<?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-6446945554492026940</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:35:13.801-07:00</updated><category term='Australia'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Gods will'/><category term='faith'/><category term='St. Kilda'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>livin' life and seeing the world</title><subtitle type='html'>A little glimps into the adventure and mess that is my life.



San Juan, PR</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-420951469909937443</id><published>2009-10-24T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:26:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shows are out and the results are in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SuPTa4pgu5I/AAAAAAAAALg/TQ8SdEpegpM/s1600-h/show_thumbnail_glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SuPTa4pgu5I/AAAAAAAAALg/TQ8SdEpegpM/s320/show_thumbnail_glee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396389237356542866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some amazing television shows in the fall line up this year, here's what i'm into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Rock &lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me &lt;br /&gt;Flash forward &lt;br /&gt;The office &lt;br /&gt;Glee &lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl (no judging) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already gotten hooked, you should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-420951469909937443?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/420951469909937443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=420951469909937443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/420951469909937443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/420951469909937443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/shows-are-out-and-results-are-in.html' title='The shows are out and the results are in...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SuPTa4pgu5I/AAAAAAAAALg/TQ8SdEpegpM/s72-c/show_thumbnail_glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-3502795409312631502</id><published>2009-02-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:20:04.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might have had to be there...</title><content type='html'>Me: (having just woke up on my friend Audrey's couch)   "Ugh, I have dog hair all over me.  I feel so gross" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby: (one of Audrey's many roommates) "You look hot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: look of disgust  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby: "It's like redneck glitter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: look of shock mixed with amusement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn: Hysterical laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me a week later:  hehehehehehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-3502795409312631502?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3502795409312631502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=3502795409312631502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3502795409312631502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3502795409312631502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-might-have-had-to-be-there.html' title='You might have had to be there...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-1557947768821443594</id><published>2009-02-13T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:58:56.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick makes me wish I had cable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SZWlcDk_GGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gmWNbJXZhHA/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SZWlcDk_GGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gmWNbJXZhHA/s200/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326037713983586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have to feel and look disgusting but I'm bored.  There should be a sick day suggestion website, things that don't take a lot of effort but will occupy the sick and weary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-1557947768821443594?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1557947768821443594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=1557947768821443594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/1557947768821443594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/1557947768821443594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-sick-makes-me-wish-i-had-cable.html' title='Being sick makes me wish I had cable...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SZWlcDk_GGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gmWNbJXZhHA/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-6062850234802841703</id><published>2008-09-13T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:27:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where the earth touches the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SMvOBt2IAcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aj_zLxiDIRU/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SMvOBt2IAcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aj_zLxiDIRU/s200/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245512719884878274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I walked the pasture and up the hill to be closer to you, in hopes that perhaps the quiet beauty of the hilltop would bring crisp clarity to your voice... That I may hear the deepest desires of your heart for my life.  It is there,  waiting in stillness, I felt each breath, heard the beating in my chest, and I came alive again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-6062850234802841703?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6062850234802841703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=6062850234802841703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/6062850234802841703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/6062850234802841703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-morning-i-walked-pasture-and-up.html' title='where the earth touches the sky'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SMvOBt2IAcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aj_zLxiDIRU/s72-c/IMG_1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-4947126142849027200</id><published>2008-07-12T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:53:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something i wrote.</title><content type='html'>Things that used to consume my time and heart no longer have space&lt;br /&gt;for I am full and running over with love for you&lt;br /&gt;My own strength fails me and the walls I built crumble &lt;br /&gt;I stand exposed and vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;Unarmed, fear creeps along my skin and my heart trembles&lt;br /&gt;logic takes over, I want to run but i am heavy with emotion &lt;br /&gt;Feeling defeated&lt;br /&gt;it is now me &lt;br /&gt;as I am &lt;br /&gt;in brokenness &lt;br /&gt;standing in fear, longing to be protected and taken truely as I am&lt;br /&gt;needing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-4947126142849027200?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4947126142849027200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=4947126142849027200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4947126142849027200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4947126142849027200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-little-something-i-wrote.html' title='Just a little something i wrote.'