstuURRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Tl28lamHN6c/s72-c/100_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2606447541140294388</id><published>2008-06-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:16:09.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!!</title><content type='html'>This is why I have kitties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVNTdWbVBgc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVNTdWbVBgc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you dog-lovers out there, eat your hearts out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2606447541140294388?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2606447541140294388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2606447541140294388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2606447541140294388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2606447541140294388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/kitty.html' title='Kitty!!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-8090987353309157676</id><published>2008-06-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:47:39.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Young</title><content type='html'>I met an amazing man on Tuesday night!  His name is Paul Young and he is the author of "&lt;a href="http://theshackbook.com"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt;".  Now, let's stop right here for a second and discuss this book a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;     If you haven't read this book...  READ IT!!!  Seriously, I can't say enough great things about it.  It has changed my relationship with God so incredibly, that human words cannot fully describe.&lt;br /&gt;     There, now that being said, he came and spoke at the first summer addition of &lt;a href="http://722.org"&gt;722&lt;/a&gt; at church.  They are doing a really cool thing this summer where during the three times they will meet, they are interviewing authors who have written some pretty amazing books.  And last night was the first installment with Mr. Young talking about his book.&lt;br /&gt;     I have to say that I have seen a lot of speakers in my lifetime and so many of them have been really solid spiritually, and even pretty darn cool!  But this guy blew them all away!!!  It would be pointless for me to try to convey all that he was in front of about 2,000 people last night, so instead I will just suggest that you go to the &lt;a href="http://722.org"&gt;722&lt;/a&gt; website and listen for yourself.  If it's not up already, it should be up later today.&lt;br /&gt;    I promise, it will be worth the listen and worth the read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-8090987353309157676?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8090987353309157676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=8090987353309157676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8090987353309157676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8090987353309157676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-young.html' title='Mr. Young'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-5077271061582736704</id><published>2008-06-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:48:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo #3!</title><content type='html'>That's right!  I'm getting another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dear friends of mine, &lt;a href="http://oneatlantamusic.com"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://girlonaroof.blogspot.com"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; Stephens, are having a really great event at their place this weekend.  They are raising money for a mission's trip that they are taking this summer to East Asia with their oldest son, Noah.  They will be working in orphanages while they are there with all sorts of kids, some of which are special needs.  So, to help raise the last of their finances for the trip they are hosting a "Tatts for Tots" party.  Basically, a friend of theirs who happens to be a tattoo artist is going to set up shop in their home and folks are going to stop by and get "inked" for charity!  So cool, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I just couldn't say no to the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for pics of my newest addition later this weekend.  On a side note, a friend of mine is coming along and getting his first tattoo!!  Woo-Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be fun...  ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-5077271061582736704?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5077271061582736704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=5077271061582736704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5077271061582736704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5077271061582736704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/tattoo-3.html' title='Tattoo #3!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2421501476845379521</id><published>2008-06-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:47:05.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss for words...</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I rarely find myself at a loss for words.  I ALWAYS have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with a dear friend who is going thru a REALLY tough spot in life right now.  We talked for a while and I let him vent.  He is angry, confused, tired and scared for the future.  The future of his ministry and the future of his family.  I had so many thoughts going thru my head.  I wanted to scream with him, cry with him, question with him, be bitter with him.  I also wanted to point him to the Lord, to scripture, to prayer.  But instead, I just cried a little with him and took it on my shoulders for a few minutes.  I tried, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take away his hurt, his pain.  I can't answer his questions because I am asking most of the same ones myself.  I wanted so badly to have "all the right answers", because I try so hard to always have the right answers.  I don't like it when my friends hurt.  And knowing that I can't really help is more than I can bare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that my heart is broken for you.  I feel helpless and incapable of taking any of this from you.  It's almost more than I can bare, knowing that you are going thru this and I can't do anything about it.  It feels so trite to say that I am praying for you, but I am.  I have gone thru so many days in my lifetime where God seemed far away and circumstances of life seemed so big they could eat you up.  And I know how truly difficult those days are.  First hand, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know that even though it seems trite and cliche, I am praying for you.  I'm praying for clarity and singleness of mind as you struggle through this.  I'm praying that God will remind you of all the things that I didn't say on the phone.  That He loves you and has a plan for you.  That he knew you were going to struggle through this and He let it happen anyway.  That our stupid choices in this life are not stronger than what He has purposed for us.  We have to believe that, otherwise there isn't any real point to this life here on earth.  Bad things happen and other people make decisions and choices that affect us, but God is so much bigger than all of those details.  Lean into him because He is in control.  He is in control.  He is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, my dear friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2421501476845379521?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2421501476845379521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2421501476845379521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2421501476845379521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2421501476845379521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/loss-for-words.html' title='Loss for words...