<?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-30025941</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:41:19.159-05:00</updated><category term='new year'/><category term='Niki Madeleine'/><category term='Blogexplosion'/><category term='twitter'/><title type='text'>My Walk With the Lord.</title><subtitle type='html'>My Daily walk with the Lord and all the things on my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-7484766697496461186</id><published>2007-01-16T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:31:17.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>MOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://mollieduvall.wordpress.com&gt;http://mollieduvall.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-7484766697496461186?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/7484766697496461186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=7484766697496461186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/7484766697496461186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/7484766697496461186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2007/01/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-791304903873341646</id><published>2007-01-07T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:31:40.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I decided to use one of the layouts provided by blogger because I think they are cool and playing with layouts is a waste of time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to write about but there is this cool, fun thing called &lt;a href=http://twitter.com/mollieduvall target=new&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; where you can write what you are doing from either the website, your phone, or on IM. &lt;a href=http://incogblogo.net target=new&gt;Luka&lt;/a&gt; told me about it. It's just something that takes 3 seconds. I just can't seem to get the html on my sidebar. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a nice new year. I didn't! and that's my fault so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-791304903873341646?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/791304903873341646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=791304903873341646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/791304903873341646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/791304903873341646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-decided-to-use-one-of-layouts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-3514179542528788705</id><published>2007-01-07T05:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T05:23:55.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>okay?</title><content type='html'>If you're gonna actually take the time to google my name "mollie duvall" atleast leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RaDYNISrPUI/AAAAAAAAABI/a5uQsh0JGzw/s320/mollieduvall.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-3514179542528788705?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/3514179542528788705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=3514179542528788705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/3514179542528788705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/3514179542528788705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-youre-gonna-actually-take-time-to.html' title='okay?'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RaDYNISrPUI/AAAAAAAAABI/a5uQsh0JGzw/s72-c/mollieduvall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-2227199755016029682</id><published>2006-12-30T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:00:24.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is for CAT! Since I show up in her feed reader right when I post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good. I don't want to take my Christmas tree down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaM99zN7WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6obc7j1BEVE/s1600-h/IMG_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaM99zN7WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6obc7j1BEVE/s320/IMG_0607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014350231312919906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaM-NzN7XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0P0Dfh_Rub8/s1600-h/IMAGE_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaM-NzN7XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0P0Dfh_Rub8/s320/IMAGE_010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014350235607887218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaMNNzN7VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4uOWD5XnepU/s1600-h/IMG_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaMNNzN7VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4uOWD5XnepU/s320/IMG_0625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014349393794297170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaMDdzN7UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hxdhsvm3Rbs/s1600-h/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaMDdzN7UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hxdhsvm3Rbs/s320/IMG_0582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014349226290572610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-2227199755016029682?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/2227199755016029682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=2227199755016029682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/2227199755016029682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/2227199755016029682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-post-is-for-cat-since-i-show-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59Gf9uHiE08/RZaM99zN7WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6obc7j1BEVE/s72-c/IMG_0607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-8436226039625950835</id><published>2006-12-22T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:12:49.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I know I haven't written. The fact no one really comes makes me lose motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot on my mind right now. Especially right now. I really want to talk about it but I am afraid it will come out wrong. I will say that I don't know if God is putting certain people in my life to make me see what life is really about or if I am choosing this. I am lucky, but it hurts like hell, especially when things in their life aren't working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas music makes me sad this year...especially the song "breath of heaven"..I wanted to cry. I am sad this holiday season and I wanna break lose but it's so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-8436226039625950835?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/8436226039625950835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=8436226039625950835' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/8436226039625950835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/8436226039625950835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-i-know-i-havent-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-9108062658812606653</id><published>2006-12-14T20:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:35:34.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niki Madeleine'/><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I am here. Didn't really feel like writing the past few days because I can't seem to get any of my thoughts out the way I really want to but I figured trying wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever try to see the good from a bad outcome? Niki's death has brought so many blessings and even though I miss Niki so much it hurts I am happy with the way things have been going since. I have become closer with some people, talked to Niki's family for the first time and been keeping in touch. It's been amazing. But it's still so hard, I teared up during class today, especially when a song comes on that really reminds me of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her aunt emailed me yesterday. I had emailed her first and she sent me the letter Niki wrote me 2 days before she left this Earth and I was bawling. It is the most amazing letter I have ever read and it just gives me so much comfort, and I am so happy she is no longer in any pain. It would be very selfish to want her back just so I would feel better. She went through so much and deserves to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed some close people the letter but this is the part that stuck out the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Remember that I'll be rooting for you all the time dearie , and telling Jesus about you. And I'll be wanting to tell you about how amazing heaven is but I won't be able to , so just know that it will be amazing, and know that I will always love you. Look for me when you get to heaven , k? I'll be waiting for you . " &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is that. I can't wait until I see her again, talk to her again, hug her so hard. It will be the best first day of my eternal life. Is it weird to be excited already???