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-2200027279318286353</id><published>2008-07-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:21:50.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office in which I spend most of my time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SHeyBRjzbCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3cZJ6YEkTX0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SHeyBRjzbCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3cZJ6YEkTX0/s200/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221838027922566178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading this book about office life; it’s a bit like the ever so popular Office Space or the Office television show.  There is no real purpose for me to read this book and I’m sure I could find more productive and fulfilling things to do with my time, but sometimes you just need an easy read, right?  As mindless as the book is I began to notice it had heightened my awareness of the sheer ridiculousness of office shenanigans.  For example, at my office/city, which will remain anonymous, we have a fountain…this said fountain causes hours of meaningless conversation and prohibits productivity by 25%-at the very least.  See, the said fountain has flowing issues and you would not believe how many people at my office are experts in fountain building.  At any given moment of the day you can find groups of employees huddled around the windows in our break room debating how it was done all wrong, had they just made the wall a little deeper, the sides a little taller, or the water pressure harder.  Needless to say I had no problem participating in these conversations until I read the book, now…I see how ridiculous it is.  Also, we have a “cool kids” parking lot which is slightly farther and to the left of the front door, we know who we are and we all park there.  I once even caught myself glaring at a VP when he unknowingly parked in the wrong lot-the nerve.  Oh and then there was the case of the missing coffee, I can’t explain how many hours were spent making accusations, whispering about new suspects, and then finally cracking the case.  It was one of the sweet admins…I found out it was her when I saw her unloading all the yummy Starbucks she had just purchased to pitch in.  And…Mickey, the office mouse you would have freakin’ thought there was a tyrannosaurs invading cubeland.  Anywho;  saying all that to say that the work environment is like none other, what may be super cool, interesting, or important at work is totally not in the real world.  Corporate Americans beware we are ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-2200027279318286353?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2200027279318286353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=2200027279318286353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2200027279318286353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2200027279318286353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-reading-this-book-about-office.html' title='The Office in which I spend most of my time'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SHeyBRjzbCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3cZJ6YEkTX0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-3217080524784897656</id><published>2008-06-30T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:32:12.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sen.si.tive |ˈsensitiv|</title><content type='html'>Sensitive; to be easily offended or upset.   This is my newest critique from my ever so cool and euro boss, the same guy who also tells me that people in the office don't like me, that I have bad meeting faces, and my all time favorite...I have no sense of humor.  The sensitive comment is by far the most accurate but I wonder just how accurate considering his other accusations.  I in fact should have realized that he may have something with this last one when I had to call my most honest friend to ask her if she thought I was.  If I had to call...I think it's a safe bet that this may be something I need to work on.  The thing is I like that I am sensitive, this sensitivity gets even stronger when I see others hurting.  My sensitivity prompts action, comforting, volunteering, apologies.    I want to stay sensitive in the good way and not be in the bad way.  I can use so serious prayer with this one if you have any spare time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lord, thank you for creating me with the good type of sensitivity and for the desire and ability to recognize pain or sadness in others but please help me to be less sensitive to others judgement of me, help me to seek how YOU see me.   Develop in me a strong, serving,  and forgiving heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-3217080524784897656?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3217080524784897656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=3217080524784897656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3217080524784897656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3217080524784897656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/sensitive-sensitiv.html' title='sen.si.tive |ˈsensitiv|'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-4625121688205198898</id><published>2008-06-25T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:57:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promax update</title><content type='html'>I promised a Promax update, but now I don't feel like it.  So there.  Life's not fair (see below example.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-4625121688205198898?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4625121688205198898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=4625121688205198898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4625121688205198898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4625121688205198898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/promax-update.html' title='Promax update'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-8429008628710695303</id><published>2008-06-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:47:54.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>Why is it than when I look and feel great I go to the grocery store,   shop around and get home without seeing anyone I know or knew, but when I look like someone has repeatedly hit me over the head with a baseball bat for two days I run into freakin' everyone I went to high school with?  Ok maybe not everyone...it was a slight exaggeration for dramatic effect.  It's not fair I tell you,  I look presentable 80% of the time so it ticks me off that, that 20% of the time I run into guys I wish knew I was alive in school but now seeing them with my baseball bat hitting hair and teen face breakout, I wish I wasn't alive.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-8429008628710695303?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8429008628710695303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=8429008628710695303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/8429008628710695303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/8429008628710695303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-3579097452956253447</id><published>2008-06-18T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:40:37.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promax-rockin' my face off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SGPilmD2IyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6HdGMx8-V3E/s1600-h/P1020951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SGPilmD2IyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6HdGMx8-V3E/s200/P1020951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216261928924881698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am attending Promaxbda, one of the largest television marketing and creative conference in the world.  