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-374561440342392920</id><published>2008-06-16T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:55:00.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bone Tired...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever actually been "bone tired"?  So exhausted that your bones actually ache with weariness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel tonight.  Actually, I have felt that way for a while now.  I can't seem to catch up on rest and get passed it, either.  These passed six months have been a juggling act for me with my job and the rest of my life.  I have been neglecting most of my friends for more time with work.  And when I do have time to spend with friends, I really just don't seem to have it in me.  I think a lot of them are taking it personally, but to any of you reading this, please don't!  I'm neglecting everyone!  I can't seem to find the balance.  I'm not sure I'm going to be able to find it with the workload I have right now, either.  You can't really balance two jobs with the rest of your life.  It's difficult enough to balance one.  Until we hire a new Music Director at my church, I am working for two.  It's been about six months now, and I am getting closer and closer to the middle of the candle that I've been burning at both ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is one of those nights where I want to scream and cry and make someone notice and feel sorry for me!  Tell me that it's all going to be better very soon and that I just need to hang in there!  By the way Rachel, you're doing an amazing job!  We're so proud of you for taking on this load!  If it makes it any more bearable, the rest of us haven't even noticed a single hiccup since you've been in charge.  Really!  The transition has been so easy and that's really thanks to you.  So, way to go, Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...  I needed that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-374561440342392920?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/374561440342392920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=374561440342392920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/374561440342392920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/374561440342392920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/bone-tired.html' title='Bone Tired...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-8907692047586109080</id><published>2008-06-03T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:37.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>So, my team from work is on a really great retreat this first half of the week.  It's been really cool 'cause we've been talking about wellness.  Spiritual, physical, mental and emotional wellness.  We've dined with pastors from other churches (to get us out of the "Buckhead" mentality and to pick their brains about ministry, in general), we sat by a pool located on a rooftop overlooking downtown and talked about how to take better care of our bodies.  How we need balance in our food, balance in our sleep and much more exercise (my personal favorite!).  And this evening, we had a nice dinner with a bunch of our family members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, some of us had dinner with our family members.  Mine live too far away.  I knew about the dinner ahead of time, so I wasn't too sad about the fact that they wouldn't be there with me.  And I had a nice time visiting with all the others (most of them feel like family, anyway).  But it got me thinking...  about the ones I miss at times like these.  So I thought I would share them with you all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my nearest and dearest and I wish that all of them could have been here tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXoUQoekcI/AAAAAAAAACs/v5VbeXA85MQ/s1600-h/Amy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXoUQoekcI/AAAAAAAAACs/v5VbeXA85MQ/s320/Amy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207823978883617218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Nichols (my oldest and dearest friend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXo9QoekdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qZvxsf0xHb4/s1600-h/Mark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXo9QoekdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qZvxsf0xHb4/s320/Mark.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207824683258253778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Avery (my other oldest and dearest friend, and practically my personal trainer from 3000 miles away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXzlQoekeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7DyXgkHEAFM/s1600-h/dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXzlQoekeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7DyXgkHEAFM/s320/dad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207836365569298914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Daddy making his famous BBQ sauce (he's quite the consummate chef!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXz-woekfI/AAAAAAAAADE/LwmIrzjljnI/s1600-h/moms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXz-woekfI/AAAAAAAAADE/LwmIrzjljnI/s320/moms.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207836803655963122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing MOM! (she's the one on the left...  although, the other two have known me almost as long and both have claimed me a time or two, as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEX01woekgI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQghpjMDisk/s1600-h/kitties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEX01woekgI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQghpjMDisk/s320/kitties.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207837748548768258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my sweet little kitties, Buddy and Bailey.  These two have only been with me for a little less than a year, but they have completely stolen my heart (and most of my bed, as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are the ones I want around me most of the time.  Not all of them are represented here, but the ones that aren't...  You know who you are!  I love you all so very much and I thank God every time I think about you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses, &lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-8907692047586109080?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8907692047586109080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=8907692047586109080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8907692047586109080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8907692047586109080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SEXoUQoekcI/AAAAAAAAACs/v5VbeXA85MQ/s72-c/Amy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-5981419714086404097</id><published>2008-05-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:37.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation OVER!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't any excuse good enough to allow for being so neglectful of my blog!  To all 10 of you who may actually read this thing, I sincerely apologize!&lt;br /&gt;Please know that I thought of posting many times but the days just got away from me.  It happens I suppose, but I'll try not to let it happen again.  At least, not any time soon.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has carried on here...  nothing too exciting has taken place.  Still don't have another member for my team at work.  That is sad for me...  Oh, how I miss working with &lt;a href="http://oneatlantamusic.com"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that God has already hand-picked a teammate and friend for me to work with and share the mighty load that is the Music Dept. at Buckhead Church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, here's what my every wednesday evening looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SD4A4vEG7eI/AAAAAAAAACk/f5CSvwv5DxU/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SD4A4vEG7eI/AAAAAAAAACk/f5CSvwv5DxU/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205599193993244130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see my new wrinkles??  