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-9108062658812606653?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/9108062658812606653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=9108062658812606653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/9108062658812606653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/9108062658812606653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff_14.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-3745904899680589883</id><published>2006-12-09T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:44:04.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niki Madeleine'/><title type='text'>Nik Nik</title><content type='html'>Wow I definetly just woke up and it's about 4 PM....sad. But I had stayed up all night pretty much working on this video for Niki (Go down to november 28th if you don't know). I think it's really good, makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=1b1c7aab6199fa58703b1d" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="350" height="328" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=1b1c7aab6199fa58703b1d&amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=1b1c7aab6199fa58703b1d&amp;skin_id=0&amp;coord=" target="_blank" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/1b1c7aab6199fa58703b1d/0.gif" style="border:0px;" width="350" height="35" ismap &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;height:30px;width:350px;text-align:center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/create?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;onetruemedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Today I made a webband in memory of Niki, it's on the top corner of my site and I want to get this around. If Niki touched you in some way or another please feel free to use it, it would make me so happy and I know she would be too.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;textarea&gt;&lt;!-- Web-band by mollie duvall --&gt;&lt;div style="position:absolute; border:0px; z-index:10000; margin-left:0px; top:0px; left:0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikimadeleinewebband.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/nikimadgif2.gif" alt="web-band by mollie duvall" border="0" usemap="#Map"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Fine web-band --&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definetly miss that girl. I will write more when I am more awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;img src=http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/136091042_add0bc898bcopy.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-3745904899680589883?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/3745904899680589883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=3745904899680589883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/3745904899680589883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/3745904899680589883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/nik-nik.html' title='Nik Nik'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-8179023236407019043</id><published>2006-12-07T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:25:32.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogexplosion'/><title type='text'>Grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" src="http://webjay.org/flash/xspf_player?autoload=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://webjay.org/by/mollieduvall/mollie.xspf"     quality="high"bgcolor="e6e6e6"width="200"height="20"name="xspf_player"align="middle"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I found out something that REALLY upset me. It more made me angry and I almost did something but was stopped. But it's really sad how adults can act exactly like highschoolers and talk crap about people. Seriously, you all should be the one giving me the lectures on how "gossiping is bad"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted my account on blogexplosion because a good friend of mine is being fed crap she doesn't deserve. It's been going on for awhile now and I was also affected by this "crap talking" awhile back but decided to stick around. Bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for the people involved and feel they need to do that. Really am sorry, hope you find you're happiness sooner or later. No one talks crap about a sweet person for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-8179023236407019043?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/8179023236407019043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=8179023236407019043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/8179023236407019043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/8179023236407019043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/grow-up.html' title='Grow up'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116545406140704445</id><published>2006-12-06T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:23:19.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.25peeps.com//peep/image/2329/cuqths/IMG_0189.jpg&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I finally made 25peeps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Please click here: &lt;a href=http://www.25peeps.com/r/2329 target=new&gt;http://www.25peeps.com/r/2329&lt;/a&gt; and my picture as well! That would be awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been alright the past few days... I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my friends house the other day and we made a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=1acac2ee02f5b695de4223" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="350" height="328" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=1acac2ee02f5b695de4223&amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=1acac2ee02f5b695de4223&amp;skin_id=0&amp;coord=" target="_blank" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/1acac2ee02f5b695de4223/0.gif" style="border:0px;" width="350" height="35" ismap &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;height:30px;width:350px;text-align:center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/create?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an online slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;onetruemedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;img src=http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/IMG_0566.jpg&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;img src=http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/IMG_0567.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116545406140704445?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116545406140704445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116545406140704445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116545406140704445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116545406140704445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/25peeps.html' title='25peeps'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116526865501015236</id><published>2006-12-04T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:53:23.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Alone- Kutless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.anxiousdog.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FAll%20Alone%20-%20Kutless.