The line up of speakers includes some of the most influential leaders in the industry like Michael Benson (ABC MKT EVP), Joe Early (Fox) Rick Haskins (CW), John Miller (NBC), George Schweitzer (CBS), Ken Robinson, James Lipton, and the great Lee Hunt.  Although you may not recognize any of these names these are the people that have been influencing and entertaining you for years.  Genius I tell you!  One of the many things I have learned this week is that surrounding yourself by creative and motivated individuals breads creativity and motivation.  It is absolutely invaluable to attend conferences, read articles, and be mentored by those that have more experience than you.  The past few days have fired me up and made me want to be, do, risk more in my job and in my life.  I always thought that there were creative people and then people like me who know creative people...but now i realize that we are all born with the ability to be creative and innovative we just can't let the world suck it out of us.  Promax, so far, rocks my face off.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the conference to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention that I had an amazing NY pizza lunch with Cory, Carrie, and Josh, saw Rick Flare (who acted a bit drunk),  AND watched a Jordan Sparks impromptu concert in times square.  Overall, not a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-3579097452956253447?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3579097452956253447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=3579097452956253447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3579097452956253447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3579097452956253447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/promax-rockin-my-face-off.html' title='Promax-rockin&apos; my face off!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SGPilmD2IyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6HdGMx8-V3E/s72-c/P1020951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-5193973591476656027</id><published>2008-06-17T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:42:25.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SGPjB___xSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R2mq5-E8OKE/s1600-h/P1020924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SGPjB___xSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R2mq5-E8OKE/s200/P1020924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216262416924394786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made it to NYC, delayed thanks to US Airways.  I was a bit perturbed at first but the guy I sat next to had waited all day to get on a flight, his last name was King, I don't usually remember names but he kinda looked like George Bush who...we all know is the president and presidents are sorta like kings.  Not really but my brain works in strange patterns.  I am staying at the Night hotel (super trendy and goth) which is a 1/2 a block from Times Square, pretty cool eh?  I love this city.  Although it's a bit busy for my taste the parks are incredible and I can think of nothing better than a coffee, good book and the park.  Next time you are in the Big Apple skip the tourist traps and head to the park (I suggest Bryant or Central) and enjoy the people watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-5193973591476656027?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5193973591476656027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=5193973591476656027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5193973591476656027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5193973591476656027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-heart-nyc.html' title='I heart NYC'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SGPjB___xSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R2mq5-E8OKE/s72-c/P1020924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-4465342249000618551</id><published>2008-06-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:23:12.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>I can't read!  Not literally, I CAN read I am just having a hard time of it as of late.  I used to love to sit down with coffee and dive into a good book for hours, but now I can barely get through one page without thinking of a million other things I need to be doing.  Am I falling prey to todays lifestyle of not being able to stay still?  Sadly, I would have to day that I am.  Another struggle I have had in the past couple of weeks is feeling like I can't hear the Lord, coincidence...I think not.  If I can't sit still and be quiet to read than it's no wonder that I can't hear the Lord.  How can one be still when this world, and my brain, are so noisy?  How do you shhhh your thoughts?  I have come to the conclusion, that like most everything, being still and quiet is a decision.  One has to make the decision to shut off the world and be ready to receive the heavenly.  It's hard, but when I think back about those times that I enjoyed a leisurely morning with coffee and a good book it gets me even more excited about the sweet moments I spend &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;in the presence of the Lord.   Sweet Jesus please help me to be still in the midst of this noisy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-4465342249000618551?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4465342249000618551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=4465342249000618551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4465342249000618551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4465342249000618551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/shhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhh!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-3990139755385183632</id><published>2008-06-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:36:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SFB8z6L8RFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0SA3lIyCdVs/s1600-h/rainbow-in-the-sky.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SFB8z6L8RFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0SA3lIyCdVs/s200/rainbow-in-the-sky.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210802000102179922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a rainbow this evening.  I was tired and it was rainy and I didn't want to go for a walk.  But I did and there it was hangin' around somewhere between sunshine and yuck.     &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... you just gotta walk in the rain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps I didn't get a picture but this picture looks pretty darn close to the one I saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-3990139755385183632?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3990139755385183632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=3990139755385183632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3990139755385183632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3990139755385183632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/through-rain.html' title='Through the rain'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/SFB8z6L8RFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0SA3lIyCdVs/s72-c/rainbow-in-the-sky.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-3916550648956751493</id><published>2008-06-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:28:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the bug</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to figure out a friends birthday I got totally distracted with get this...travel. I know it's hard to believe.  