Oh, new Music Director for Buckhead Church, PLEASE HURRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-5981419714086404097?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5981419714086404097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=5981419714086404097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5981419714086404097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5981419714086404097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation-over.html' title='Vacation OVER!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/SD4A4vEG7eI/AAAAAAAAACk/f5CSvwv5DxU/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-6375489551466286228</id><published>2008-03-18T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:55:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZoGf47Z3aY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZoGf47Z3aY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-6375489551466286228?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6375489551466286228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=6375489551466286228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6375489551466286228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6375489551466286228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/03/poop-town.html' title='Poop Town!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-7984571364278914240</id><published>2008-03-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:37.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKBAND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R9WleGx2guI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCP7o6eqSuk/s1600-h/Rock+Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R9WleGx2guI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCP7o6eqSuk/s320/Rock+Band.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176225283366617826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yesterday we did something a little different at Buckhead Church.  We are right in the middle of a series called "I Want to be Great" and we thought it might be fun to play a little Rock Band on stage to let some "average joes" be rockstars for about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;a href="http://feeband.com"&gt;Fee band&lt;/a&gt; in the house and two of the fellas in the band lended their vocal stylings to really help us push it over the edge.  I think it worked like a charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little snipit from our video director...  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7w4UOb5-Lg4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7w4UOb5-Lg4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-7984571364278914240?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7984571364278914240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=7984571364278914240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7984571364278914240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7984571364278914240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/03/rockband.html' title='ROCKBAND!!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R9WleGx2guI/AAAAAAAAACc/uCP7o6eqSuk/s72-c/Rock+Band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2508389267063049023</id><published>2008-03-05T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:59:53.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch me, but don't let it hurt...</title><content type='html'>Ever said those words to God?  I have found myself saying them quite a bit lately...  not really proud of that fact, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to feel pain, who does?  I don't like pruning or refining of any kind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the finished product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a process with my Father of refining, and while it is painful and uncertain at different points, it is also profound to me that He even takes the time for me in the first place.  There usually isn't much warning about when it's coming, either.  In fact, I find myself blind-sided most of the time by His "need" to stretch me and remove the comforts I have strategically put into place.  It probably shouldn't catch me off-guard, but it does most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have admitted to most that I struggle with submission, but I am seeing a side of me that isn't very pretty or Godlike.  I just realized that submission for me is only easy when I am submitting to something or someone that I already approve of.  Meaning, I struggle with submitting to a person or thing that I don't understand or don't think I should have to submit to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably not something that should have hit me like a ton of bricks, but it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also pride myself, just a bit, on being extremely relational.  I love people, and most of all figuring out what makes them tick.  Now, this is not to say that I "like" all people, but I have a much easier time getting along with others when I understand better where they are coming from.  In order to do this, I need tons of "face time".  Although, not everyone is comfortable with me getting in their faces...  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is where my point of contention has surfaced...  God has been showing me that while I like relating and uncovering those around me, I like it best when it's under my terms.  And that is not submission!  I read the following statement about submission recently and it really explains my point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Along with time and transparency, intimacy requires submission.  Submission is perhaps the most powerful relational dynamic.  Submission is the decision to put the needs, desires and wishes of another ahead of our own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in the above statement, there was no talk of "feelings", Rachel!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father, I will submit not only to You, but also to those around me that are in authority over me.  You have placed each of us where You want us.  It is not my job to always understand, but it is my job to accept it and act accordingly.  I will choose to do so regardless of what my feelings may be.  I trust You above all others and I will show You that with my actions, even when it means I only get to see one piece of the puzzle.  You are in control!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2508389267063049023?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2508389267063049023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2508389267063049023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2508389267063049023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2508389267063049023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/03/stretch-me-but-dont-let-it-hurt.html' title='Stretch me, but don&apos;t let it hurt...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-878480616213328266</id><published>2008-02-28T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:12:55.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really??</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my friend &lt;a href="http://thegibsonlife.blogspot.com"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/a&gt; gave me this link, and I have to say that I thought it was pretty funny!  But now I'm just wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is it true??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kansieo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/according-to-americans.jpg"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-878480616213328266?