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Icy chills round your heart&lt;br /&gt;A heart that's made of stone&lt;br /&gt;It seems like&lt;br /&gt;Life is out to get you&lt;br /&gt;To destroy what you want&lt;br /&gt;I know that, that you blame me for all that you go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;It could be, so different if you would just let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Running out of ways to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to hope&lt;br /&gt;And it always slips away&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;But you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to cope&lt;br /&gt;There is a brighter way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you would change your perspective&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd see that it is true&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always what you want&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I'd be with you, and help you in all that you go through&lt;br /&gt;I love you, let Me change your heart by coming in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Running out of ways to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to hope&lt;br /&gt;And it always slips away&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a brighter way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Thanks to everyone who's commented, the support is amazing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me some time to get myself to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been easy for me to keep my emotions under control when I am at school, I really dont know what I would do with myself if I broke down...I've had a few close calls but I've been ok. It's mainly when I am by myself or talking to lulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I mentioned that I have this constant warm feeling throughout my body...its nothing I can describe in words. I think it's both Niki and God showing me that it is ok, I am not the only one who is getting these feelings. Some of her friends and family members have it too..it's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everynight I have been talking to Niki, telling her so much. How much she meant, and I even showed her my cat I once told her about (He gives kisses). I know she's listening and I know she's there and I told her never to leave me. I want to grow up with her in my heart, I want to live like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am naming my first baby girl Nicole Madeleine, Niki's real name was "Nicolette" but I like Nicole, pretty much means the same thing and her nickname will be Niki (For as long as my baby lets me call her that) hehe. Think I'm kidding? Call me when I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we did Senior Confessions, regrets and Quotes..For my quote I used "If the world was perfect, Heaven wouldn't be desirable"...I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik Nik, I ate brownies yesterday and today and pretty much the WHOLE thing, but I bet you could have eaten more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously will never look at brownies, redbull and cupcakes the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy right now, but so sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so close to the Lord as I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some commenters are wondering what happened, please read down to November 28th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116526865501015236?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116526865501015236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116526865501015236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116526865501015236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116526865501015236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116503568688480092</id><published>2006-12-01T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:03:17.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want everyone to know this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#D3E6F7"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.not-listening.de%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FCold%20-%20A%20different%20kind%20of%20Pain.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CDE2F7;border:#000000;button:#B9D7F3;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this as well on facebook so I am just gonna put it here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing Niki had shown me before she left this Earth was to not worry. Not worry about the little things. That life is "so small in comparison to Heaven", and now that she's gone, her advice has really taken place in my life. I don't care about people who think differently of me then who I say I am..no one's perfect in any way. I don't care about the people who gossip or hate me. I don't care about the people who aren't real. Jesus is the reason for the season!! (and my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main goal in life now is to live it to the fullest, love Jesus with all I have and be in Heaven with Niki, Andrea and all the family that love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will never change. Nothing else is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think anyone understands how bad I crave Heaven right now. But I love life and I want to live it exactly like Niki did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Book 90 Minutes in Heaven By Don Piper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for the comments and IMs. Your support means a lot. Please continue to pray for the family. Niki's funeral is tomorrow and since she does not live near me, I won't be going but in heart I will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116503568688480092?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116503568688480092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116503568688480092' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116503568688480092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116503568688480092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-everyone-to-know-this.html' title='I want everyone to know this.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116494483914689690</id><published>2006-11-30T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:26:25.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When you finally find me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark Harris - Wish You Were Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://webjay.org/flash/xspf_player?autoload=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://webjay.org/by/mollieduvall/mollie.xspf"quality="high"bgcolor="e6e6e6"width="200"height="15"name="xspf_player"align="middle"type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the album The Line Between The Two&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you how closely I've kept&lt;br /&gt;The memories of you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And all of the lifetimes that we had to share&lt;br /&gt;Live even though we're apart&lt;br /&gt;But don't cry for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm finally free&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;To run with the angels&lt;br /&gt;On streets made of gold&lt;br /&gt;To listen to stories of saints new and old&lt;br /&gt;To worship our Maker&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;When you finally find me&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No don't you be weary cause waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Are wonders that you've never known&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on to Jesus, reach out for his hands&lt;br /&gt;And one day They'll welcome you home&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Finally free&lt;br /&gt;Finally free&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here, I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the dreams that you treasure&lt;br /&gt;Will soon come together&lt;br /&gt;And that's when your sorrow will find tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And you will rise again&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll run with the angels on streets made of gold&lt;br /&gt;We'll listen to stories of saints new and old&lt;br /&gt;We'll worship our maker that's where we'll be&lt;br /&gt;When you finally find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God (sorry God), I miss her so much. I think the reason it was not as bad the past 2 days was because I was in shock. I am slowing starting to go nuts. She was like my sister, Oh my Gosh she is really gone, my baby is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream last night. Sometimes I tend to hear my music in my dreams and last night was one of them. Lulu told me that this morning she was going up to Niki's to help plan the funeral, and that niki will be buried in one of those above ground cripts next to her parents. I told her to please tell Niki bye for me...well last night (that part wasn't a dream)...but during my dream, I was at Niki's funeral and she was laying there wrapped in something, something white almost like a mummy, and I just held her and told her what she meant to me, and I could hear the song in my last post "Goodbye my lover" the exact words I remember hearing were &lt;b&gt;"I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her...I miss her so much. I can't handle this right now. She was a pure angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;"Goodbye my lover&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been the one&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;So here is my Thirsday Thirteen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Niki&lt;br /&gt;2. Niki's smile&lt;br /&gt;3. Niki's laugh&lt;br /&gt;4. Niki's personality&lt;br /&gt;5. Niki's ability to be able to make people feel better, in any situation&lt;br /&gt;6. Niki's strength&lt;br /&gt;7. Niki's courage&lt;br /&gt;8. Niki's old AIM conversations and facebook notes&lt;br /&gt;9. I am going to print those and keep them until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;10. Niki telling me about the book 90 min in heaven. Everyone should read it. True story. I know for a fact God wanted Niki to tell me about this book, it preparedme for a lot.