Actually not travel itself but more like the time I spend not at home.  I calculated that in 4 months I was away 51 days. What the heck! The very sad fact is that 5 minutes before I started the birthday search I was thinking that I really need to get away.  I am sick in the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-3916550648956751493?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3916550648956751493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=3916550648956751493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3916550648956751493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3916550648956751493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-attempt-to-figure-out-friends.html' title='I got the bug'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-395492290325893185</id><published>2008-06-10T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:42:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so they move...</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been having a bout of intense dreams.  As much as I love change,   I realized that I only like it when I am the one changing.  Over the past couple of months I have been bracing myself for the departure of a few of my close friends.  This change...in essence, is an amazing opportunity for the ones I love but to me, however strong I pretend to be, it seem like rejection, loss and abandonment.  I had no idea that my heart would hurt so badly to see them go, especially since I am used to my friends being more miles away than my threshold for driving will take me.  The dreams came so innocently at first only to burst into intensity as the nights went on.  Alone,  calling without answer, packing my belongings only to be to late and left behind.  Today, I see...I am moving on too, that their change has provoked change in me.  In my uncomfortable state I become more dependent on the Lord.  New relationships and opportunities are uncovered to a mind once stunted of its growth by comfort.  And so they move...and the Lord moves within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-395492290325893185?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/395492290325893185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=395492290325893185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/395492290325893185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/395492290325893185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-they-move.html' title='And so they move...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-2604979621176753028</id><published>2008-04-06T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:54:00.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Kilda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Reasons why you should visit Victoria, Australia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rOQkICjUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HiZ1PYZrIB4/s1600-h/Aussie+Pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rOQkICjUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HiZ1PYZrIB4/s400/Aussie+Pics+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684704841174338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNnkICjPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhDQhAGYO9c/s1600-h/Aussie+Pics+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNnkICjPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhDQhAGYO9c/s400/Aussie+Pics+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684000466537714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNoEICjQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1APUKrmHtU/s1600-h/Aussie+Pics+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNoEICjQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1APUKrmHtU/s400/Aussie+Pics+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684009056472322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNoUICjRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hcZtu8QNDes/s1600-h/Aussie+Pics+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNoUICjRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hcZtu8QNDes/s400/Aussie+Pics+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684013351439634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNokICjSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8q2TeMA4n10/s1600-h/Aussie+Pics+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNokICjSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8q2TeMA4n10/s400/Aussie+Pics+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684017646406946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNo0ICjTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-6nfLpQbNUk/s1600-h/Aussie+Pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rNo0ICjTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-6nfLpQbNUk/s400/Aussie+Pics+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684021941374258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the most amazing paved walking/bike trail all around the city and it runs along the Yarra river it's called the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heritage trail&lt;/span&gt;- a great way to see the sites and get some exercise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Melbourne parks &lt;/span&gt;are spectacular and free (watch out for bats they are freakin everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The docklands&lt;/span&gt; is a great place to grab a bite and at night there are fire torches that go off every half hour (during the day I saw Nicholas Cage filming an action movie ohhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;St Kilda&lt;/span&gt; is a great beach to hangout and grab an espresso and watch the sunset.  The scene is perfect with it's wooden beach chairs and cafes right on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Sports, of any kind, are a BIG deal to Australians so if there is a game at the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Telstra Dome&lt;/span&gt; you should not pass up the experience.  It's a tour-de-force in stadium design, featuring a magnificent retractable roof and computer managed turf and in the first 15 min of the St. Kilda game I witnessed a full blown streaking by one of the players-highlight of the game for me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day Trips from the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yarra Valley wine country&lt;/span&gt; is a spectacular region of rolling hills and beautifully managed vineyards.  The tours are inexpensive and they allow you to bring a picnic to enjoy on the property.  &lt;br /&gt;Phillip Island &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Penguin parade &lt;/span&gt;was by far one of the coolest things I have ever seen- make sure to soak it in because they don't allow any photographs to be taken of the cute little fairy penguins.&lt;br /&gt;Rent a car, better yet a jeep, and drive the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great Ocean Road i&lt;/span&gt;t will be the best roadtrip you've ever taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twelve Apostles&lt;/span&gt; 20 million year old limestone formations right off the coast.  The best way to take in the magnitude of these ionic formations is to hire a small prop plane.  The splurge is totally worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Otway Fly Treetop Walk&lt;/span&gt; in the rainforest gives you a Birdseye view of the inner workings on the Australian rainforest make sure to stop and take in the sounds... that way you can critique every sound machine in Brookstone when you return.  www.otwayfly.com&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;riplet Falls&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most spectacular waterfalls in the Great Otway Park and offers a stunning one hour loop walk through ancient rainforest.  