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/878480616213328266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=878480616213328266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/878480616213328266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/878480616213328266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/really.html' title='Really??'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-9117574369680952986</id><published>2008-02-22T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>So, today I got to hang with these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7-eovK5n-I/AAAAAAAAACU/GB3tqKGrWTc/s1600-h/100_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7-eovK5n-I/AAAAAAAAACU/GB3tqKGrWTc/s320/100_0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170025319938760674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we did a little recording in a very cool, but makeshift recording studio at the Fincher house up in Cumming.&lt;br /&gt;The vocal booth was set up in the hallway between large comforters and sleeping bags hanging in the doorways to block out sounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is a master producer and runs a &lt;a href="http://jasonhoard.com"&gt;studio&lt;/a&gt; out of his home in Griffin, as well as playing most everything and singing, too.  Brandon is the drummer for&lt;a href="http://feeband.com"&gt; this band&lt;/a&gt;, but works with Jason sometimes, too.  Both of these guys are ridiculously talented and it was a blast to hang with them for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who new you could set up a studio right on the kitchen table?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-9117574369680952986?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/9117574369680952986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=9117574369680952986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/9117574369680952986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/9117574369680952986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7-eovK5n-I/AAAAAAAAACU/GB3tqKGrWTc/s72-c/100_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-4026117240766469779</id><published>2008-02-21T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:38.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunettes have more fun?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so naturally my hair is red.  Well, sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was REALLY red as a little girl, and the older I got the more brownish my hair became.  So I helped it out a little.  We all do it!  Boys, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R74z-vK5n7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I4s_khR5X0Y/s1600-h/100_0014_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R74z-vK5n7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I4s_khR5X0Y/s320/100_0014_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169626575174999986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a bunch of highlights...  a BUNCH of them...  and sort of looked more blonde than red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R740fPK5n8I/AAAAAAAAACE/yRJSTQShSAM/s1600-h/IMG_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R740fPK5n8I/AAAAAAAAACE/yRJSTQShSAM/s320/IMG_6055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169627133520748482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently I decided that it would be fun to be a brunette.  I've got the coloring for it (at least, I think I do)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7402vK5n9I/AAAAAAAAACM/iZsNzumGVxU/s1600-h/R_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7402vK5n9I/AAAAAAAAACM/iZsNzumGVxU/s320/R_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169627537247674322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know which one I like best, but now I want to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is working for me?  Really, I can take it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-4026117240766469779?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4026117240766469779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=4026117240766469779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/4026117240766469779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/4026117240766469779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/brunettes-have-more-fun.html' title='Brunettes have more fun?'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R74z-vK5n7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/I4s_khR5X0Y/s72-c/100_0014_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2783250597945361901</id><published>2008-02-21T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:38.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle Solved!</title><content type='html'>You all are just so smart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two guesses within a few hours of posting my little riddle and they were both right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hats off to Mike and Rich for guessing that I was talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R74x4_K5n6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ruvg2IBDQWE/s1600-h/IMG_6029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R74x4_K5n6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ruvg2IBDQWE/s320/IMG_6029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169624277367496610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my cellphone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucker vibrates in my pocket and I NEVER feel it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have that problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2783250597945361901?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2783250597945361901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2783250597945361901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2783250597945361901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2783250597945361901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/riddle-solved.html' title='Riddle Solved!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R74x4_K5n6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ruvg2IBDQWE/s72-c/IMG_6029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-5494147354583954727</id><published>2008-02-20T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:51:16.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have this riddle that I want to share with you.  Let's see who can figure it our first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think I feel it, it hasn't really done it.&lt;br /&gt;And when it actually does it, I NEVER feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I talking about?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll give you a hint:  this is a fairly new invention, like the last 5-10 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME ON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-5494147354583954727?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5494147354583954727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=5494147354583954727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5494147354583954727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5494147354583954727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/riddles.html' title='Riddles...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1167111013470857255</id><published>2008-02-19T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:37:21.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theshackbook.com/aimages/theshackad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://theshackbook.com/aimages/theshackad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read it?  You need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...can't remember the last time a book affected me like this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1167111013470857255?