&lt;br /&gt;11. Her kindness towards everyone she knew&lt;br /&gt;12. Niki I love you&lt;br /&gt;13. I will never forget you, pretty girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116494483914689690?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116494483914689690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116494483914689690' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116494483914689690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116494483914689690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-you-finally-find-me.html' title='When you finally find me..'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116486377680028152</id><published>2006-11-29T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:56:49.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You touched my heart, you touched my soul, you changed my life and all my goals -James blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ff.rueda.free.fr%2Fpouet%2Fpouet%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJames%20Blunt%20-%20Goodbye%20My%20Lover.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;B&gt;Can't stop listening to this song.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many thoughts going through my head right now. I made a playlist on itunes titled "Niki". It only has 4 songs, and have been on repeat since last night. Niki's death has been different though, different then Andrea's. I remember reading somewhere that there's a difference between unexpected (Andrea) and expected (Niki). But I feel Niki so close to me. I told that to a friend name lulu and she said &lt;b&gt;ME TOO!&lt;/b&gt;. Lulu knew Niki in person. I told her tonight that when she's see's Niki at her funeral, to say goodbye to her for me. Then I started crying. There are moments where I am fine then I just lose it. I miss her so much. I am losing it right now. I am so stressed out. I thought I would be ok, and I know I will soon but right now...I just want to run in a field and scream..scream her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really baffled me that she died yesterday. She had left me a message on facebook a few hours before. Then at 6, she was gone. But I am happy she is free...She kept relapsing over and over. She lost both of her parents to this cancer as well and she needs to be with them. She was the most perfect girl. Too perfect for this earth therefore needs to be with the loving God. And she is..I know it. &lt;b&gt;I feel it.&lt;/b&gt; But it doesn't change the hurt and the pain. I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is really upset with what happened. She actually found out she died before I did and called and told me. She wonders why God would give her cancer. And her cousin pasted what Niki wrote a long time ago in her old journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it happened to me because shit happens. bad things happen. and it has to happen to someone because the world can't be perfect. heaven wouldn't be desirable. God comforts us when we're alone, believes in us when no one else does, pops us back on the right path when we're lost, and LOVES us no matter what we do. when we sin and do awful things, He still loves us. he brightens our days, and he loves us. to know that you're eternally loved is a wonderful feeling. why did cancer happen to me? i have no idea, but it did, and i will shed my own light in the darkness. besides that, smiling feels so much better than crying. the one thing i've learned from all of this is to never lose faith. even when you feel like you've suffered unjustly, never loose faith. it's what holds you together, and pulls you out of the bad times. it allows you to smile when the world says cry, which is a much better feeling than being sad." -Niki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Last week she knew I was sad about Andrea's anniversary and she sent me a longg message and here is a part of it. It made me smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life is so small in comparison to when we get to heaven. when we get there, all our hurting during our life will be about the size of a ladybug ( a pretty one with lots of dots) in comparison. it will be worth it."- Niki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Our last AIM conversation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohpsitsmollie: I love you&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: i love you with all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: it spills from this box&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: like&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: ..&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;ohpsitsmollie: Awww lol&lt;br /&gt;ohpsitsmollie: Don't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;ohpsitsmollie: I'm saving that&lt;br /&gt;all the sunshine: :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niki you were so brave. See you when it's my time to go.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3383/3212/320/307670/n509696412_6384_1454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to share this because I thought it was so amazing..I usually get Klove's encouraging word of the day on my phone each morning and they day after Niki died, I got a message from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. &lt;br&gt;You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me &lt;Br&gt;with joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 30:11 NLT | Context | Print&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116486377680028152?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116486377680028152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116486377680028152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116486377680028152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116486377680028152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-touched-my-heart-you-touched-my.html' title='You touched my heart, you touched my soul, you changed my life and all my goals -James blunt'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116477039880043916</id><published>2006-11-28T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:54:03.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Niki Madeleine November 28th, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3383/3212/320/447450/n1052910020_30000621_3697.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel much like talking about this. But my friend Niki went to heaven today at the age of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my language but fuck you cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my Angel...always will be. The most amazing girl I have EVER met on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP baby. I am glad I was able to tell you everything I felt. I have NO regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116477039880043916?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116477039880043916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116477039880043916' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116477039880043916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116477039880043916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/rip-niki-madeleine-november-28th-2006.html' title='RIP Niki Madeleine November 28th, 2006'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116458421716326713</id><published>2006-11-26T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:21:06.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ah</title><content type='html'>You know what really sucks????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premenstrual Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying for no reason, I loveee that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is making me sooo angry today, I keep losing battles over at blogexplosion. Is my journal really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I am talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll clean my room. That will make me happy, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just ran so hard 5 times around thie huge field..my first time in about a year. I am SO sick. I came back in crying and was dizzy and stook my head under cold water for like 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird though, I kept seeing my shadow behind me in this one particular area of the field...at first I thought it was someone and turned around real fast and no one was there...then I saw it as my old self chasing me, sounds dumb I know but I have beem slipping a lot lately...using bad words, getting angry easily etc. I won't let my old self back in, I just can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116458421716326713?