It's a bit of a hike to get there and the view is well worth the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, see, experience Australia...who cares if it takes two days to get there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-2604979621176753028?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2604979621176753028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=2604979621176753028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2604979621176753028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2604979621176753028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-why-you-should-visit-victoria.html' title='Reasons why you should visit Victoria, Australia...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R_rOQkICjUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HiZ1PYZrIB4/s72-c/Aussie+Pics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-9146989697912708199</id><published>2008-02-13T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:01:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Londonsick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R7NXbMSNXDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9afV4fUUbW8/s1600-h/abb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166569322189773874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R7NXbMSNXDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9afV4fUUbW8/s400/abb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture makes me happy.  If you ride the London Eye this is what you get to see-it's amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-9146989697912708199?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9146989697912708199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=9146989697912708199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/9146989697912708199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/9146989697912708199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/londonsick.html' title='Londonsick'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R7NXbMSNXDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9afV4fUUbW8/s72-c/abb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-7582093786781319531</id><published>2008-02-06T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:44:56.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never win an Emmy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R6njzMOHjwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u5hKokChawY/s1600-h/emmy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163908916350258946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R6njzMOHjwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u5hKokChawY/s320/emmy7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R6njp8OHjvI/AAAAAAAAACw/eX7zlUjR_To/s1600-h/emmy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For years, perhaps my entire existence, I have been struggling with my lack of a tangible talent. It seems that everyone around me is drowning in it… writers, directors, actors, designers, photographers, and musicians. To be honest, I am very jealous, I wish it was me and that I had something to offer, volunteer, and serve with. Last night at Charlotte One Dave Edwards spoke about the “Giant” that keeps us from living in Gods will for our lives, that giant being comparison. It was then that I realized that I have been living my life comparing, who and what I am, to those around me all the while feeling like I would never measure up or that because I don’t have a tangible talent I couldn’t and wasn’t being used by the Lord. Basically, I have not trusted the Lords ability to work through me. I am, in essence, who the Lord wants me to be and I have talents that fit into what the Lord has created me for. I have my own special destiny and I am equipped accordingly and there is no need to let the “Giant” keep me from who I am uniquely created to be. There is a immense peace and joy that flows from this place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-7582093786781319531?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7582093786781319531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=7582093786781319531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/7582093786781319531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/7582093786781319531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-never-win-emmy.html' title='I will never win an Emmy...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R6njzMOHjwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u5hKokChawY/s72-c/emmy7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-5888594292522040874</id><published>2008-01-29T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:28:32.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon ami Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R59wB8OHjuI/AAAAAAAAACo/xwYqLF0ChCc/s1600-h/kelly+nd+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R59wB8OHjuI/AAAAAAAAACo/xwYqLF0ChCc/s400/kelly+nd+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160966876637400802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R59t_8OHjtI/AAAAAAAAACg/hd3C0eoQqrE/s1600-h/kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R59t_8OHjtI/AAAAAAAAACg/hd3C0eoQqrE/s400/kelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160964643254406866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about a million things things I love about mon ami Kelly, so I have narrowed it down to 10. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)  She doesn't care about hygiene (which I think is funny until I have to share a tent with&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;her...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)  Super creative.  Everyday she amazes me with something she has designed or captured with&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;her camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)  Will walk with me anytime (5:00am) at any temperature (zero below) for however long (30       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;miles) oh, also wearing the same thing she walked 10 miles in yesterday see # 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  Does what she says she is going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  Always up for adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Travel? Her answer 10 out of 10 times is yes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  She is the busiest person I know but she makes time for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Amazing at bringing people together and making sure everyone is having a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  Serves and cares for others with abundance and a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Loves the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 encore) She is an incredible friend that I can laugh, cry, yell, and grow with.  I heart her big&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLY!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-5888594292522040874?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5888594292522040874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=5888594292522040874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5888594292522040874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5888594292522040874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/mon-ami-kelly.html' title='Mon ami Kelly'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R59wB8OHjuI/AAAAAAAAACo/xwYqLF0ChCc/s72-c/kelly+nd+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-7508520215791750949</id><published>2008-01-25T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T06:00:37.