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1167111013470857255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1167111013470857255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1167111013470857255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1167111013470857255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/shack.html' title='The Shack!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-7129400597860836993</id><published>2008-02-18T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:38.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted!</title><content type='html'>So, what I neglected to mention last time is that I got a tattoo, as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...#2 and #3, to be exact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7pEGvK5n4I/AAAAAAAAABk/1tlRn5Gtw1E/s1600-h/100_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7pEGvK5n4I/AAAAAAAAABk/1tlRn5Gtw1E/s320/100_0287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168518404893155202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7pEo_K5n5I/AAAAAAAAABs/DDTDtKdumEk/s1600-h/100_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7pEo_K5n5I/AAAAAAAAABs/DDTDtKdumEk/s320/100_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168518993303674770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not as significant as the number of stars I got.  The bigger one is for my sister and the little ones are for my nephews (3) and my niece (1).  Love those cats and now they'll always be "on my mind"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that the artist who did these is my new official tattooist (is that even a word?).  His name is "D" and he's great!  So, now I have a good mechanic and a great tattoo artist.  What more could a girl need?  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-7129400597860836993?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7129400597860836993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=7129400597860836993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7129400597860836993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/7129400597860836993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7pEGvK5n4I/AAAAAAAAABk/1tlRn5Gtw1E/s72-c/100_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1927871201894682742</id><published>2008-02-15T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:39.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friend, New adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZQWm1A8GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AwbWyGoozeM/s1600-h/100_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZQWm1A8GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AwbWyGoozeM/s320/100_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167405971764473954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so one of my college roommates (and dearest friends) came to Hotlanta to visit me this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lizzie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Lizzie...  and one of her main objectives (aside from having a BLAST with me) was to get her first tattoo.  So, here are the pics of our FABULOUS day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the place that we went to to have it done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty Tattoo on Ponce de Leon near Midtown.  Check it out-very cool vibe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZR_m1A8II/AAAAAAAAABM/iiElaqKRt30/s1600-h/100_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZR_m1A8II/AAAAAAAAABM/iiElaqKRt30/s320/100_0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167407775650738306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she was SUCH a trooper!  Look at that smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZTBW1A8JI/AAAAAAAAABU/UXEsWCiJ4-0/s1600-h/100_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZTBW1A8JI/AAAAAAAAABU/UXEsWCiJ4-0/s320/100_0282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167408905227137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Dah!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZTuW1A8KI/AAAAAAAAABc/irCeY-vsC5M/s1600-h/100_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZTuW1A8KI/AAAAAAAAABc/irCeY-vsC5M/s320/100_0284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167409678321250466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big day, huh?  What did YOU do today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1927871201894682742?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1927871201894682742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1927871201894682742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1927871201894682742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1927871201894682742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-friend-new-adventure.html' title='Old friend, New adventure!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R7ZQWm1A8GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AwbWyGoozeM/s72-c/100_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-3562802094978027361</id><published>2008-02-12T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:57:47.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart this week...</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cool song that I came across from my friends Mox and &lt;a href="http://thegibsonlife.blogspot.com"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has allowed some tough stuff into my world this week and I am holding onto this simple promise for dear life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...let it in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWnvBM40xxw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWnvBM40xxw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-3562802094978027361?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3562802094978027361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=3562802094978027361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3562802094978027361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3562802094978027361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-heart-this-week.html' title='My heart this week...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-6543669856479068717</id><published>2008-01-30T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T07:23:22.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>start/stop</title><content type='html'>ok, so I think I have a problem with starting and stopping projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been straightening up around my place this morning, and I have noticed all sorts of little projects that I started and fully intended to finish, but have not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here's the list, so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bought a really cute shelf to hang in my bathroom, BACK IN AUGUST, and it is still wrapped up and leaning against the wall in the entryway of my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;2. I purchased and hung new drapes all throughout the place when I moved in and I still have yet to hem any of them.  So they are fraying and dragging on the bottom, and my cats believe them to be "toys" for their entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;3. I seem to have a never ending pile of books that I have started, but never have time to finish.  If my reading time is so limited, why do I start new ones when I should finish an old one first?&lt;br /&gt;4. And for that matter, why do I re-read old favorites when I should be tackling the list of new adventures yet to be discovered?&lt;br /&gt;5. Part of my apartments decor has become the piles of framed pictures that are leaning against the walls in various rooms instead of hanging on them.&lt;br /&gt;6. I bought a 1000 piece puzzle last night at Border's (along with a couple of new books, UGH!) and for the life of me, I don't know when I will put it together.  &lt;br /&gt;Probably later this weekend when I should be hanging things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anybody else do this kind of stuff?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-6543669856479068717?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6543669856479068717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=6543669856479068717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6543669856479068717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6543669856479068717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/01/startstop.html' title='start/stop'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-4797311502916889282</id><published>2008-01-23T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:30:26.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends &lt;a href="http://maggiemaeupdates.blogspot.com"&gt;Erin &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://fromtheauplains.blogspot.com"&gt;Lacey&lt;/a&gt; have both challenged me to not only add another post to my blog (I know, I'm pitiful), but also to do so by listing 7 random things about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love having a tall stack of new books yet to read, probably more than I actually enjoy reading.  Although, I LOVE to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the way the air smells when it's snowing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't really care for hot chocolate, but I LOVE chocolate any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I am sick I totally crave Coca-Cola!  Only time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Amy Grant and Olivia Newton-John are two of my biggest influences vocally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am absolutely addicted to lipgloss!!!  (show me a girl who isn't!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. AND, I am completely obsessed with buying bed linens.  It's weird I know, but I have to limit my shopping excursions to Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond and Linens 'n' Things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there you have it.  Some very random (and some might say, interesting) facts about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will pass the torch to...  &lt;a href="http://buraellen.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://girlonaroof.blogspot.com"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thegibsonlife.blogspot.com"&gt; Clarissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-4797311502916889282?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4797311502916889282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=4797311502916889282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/4797311502916889282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/4797311502916889282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-friends-erin-and-lacey-have-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-6545167432408412697</id><published>2007-12-08T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:40.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-Dah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R1tIPc6MwXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nHjKDm9voHg/s1600-h/100_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R1tIPc6MwXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nHjKDm9voHg/s320/100_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141782829869089138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R1tIPs6MwYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rRfNv9_AJaA/s1600-h/100_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R1tIPs6MwYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rRfNv9_AJaA/s320/100_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141782834164056450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before and After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first tattoo...&lt;br /&gt;...hurt like &lt;br /&gt;a MOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...worth every penny...  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-6545167432408412697?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6545167432408412697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=6545167432408412697' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6545167432408412697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6545167432408412697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/12/ta-dah.html' title='Ta-Dah!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R1tIPc6MwXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nHjKDm9voHg/s72-c/100_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-5820842821541997328</id><published>2007-12-01T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:10:47.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daley's coming back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.daleyhake.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i218/daleyhake/atl.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get your kids ready, pick out the outfits you need and get your hair and makeup done 'cause Daley is coming back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-5820842821541997328?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5820842821541997328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=5820842821541997328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5820842821541997328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5820842821541997328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/12/daleys-coming-back.html' title='Daley&apos;s coming back...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1959805991834737554</id><published>2007-11-26T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:04:10.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aq95p5YUEIM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aq95p5YUEIM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so for those of you that may read this from the far corners of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a taste of some of the incredible talent that i have the priviledge of working with each week, and more specifically, each sunday.&lt;br /&gt;...a little in house video about the parking at Buckhead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1959805991834737554?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1959805991834737554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1959805991834737554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1959805991834737554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1959805991834737554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-8586592276216229408</id><published>2007-11-20T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:47:04.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Lovers Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTasT5h0LEg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTasT5h0LEg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i have some pretty crazy cats (2 actually) thanks to my good friend and coworker, Erin.&lt;br /&gt;but i have never seen anything like this at my house...&lt;br /&gt;...although, mine have been known to scale walls to get up to the top of my cabinets.  and Buddy, my boy, always gets into the dryer while i'm folding my laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...crazy cats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-8586592276216229408?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8586592276216229408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=8586592276216229408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8586592276216229408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8586592276216229408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/pet-lovers-unite.html' title='Pet Lovers Unite!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-8870749941614769521</id><published>2007-11-19T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:40.