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116458421716326713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116458421716326713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116458421716326713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116458421716326713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/ah.html' title='ah'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116450847012555255</id><published>2006-11-25T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:28:04.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've figured it out!</title><content type='html'>How was everyone's thanksgiving?? Mine was good and of course the next morning I was up a 6 am with my mom at Target with a bunch of rude people buying stuff to add to our collection's of "junk we don't need" and what I bought was not even on sale. HAHA. I bought a new mp3 player called a zen, my ipod is pretty much not working anymore so I got this, it's only 1 gb and not the color I want but I am not gonna complain hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, photography is something I am interested in more than anything. Ever since I was a little girl I would watch my dad develop pictures the old fashioned way in the basment AKA "the dark room" for hours. He used to go to Guatemala every year and take pictures of the people there and they just turned out so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around my Sophomore year in higschool I started realizing that maybe I wanted to walk in his footsteps. But mostly, my favorite things to take pictures of were of objects and nature scenes. &lt;b&gt;click to make bigger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;A href=http://static.flickr.com/22/33196699_b7f84db676.jpg?v=0 target=new&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/22/33196699_b7f84db676.jpg width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;a href=http://static.flickr.com/23/33975057_8ff43aa8b6.jpg?v=0 target=new&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/23/33975057_8ff43aa8b6.jpg width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;a href=http://static.flickr.com/51/156980708_eb126135ff.jpg?v=0 target=new&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/51/156980708_eb126135ff.jpg width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a new interest, something that I really think I want to persue as my career after highschool. Taking pictures of pregnant women and couples etc, and the baby after it's born. My sister is getting ready to have a baby in May and I am going to be doing her pictures for it and I have never been more excited. If these turn out okay I am pretty sure I am going to do something with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116450847012555255?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116450847012555255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116450847012555255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116450847012555255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116450847012555255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-figured-it-out.html' title='I&apos;ve figured it out!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116434116671720704</id><published>2006-11-23T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:07:00.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;1. The Lord&lt;Br&gt;2. My family and friends, especially the ones that put up with my lovely mood swings&lt;Br&gt;3. Niki and Andrea&lt;Br&gt;4. Diet Coke&lt;Br&gt;5. Everyone who is working hard towards to cure to cancer&lt;Br&gt;6. Brownies and dark chocolate during my TMO (hehe)&lt;br&gt;7. Photography, my artistic way of expressing myself&lt;Br&gt;8. Warm bubble baths&lt;Br&gt;9. Sarah McLachlan and her Wintersong Album&lt;Br&gt;10. NYC&lt;Br&gt;11. Starbucks&lt;Br&gt;12. Christian Music (Klove)&lt;Br&gt;13. Music&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116434116671720704?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116434116671720704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116434116671720704' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116434116671720704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116434116671720704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116422159695253422</id><published>2006-11-22T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:01:28.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kineda.com/are-you-an-a-list-bloglebrity/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kineda.com/bloglebrity/blist.png"border=0 alt="B-List Blogger" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;i&gt;With 282 links in the last 180 days, Technorati places http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com in the high authority group.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not an A list blogger, but really didn't expect to be a B! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The High Authority Group [B-List Bloggers]&lt;br /&gt;(100-499 blogs linking in the last 6 months)&lt;br /&gt;The third group represents a decided shift in blog age while not blogging much more frequently than the last. In keeping with the theme of the maturation of the blogosphere, it seems evident that many of these bloggers were previously in category two and have grown in authority organically over time. In other words, sheer dedication pays off over time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cool. Anyway, woke up around 11 AM which is probably my usual. And am drinking a redbull right now which is heaven. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my sisters 19th birthday, AND thanksgiving =) I am going to get her something from &lt;a href=http://coach.com target=new&gt;Coach&lt;/a&gt;...one of my favorite stores =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!! I am thankful for my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I was just standing in the kitchen crying, trying to see the good that comes out of death, especially one that is only 20 years old. I am trying to hard to see the light through it all. So hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray for &lt;a href=http://www.nikimadeleine.co.nr/ target=new&gt;Niki&lt;/a&gt;. Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116422159695253422?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116422159695253422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116422159695253422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116422159695253422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116422159695253422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116407961847437641</id><published>2006-11-20T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:24:24.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/livelifeandrea.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I sent this out as an email, but I think it is good as a blog post as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who knew/heard of Andrea, tomorrow (now today) will be 3 long years since she went to Heaven and even though it is much more amazing there, it's still hard (maybe harder) as the years keep coming. I wanted to write this to everyone because tomorrow I know the family is going to need prayers (me as well). November 20th is the hardest day of the year and if you all could just visit her site, watch the video I made for her and just say a little prayer, or whatever you all do..that would be such a blessing. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her site is &lt;a href=http://john-andrea.blogspot.com target=new&gt;http://john-andrea.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video is in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I want to make note of something that was said to be tonight by a "friend". &lt;b&gt;yes, andrea died three years ago&lt;/b&gt; but since when is there a time limit that I can miss her? You had no right, whatsoever. and 3 years was NOT that long ago. You have no idea how this made me feel. I can hardly even keep tears back I am so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good way to piss me off. BIG time. Thanks. Love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;*Grief is different for everyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *Grief is a high stressor.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;B&gt;*Grief takes a long time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *Grief is an emotional roller coaster.  