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5o8csOHjrI/AAAAAAAAACM/6jM85pDd3dg/s1600-h/aserve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159502786710703794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5o8csOHjrI/AAAAAAAAACM/6jM85pDd3dg/s200/aserve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a restless generation. There is a deep longing and desire to do more, serve more, love more, and act more. We talk A LOT about how things need to be different, but are we really acting on our convictions?&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to admit that I let this world and all the responsibilities/ideals of it take over and I'm left (just to name a few) saying things like "it would be really irresponsible to leave this great job and serve in Africa" or "I am so busy just trying to get by, it would be impossible to organize a fundraiser, volunteer, give money." etc...&lt;br /&gt;I want change and I want to get excited about it, but as the world diSINtegrates before my eyes how do I get motivated. I read a devotion (by the infamous John Roos) behind motivation "For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be recompensed for his deeds in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad." - 2 Corinthians 5:10 (NASB) Free your life from anything that distracts you. Don't be deceived but seek first His kingdom and His righteousness. Lay aside every other goal that you might be driven to please and serve Him. Remember that His rewards are not temporary. He will reward you now, and in eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa! His reward is not temporary...how amazing is that? All this time I spend trying to be rewarded (i.e things, promotions, affirmation) from this world are temporary. What my focus needs to be is doing the Lords will and seeking His pleasure because that is what will remain for eternity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord please free my life from anything that distracts me, and help me to seek your righteousness and reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out some people who are making a difference under the &lt;strong&gt;Get Involved&lt;/strong&gt; header on the right hand side of the blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-7508520215791750949?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7508520215791750949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=7508520215791750949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/7508520215791750949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/7508520215791750949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5o8csOHjrI/AAAAAAAAACM/6jM85pDd3dg/s72-c/aserve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-4031968227108800867</id><published>2008-01-22T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:40:21.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i ask...</title><content type='html'>Never ending is his love and care for me.   The moment I felt like our distance had become too great the Holy Spirit moves and all that I can do is fall on my face and worship with all that I am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-4031968227108800867?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4031968227108800867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=4031968227108800867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4031968227108800867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/4031968227108800867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-only-i-ask.html' title='if only i ask...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-5568471512061098520</id><published>2008-01-22T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:16:57.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of a rant...</title><content type='html'>OK, this is NOT going to be pretty, so for those of you who think I have it all together or that I am strong and that I run through wildflower fields and dance on rainbows all day, be prepared.  I am SO flawed and such a mess!  I don't know if anyone else ever feels this way but most of the time it's like I'm floating above myself watching daily acts of stupidity and monotony.  Floaty self yelling "MOVE ON , GO, STOP, GET A LIFE!!!"  Why don't I listen? How tragic.   Like no one else has had their heart broken or felt like their job was going to put them into an insane asylum, or that there friends don't get them.  I mean... I understand faith, hope, love, and joy because I know the Lord.  I also trust that the Lord has the best possible plan for my life, one that I may not understand or agree with at the moment-but He really knows best .  However (the BIG however) it doesn't always make the struggle any more tolerable.  Today I feel weak, alone, sad and frustrated with my life.  It happens, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I felt wrapped up and loved in the Lords arms and this week I couldn't feel more  distant.  How does one maintain?  Anyone who would like to pray for my sanity it would be much appreciated.  I want, once again, to desire and crave God more than anything and to carry peace as Jesus did in the craziness of his life here on earth.  I want to be different. Hate sin. live with patience. Exude love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-5568471512061098520?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5568471512061098520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=5568471512061098520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5568471512061098520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5568471512061098520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/bit-of-rant.html' title='A bit of a rant...'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-5536594498714004840</id><published>2008-01-20T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:00:33.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5P6Uhpzu9I/AAAAAAAAACE/btzQr69go6A/s1600-h/once+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5P6Uhpzu9I/AAAAAAAAACE/btzQr69go6A/s200/once+movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157741228807404498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you get the chance to watch a movie anytime soon, watch Once.  Great movie even better soundtrack.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-5536594498714004840?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5536594498714004840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=5536594498714004840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5536594498714004840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5536594498714004840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-movie.html' title='Good Movie'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5P6Uhpzu9I/AAAAAAAAACE/btzQr69go6A/s72-c/once+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-5350198814054729440</id><published>2008-01-18T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:01:28.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Fridays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5DnZhpzu8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0FDXE6xwzRA/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156875999055690690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5DnZhpzu8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0FDXE6xwzRA/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am no damsel in distress, I need a cowboy, so cowboy-up!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The wise words of Lindsay Fisher, one of my favorite people in the world, in response to a conversation about being "intimidating women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha!  I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-5350198814054729440?