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R0H-8hA9quI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJ_7Qdezi_s/s1600-h/PIC-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R0H-8hA9quI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJ_7Qdezi_s/s320/PIC-0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134665365787093730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little something from the show on Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;my phone didn't take great pics, so this one is from my friend, Jamey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thanks, Jamey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you all could have been there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-8870749941614769521?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8870749941614769521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=8870749941614769521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8870749941614769521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8870749941614769521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-little-something-from-show-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R0H-8hA9quI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJ_7Qdezi_s/s72-c/PIC-0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1723022208882353606</id><published>2007-11-18T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:40.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R0DgpxA9qtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2CJfkFyzu6Y/s1600-h/100_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R0DgpxA9qtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2CJfkFyzu6Y/s320/100_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134350583339002578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you read it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Police...&lt;br /&gt;that's right!  THE POLICE!!! &lt;br /&gt;...so, what did YOU do this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1723022208882353606?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1723022208882353606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1723022208882353606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1723022208882353606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1723022208882353606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah!!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/R0DgpxA9qtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2CJfkFyzu6Y/s72-c/100_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-3915784290016908594</id><published>2007-11-14T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:29:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighten up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/bullet-blows-stuff-up-at-5000fps.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.break.com/index/bullet-blows-stuff-up-at-5000fps.html" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so looking back on my blogging thus far, it's way too serious.  i just found out about break.com and thought that i would post a little something for your viewing pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i know that guns kill, but it's still pretty cool when they blow up apples and ketchup and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, Los!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-3915784290016908594?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3915784290016908594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=3915784290016908594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3915784290016908594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/3915784290016908594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/lighten-up.html' title='Lighten up!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2668504008934989912</id><published>2007-11-13T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:21:40.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are we all here together?</title><content type='html'>ever wonder?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why we're all here, in this world where it's so easy to feel alone.  there are people everywhere you look and yet we can choose to be completely isolated from each other.  in fact, it's easier to be on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but God had something else in mind for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to 7:22 tonight.  it's this really amazing Bible Study/church service/movement that happens on Tuesday nights for singles here in Atlanta.  and it just so happens that now it takes place in the very building that i work in everyday.  so, i went.  i had no excuse not to really, and i need the community.  it's too easy in my job to lose that.  which seems so strange for me to even write because i work for a church.  but the nature of my job is that i spend all week trying to put the most amazing music and worship together along with our entire team and yet i rarely get to really worship, myself.  so i went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarrett Stevens spoke about community and the importance of being in community with each other.  he focused on Acts 2 and about the first church and how they lived together and had constant fellowship with each other.  he talked about how important it is for us to talk to each other.  and to be sure that we have people in our lives that we can really open up to and be vulnerable with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my soapboxes actually, so i thought that i would share a rambling of mine from a letter that i wrote to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Feelings are so powerful on their own, but they come to life when they are spoken.  There is something so vulnerable and real about sharing your heart with another person and having them stay and listen and still want to be with you.  It’s completely validating and it bonds you together for life.  This is one of the sweetest gifts that we can share with each other on this earth.  Listening, hearing, and staying.  I think sometimes that it’s the perfect gift because it’s just as immeasurable for both people.  The one sharing feels understood and accepted, and the one listening feels such a sense of pride and selflessness in helping to make the other person feel understood and loved.  Intimacy between people is difficult, but when it’s done correctly and continuously between two souls, it is like heaven on earth.  I think that was God’s intention in giving us to each other.  He could have given each of us our own world to live in.  It would have made things much easier for Him and for us.  We would have had no trouble living just for Him.  But instead, He put us here together and gave us ways to help each other and to love each other, and He uses so much of our relationships with each other to let us understand our relationship with Him.  And then in turn, because of our relationship with Him, we are better able to relate to and love each other..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how smart is our Father in Heaven?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2668504008934989912?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2668504008934989912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2668504008934989912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2668504008934989912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2668504008934989912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-are-we-all-here-together.html' title='Why are we all here together?'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-5732974907624185665</id><published>2007-11-13T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:40.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma said there'd be days like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/Rzn_--NJQyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j89YlGUSEWQ/s1600-h/100_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/Rzn_--NJQyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j89YlGUSEWQ/s320/100_0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132414707680494370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you had one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lie back, kick off your shoes and tell me all about it...