A grieving person may have extreme emotional highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;B&gt;*Grief returns on holidays, anniversaries, birthdays, and other special events.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden vs. Expected Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden Death:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;*Shock and disbelief last longer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *Sudden death can be more confusing, bringing up many feelings to deal with all at once.&lt;br /&gt;    *There is no time to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116407961847437641?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116407961847437641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116407961847437641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116407961847437641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116407961847437641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-years-later.html' title='3 years later'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116331097731550065</id><published>2006-11-11T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:57:41.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not going to lie, I miss her BIG TIME THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to do something in honor of her this year but I really don't know what. The only thing I can really think of is light a candle for her or something. I did that 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sign language teacher really makes me happy. I always think people will think I am crazy that I miss someone so much that I met online. She knows that I haven't and I can sit and just tell her everything about her and she won't think a thing. I know I shouldn't care what people think of me. It's gotten better though. I am such a free spirit then what I used to be. Was All packed tight into one big box of conformity. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Well I don't know what else to write. But I love you all who comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I had a river, I could skate away on" - Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river that reached Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116331097731550065?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116331097731550065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116331097731550065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116331097731550065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116331097731550065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-going-to-lie-i-miss-her-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116270057256664828</id><published>2006-11-04T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:22:52.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November...pain all over again.</title><content type='html'>Before I write this, don't call me emo, especially when you don't know what it's like to lose someone you loved so much...Cancer sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas time...er..the winter season, whatever anyone calls it. But not as much as I used to. November is a very hard month for me. This year seems to be harder then last year. And it's not because Andrea's gone. That's what it used to be. I know she is in a better place and I wouldn't want anything different. It's the memory of all the emotions and feelings and pain that happened 3 years ago. If that makes sense. Just reliving the day over again. I remember everything about that day. It was so sudden which is why it hit me so hard. I didn't know. No one told me she was about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on November 20th, 2003, finding out she was gone. It was too much for a just turned 15 year old to handle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it changed me. For the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what life's about. I really do. Which is why I refuse to do things that aren't necessary for my life. You know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why it upsets me when people also assume things about me. You have no idea who I am. You never will. Its really too complex actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am holding my tears in so hard my throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write about this every year because it helps me. and I also want people to know about her. She was so amazing. I also really think they need people to get mammorgrams at an earlier age. &lt;b&gt;Andrea was diagnosed at 26&lt;/b&gt; .26. not 40. and was gone 4 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are having a fun time in Heaven my Angel. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remember, there is no time in heaven. When it's my time to go it will seem like I came in an instant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you. For everything. Even though it hurts, I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for Sarah McLachlan. She's helped me through all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116270057256664828?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116270057256664828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116270057256664828' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116270057256664828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116270057256664828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/novemberpain-all-over-again.html' title='November...pain all over again.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116262288597034443</id><published>2006-11-04T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:48:22.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really sucks how I'm getting more and more bad at this. For some reason, I don't think writing in this is really something that's important to me anymore. I was told that instead of me having many blogs, that I have just "given up on it". Which I have. I didn't really think I needed it anymore but I do now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been happening, family problems and something else I can't discuss. I try not to let it bother me but it is...and November 20th is coming up. Andrea has been almost gone 3 years and it seems like it happened just yesterday but also having to live each day with so much pain the 1st year or so, it also seems like its been forever since it happened. I have gotten better with it, I really have but I still have some moments where I call out to her and ask her to give me some sign, which I don't think I have gotten but maybe I don't really need it. Faith is what I need and I have faith that she's in the best place in the world, with people that she loves surrounding her 24/7. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found out a friend of mine named Niki who is a little older then me's cancer relapsed for like the millionth time..it's in her brain now. I don't really wanna talk about how I am feeling at this point but it's not good. I know God is with me through all of this. Last night I asked God to bring me some kind of comfort and about a minute later the song "Homesick" by Mercyme came on and its about someone who's died is in a better place, etc. It made me cry harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so painful, but I know its all here for a reason and one day, everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come soon.&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking that a lot lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116262288597034443?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116262288597034443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116262288597034443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116262288597034443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116262288597034443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-really-sucks-how-im-getting-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-116128153368288323</id><published>2006-10-19T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:45:04.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think..Im..back?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it has been around two months since I last wrote in this. I was not planning on coming back but I always say that. Do never believe me when I say I am never coming back, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things have happened since I last posted. I'm 18 now, which I don't know if I am okay with. I am still emotionally that little girl inside, probably always will be. But hey, I got some cool stuff! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, me and my mom and some friends went to my favorite restuaraunt called "Louies" and it was so fun. But that night didn't end so fun. I was with my friend Shannon and my sister calls and was yelling at me in my voicemail to call me back so I did and she told me that Shannons ex boyfriend (they are still really good friends) drowned the night before, early that morning and that I needed to tell her. &lt;b&gt;It was the worst thing I had probably ever done&lt;/b&gt; end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday my Dad, step mom, step sister (I call her my real sister), her boyfriend, my.. step grandma??? lol took me to &lt;a href=http://www.mahoganyprime.com/index.asp target=new&gt;Mohogany Steak House&lt;/a&gt;. It was an awesome place, very tasty and fancy. Then I got to open my presents and my dad got me a &lt;a href=http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?product_no=8826&amp;category_id=68 target=new&gt;Coach bag (in brown)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?category_id=191&amp;product_no=8849 target=new&gt;Wallet (in brown too lol)&lt;/a&gt; (thought pictures would make things more interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video I made from Sat night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=1522e7b203f667876865ba" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="350" height="328" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=1522e7b203f667876865ba&amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=1522e7b203f667876865ba&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=embed&amp;skin_id=0&amp;coord=" target="_blank" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/1522e7b203f667876865ba/0.gif" style="border:0px;" width="350" height="35" ismap &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;height:30px;width:350px;text-align:center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/create?&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=embed" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;DVD photo slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;onetruemedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-116128153368288323?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/116128153368288323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=116128153368288323' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116128153368288323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/116128153368288323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115639658503389728</id><published>2006-08-24T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:16:25.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it was too good to be true =(&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa is back in the hospital. They think his brain swelled up from surgery and he has a lung infection. He had bad headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started school monday. So I won't be posting as often as I did. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115639658503389728?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115639658503389728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115639658503389728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115639658503389728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115639658503389728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115545006648629329</id><published>2006-08-13T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:21:06.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME.</title><content type='html'>Well... I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say a lot of things about today...&lt;br /&gt;such as how horrible it was or how we almost got stuck in Atlanta with the rudest lady sitting at the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that it could have been worse and it was a miracle how one person didn't show up which made 3 extra seats on the flight to OKC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...that one sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost kissing the ground when I got off that plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the man up stairs...I was pretty much pleading to him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as bad as I look, and so I am going to get me a nice cup of lemonade...and hopefully go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mollieduvall"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/mollieduvall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pictures will be posted on my flickr page, I am too tired to put them up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: NEVER FLY DELTA AIRLINES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115545006648629329?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115545006648629329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115545006648629329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115545006648629329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115545006648629329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/home.html' title='HOME.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115535635260261539</id><published>2006-08-11T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:19:13.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The Lord answered every prayer I had this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Aunt Cindy I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy God gave me you as an aunt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I wouldn't trade what is right now for anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;What I find even more amazing is my grandpa got to go home today! 2 days &lt;br /&gt;after BRAIN SURGERY!!!! Its like he didn't even have surgery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I asked God for him to make it through okay and he says "I can do even &lt;br /&gt;better than that!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I go home tomorrow and my next post will have pictures. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Love, mollie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115535635260261539?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115535635260261539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115535635260261539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115535635260261539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115535635260261539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115533509699429202</id><published>2006-08-11T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:24:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Just a note to self: I am sure I could have gotten the information if I &lt;br /&gt;logged into blogathon.org but last night I accidently deleted all my &lt;br /&gt;sponsor emails for everyone I sponsored during the blogathon and then &lt;br /&gt;this morning I saw that I was getting them emailed to me all over again &lt;br /&gt;because they were having server problems......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;He provides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Its all how you see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And I drink too many redbulls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;--mollieduvall&lt;br /&gt;http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115533509699429202?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115533509699429202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115533509699429202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115533509699429202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115533509699429202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_11.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115524001768236659</id><published>2006-08-10T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:04:55.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Sorry I do not have the header graphic up. I am posting this from my &lt;br /&gt;cell phone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Thirteen things I am thankful for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;1. The Lord...he changed me.&lt;br /&gt;2. My family...especially this week. I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;3. Having no addictions to anything dangerous...such as alchohol, &lt;br /&gt;drugs...etc&lt;br /&gt;4. Being alive and healthy&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends...not the fake ones. I think its better to have 10 real &lt;br /&gt;friends then 25 fake materialistic ones.&lt;br /&gt;6. Having the ability to see what is REAL, not just what we want to &lt;br /&gt;see.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being able to easily forgive...I used to think it was a bad thing but &lt;br /&gt;now I am definetly thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;8. Alone time...allows me to think about things and get my life back &lt;br /&gt;where it should be.