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5350198814054729440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=5350198814054729440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5350198814054729440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/5350198814054729440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-fridays.html' title='I love Fridays!'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R5DnZhpzu8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0FDXE6xwzRA/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-134563867644448354</id><published>2008-01-16T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:14:12.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R44d9xpzu6I/AAAAAAAAABs/8Z4_314fiZM/s1600-h/CharlotteONE_Parking_Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091570523716514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R44d9xpzu6I/AAAAAAAAABs/8Z4_314fiZM/s200/CharlotteONE_Parking_Map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need intellect?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should come checkout  Voddie Baucham at Charlotte One.  For more information visit &lt;a href="http://www.charlotteone.org/index.php"&gt;http://www.charlotteone.org/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-134563867644448354?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/134563867644448354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=134563867644448354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/134563867644448354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/134563867644448354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/charlotte-one.html' title='Charlotte One'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R44d9xpzu6I/AAAAAAAAABs/8Z4_314fiZM/s72-c/CharlotteONE_Parking_Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-2825334416301696544</id><published>2008-01-15T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:18:41.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean...Thinnovative?  Apple=Marketing genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R409eBpzu3I/AAAAAAAAABU/LuA7S9h4XEU/s1600-h/apple_macbookair_base_20080115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155844734458248050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R409eBpzu3I/AAAAAAAAABU/LuA7S9h4XEU/s200/apple_macbookair_base_20080115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R409eRpzu4I/AAAAAAAAABc/L0wWKGGtAi0/s1600-h/index_top20071026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155844738753215362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R409eRpzu4I/AAAAAAAAABc/L0wWKGGtAi0/s200/index_top20071026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a girl to do???  I can't decide which Mac to get.  I can stay the conservative route and get the Macbook which has everything I need and is a much better price OR I can freakin get the sweetest laptop out there.  And I thought things were complicated yesterday when I was trying to figure out whether I wanted a burrito or taco salad at Moe's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-2825334416301696544?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2825334416301696544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=2825334416301696544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2825334416301696544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2825334416301696544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-meanthinnovative-applemarketing.html' title='I mean...Thinnovative?  Apple=Marketing genius'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R409eBpzu3I/AAAAAAAAABU/LuA7S9h4XEU/s72-c/apple_macbookair_base_20080115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-2436765154096324825</id><published>2008-01-15T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:50:18.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R44ZHBpzu5I/AAAAAAAAABk/nmBI-NF02eI/s1600-h/180px-Green_mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156086231879367570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R44ZHBpzu5I/AAAAAAAAABk/nmBI-NF02eI/s200/180px-Green_mango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fact about me...for almost 10 years I though I was allergic to mango's because one day my best friend in high school had a reaction where his lips blew up to a crazy size. How I got it in my head that I was allergic because of his reaction I have no idea. I am officially ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other weird facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate walking over grates on sidewalks-I am afraid I will be the one person who plummets to their death in this way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read magazines back to front&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water with no ice actually tastes better to me (yes...I know it's the same)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am afraid to sing in my own house, I can hear my neighbor snore at night and that means he can hear me sing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red wine gives me hives but I drink it anyways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always get a ToGo box but never eat the food I bring home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-2436765154096324825?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2436765154096324825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=2436765154096324825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2436765154096324825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2436765154096324825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/officially-ridiculous.html' title='Officially ridiculous'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R44ZHBpzu5I/AAAAAAAAABk/nmBI-NF02eI/s72-c/180px-Green_mango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-2515712212021037890</id><published>2008-01-14T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:06:47.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I participated in what I believe to be the most grueling, physically challenging, and rewarding sport ever created. Volleyball. I seriously LOVE this sport, slamming your body into the floor, letting the ball crash into your forearms, running head on into the wall to keep the play going, I mean…what’s not to love eh? Then tragedy hit…I woke up this morning. I literally could not lift my arms to dry my hair I was in so much pain. Just to take this a little further for you to understand the extent of the agony, when I tried to sit up in bed my abs gave out and I remained laying there on my back wondering if someone had been punching me in the stomach all night as I slept. This got me thinking about how I always, in one way or another, seem to be in pain whether it be from exercise, relationships, or just the stuff life throws at me. What I know to be true in the type of pain I was feeling this morning is that because of the suffering I am enduring the next time I play I will be stronger and play a better game. The same thing goes for the life and relationship struggles, it hurts but I will be better because of it. This, I know, is not rocket science and is about as basic as lessons get but I often forget about the stronger part of the story because I am engrossed in the pain part. As the Lord works in my life it’s going to be difficult and very painful-change and growth hurt. My prayer is that we all can learn to rejoice in our sufferings because if we were not experiencing growing pains that means we aren’t growing, and if we aren't growing we are dying. Rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. Romans 5:2-4 (NIV) We all have hope in Christ Jesus.  Praise the Lord for sore muscles!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-2515712212021037890?