&lt;br /&gt;it'll do ya good, i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-5732974907624185665?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5732974907624185665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=5732974907624185665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5732974907624185665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/5732974907624185665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/momma-said-thered-be-days-like-this.html' title='Momma said there&apos;d be days like this...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/Rzn_--NJQyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j89YlGUSEWQ/s72-c/100_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-2163343534129843228</id><published>2007-11-11T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:35:41.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she lovely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/Rze7H9cNHlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yquVg9QrKok/s1600-h/218664391-XL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/Rze7H9cNHlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yquVg9QrKok/s320/218664391-XL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131776045838310994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...isn't she wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of one of my favorite people...Ellie Phenix...i used to nanny for her.  from the time she was 3 months old until she was about 3 and a half.  this picture was taken by my new favorite photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.daleyhake.com"&gt;Daley Hake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...check out his work and his blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-2163343534129843228?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2163343534129843228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=2163343534129843228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2163343534129843228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/2163343534129843228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t she lovely?'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJii-nFlbG0/Rze7H9cNHlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yquVg9QrKok/s72-c/218664391-XL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-8370989399932505509</id><published>2007-11-10T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:50:28.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucker!</title><content type='html'>ok, so apparently the last post i put up was NOT written by George Carlin.  actually, when he found out that he was credited with it, he called it "a load of sh**".  nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss really enjoys killing my joy when i find little "nuggets" like this and usually sends me a link to "snopes" proving that i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like the quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was written by a Dr. Bob Morehead, former pastor of Seattle’s Overlake Christian Church.&lt;br /&gt;the piece was titled, The Paradox of our age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to give credit where credit was due...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i STILL like the quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, Danny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-8370989399932505509?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8370989399932505509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=8370989399932505509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8370989399932505509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/8370989399932505509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/sucker.html' title='Sucker!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-1367275006984279044</id><published>2007-11-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:02:48.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think about...</title><content type='html'>this was written by George Carlin soon after losing his wife.  a friend sent it to me...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints.  We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.  We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.  We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.  We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.  We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.  We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.  We've learned  &lt;br /&gt;how to make a living, but not a life.  We've added years to life not life to years.  We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.  We conquered outer space but not inner space.  We've done larger things, but not better things.  We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.  We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less.  We plan more, but accomplish less.  We've learned to rush, but not to wait.  We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.  These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.  These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.  These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.  It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.  A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.  Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.  Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.  Remember to say, "I love you" to your  partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.  Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.  Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your  &lt;br /&gt;mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.  If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-1367275006984279044?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1367275006984279044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=1367275006984279044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1367275006984279044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/1367275006984279044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-to-think-about.html' title='something to think about...'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505698033843736150.post-6966757684528151800</id><published>2007-10-27T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:32:29.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bit the bullet!</title><content type='html'>ok, so i finally gave in and started a blog...  not even sure what i will say on this thing, but i had to conform to the rest of what my friends and coworkers were doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that it makes me look like such a follower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i have stuff to say, and this actually might save my friends and family from some long and whiny phonecalls.  this way, i can get stuff off my chest and if folks want to read it, they can.  but if they don't...  well, maybe i'll just assume they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1505698033843736150-6966757684528151800?l=bosisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6966757684528151800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1505698033843736150&amp;postID=6966757684528151800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6966757684528151800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1505698033843736150/posts/default/6966757684528151800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bosisms.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-bit-bullet.html' title='I bit the bullet!'/><author><name>Bosisms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03283457921786306122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