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2515712212021037890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=2515712212021037890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2515712212021037890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/2515712212021037890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-is-good.html' title='Pain is good'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-371978018459815292</id><published>2008-01-10T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:13:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R4YnPRpzuzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kZScEoy07Ow/s1600-h/SPIN_JUST_COVER%2520200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153849966962391858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R4YnPRpzuzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kZScEoy07Ow/s320/SPIN_JUST_COVER%2520200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checkout this rad CD Spin.  I can't stop listening to the song "where can I go," it's amazing! You can get a little sample on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/suzywillsyaraei"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/suzywillsyaraei&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I warn you it is definitely different but different is good, eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-371978018459815292?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/371978018459815292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=371978018459815292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/371978018459815292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/371978018459815292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-something-different.html' title='a little something different'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R4YnPRpzuzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kZScEoy07Ow/s72-c/SPIN_JUST_COVER%2520200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-6622520989151728282</id><published>2008-01-08T10:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:43:35.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R4WcFRpzuyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XIYnlvb2RWY/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153696963047439138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R4WcFRpzuyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XIYnlvb2RWY/s200/grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="passage_935_1" style="CURSOR: pointer" onclick="document.getElementById('esvContent_935').innerHTML = ''; new Ajax.Updater('esvContent_935', '/sites/all/modules/tooltip_esv/esv_proxy.php', {asynchronous:true, evalScripts:true, parameters:'passage=Ephesians+4%3A29' }); return false;"&gt;Ephesians 4:29&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just think what would happen if we all put this verse into practice...it would literally change the world. I didn't think I was going to make a New Years resolution but this verse is a beautiful challenge and opportunity to speak life over others.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-6622520989151728282?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6622520989151728282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=6622520989151728282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/6622520989151728282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/6622520989151728282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/ephesians-429-let-no-corrupting-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R4WcFRpzuyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XIYnlvb2RWY/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446945554492026940.post-3470169484164744184</id><published>2008-01-01T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:16:00.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Am I running?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R32RpBpzuxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K0e0iGYoApk/s1600-h/meincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151433682786171666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R32RpBpzuxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K0e0iGYoApk/s200/meincar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Someone, whom I love and respect, once told me that those who travel are running from something. I thought about this for days, being a travel junkie, I had never thought of why I felt the need to go. Was I running? I have been blessed with the opportunity to talk politics in a family wine cellar in Switzerland, dance all night in the Vienna underground, sail the Greek islands, watch fairy penguins march in Australia, eat more pasta than should be humanly possible in Italy, and stood in awe as the fall fireworks filled the sky over Charles bridge in Prague. So many sunrises, sunsets, and experiences all of which I will never forget. Once back from memory la la land my answer finally came…at first, yes. I was running from expectations, relationships, love, God, my call. So many of us are running or hiding from our true calling or fear of failure in that calling. For some its travel others it’s staying in a job you know is not right or perhaps it’s busying yourself working, volunteering, or over-planning your own life so that you can avoid Gods plan. Are we afraid that the Lord will give us something horrible to do or is it we are afraid of how great our calling could be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you know the Lord at all you know that he will meet you wherever you are-and for me, it was where I always was…on a trip. God started using the time that I was away, out of my daily routine to heal me. Through sunsets, mountaintops, and the amazing people I encountered in my travels he slowly and methodically knocked down the walls, repaired the hurt, and introduced me to a new relationship with him. It was there, at the height of adventure that I got a glimpse of his face and will never be able to turn back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know that life will have its ups and downs and faith will prove difficult (and it already has) but I am excited. All that I have experienced in my travels has prepared me for the adventure that is having a relationship with the Lord. I am ready for a life that is crazy, unpredictable, and dangerous- a life that I feel, as Christians, we were designed to live. I am a child of God and I should follow him with reckless abandonment and childlike faith. Although God will use your time "running" to teach and strech you, we need to be willing and ready to give up the plans we have for our lives and take up the will and adventure that God has. Saying all that to say my life is not my own and the only running I'm doing is towards the Lords plan for my life, wherever that may take me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 10:39 Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446945554492026940-3470169484164744184?l=erinlivinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3470169484164744184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446945554492026940&amp;postID=3470169484164744184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3470169484164744184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446945554492026940/posts/default/3470169484164744184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinlivinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-running.html' title='Am I running?'/><author><name>Erin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R3pODBpzuvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qEKPutFLeXM/S220/happy+weekend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te8_jiW8qbk/R32RpBpzuxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K0e0iGYoApk/s72-c/meincar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