&lt;br /&gt;9. Animals...they make the world a better place. I know that sounds like &lt;br /&gt;something cheesy, but really they do!!! Well my kitty does anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Photography&lt;br /&gt;11. Henderson Hills...even though I've been kind of lacking there &lt;br /&gt;lately.&lt;br /&gt;12. Prayer... Really number 2&lt;br /&gt;13.  For 2nd chances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115524001768236659?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115524001768236659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115524001768236659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115524001768236659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115524001768236659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115517429633282342</id><published>2006-08-09T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:45:01.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;My grandpas surgery went wonderful. They were done faster then expected. &lt;br /&gt;He was talking and moving and he looked like a cute little &lt;br /&gt;baby...sleepyhead. I wanted to hug him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I read the bible during the surgery. I loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;This summer was probably the biggest realization for me on how amazing &lt;br /&gt;family is. I am pretty sure I said "I love my family" a million times &lt;br /&gt;today. My cousin John, Uncle John, Kinda Uncle Keith, Aunt Cindy, &lt;br /&gt;Sister, Dad and Grandma....so much love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Aunt Cindy left about an hour ago. I miss her already. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;--mollieduvall Via the Sidekick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115517429633282342?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115517429633282342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115517429633282342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115517429633282342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115517429633282342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115500070065210900</id><published>2006-08-07T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:31:40.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>family=love...and so does Sandee</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;a href="http://day-without-rain.org/wordpress"&gt;SANDEE!!!!! &lt;/a&gt;(THE 8TH)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;bR&gt;&lt;bR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3383/3212/400/molliemeg.png&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;This is me and my sister at the family cookout yesterday =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I could of asked for a better day other than how I felt inside. That's probably the only thing I would fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Aunt Cindy came over I was nervous because of the past family drama and even though I was over it, I really didn't know how she still saw everything. I prayed to God to please still have the closeness we did.I mean, last time I had seen her was the Summer after 8th grade and here I am now, a Senior in HS. She is amazing and I would have been heartbroken if things had changed. I love family, if you couldn't tell already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came over I knew I would be in the "don't talk just stare" mode which consists of me sitting, not talking and being my nervous self, which happens quite often. It was really hot in the room so she decided to sit outside and I could have sworn God was talking to me telling me "GIRL GO OUT THERE!!" and the words go go go kept going through me. So I did, and I am so glad I did. Just like old times. Then dad came outside....lol jk (but he really did). Also, I knew everything would be okay because I saw she was wearing a necklace and it was a cross. I knew he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you may think me being like this about family is weird, but she is a lot like me and I see her as more a sister than an aunt. I absolutely LOVE her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day before my grandpa's surgery. Thanks to anyone who is praying or thinking about him. I haven't cried but I am sure I will wed morning. We are all getting up early around 2 am to go to the hospital. I have a strong feeling things will work out okay. I know the Lord is on our side and will give us the strength we all need to get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, what the family is calling it, "playing by ear" tomorrow. I am sure it will be amazing. I just hope so much that I won't be as closed up as I was today. I remember in Teen Leadership Sophomore year that it is not a bad thing to be shy, but I also know that if you wanna get anywhere, sometimes you have to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115500070065210900?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115500070065210900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115500070065210900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115500070065210900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115500070065210900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/familyloveand-so-does-sandee.html' title='family=love...and so does Sandee'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115483219150929564</id><published>2006-08-05T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:02:51.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Everything the second time around went okay! no delays or anything! I still got freaked out when they first took off and landed.... but obviously I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my sister that God was like a child with a toy plane. He was guiding it safely in his hands, and he could of saved us from something yesterday that we may never know about. I think most things happen for a reason which was why I did not get upset. All I prayed for was that things would be okay in the end, and they were =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty good since we got here yesterday, especially today =) I was really sleepy most of the day but this morning we went to a giftshop but I mainly walked around listening to my ipod because I was too zoned out to even want to buy anything haha. Around 5 we went to this really nice restauraunt called 91 and my uncle John, his wife *which I guess would be...my aunt?*, dad, grandpa and grandma and sister were all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after dinner, my dad calls me in and says "do you want to ride Johns motocycle and atfirst I thought he was kidding, and I almost said no but they said John was a "safe driver" so I was like ehhh okay. LOL so we went outside and I got on his motorcycle and my aunt took a picture of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3383/3212/400/untitled.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the best format because the picture was laying on the floor and I took a picture of the picture...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a cookout at my Uncle's house. I am super excited. It was cool seeing my cousin JR even though we seem to be more talkative on Facebook then in person, but I am just shy and hopefully I will loosen up more this week around him. He's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I get to see the most wonderful person in the world, my aunt Cindy. She helped me through some stuff and I swear I haven't talked to her in about 2 years mainly because of some family drama but none of it made me change what I felt about her. I was MAD at the time but it is all in the past =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now! I will write more in a couple of days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me some comments. I love seeing comments people have been leaving me while I have been away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115483219150929564?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115483219150929564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115483219150929564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115483219150929564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115483219150929564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115465859663043977</id><published>2006-08-03T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:50:54.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Even though the journey's long&lt;br /&gt;And I know the road is hard&lt;br /&gt;Well, the One who's gone before me&lt;br /&gt;He will help me carry on&lt;br /&gt;After all that I've been through&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize the truth&lt;br /&gt;That I must go through the valley&lt;br /&gt;To stand upon the mountain of God &lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain of God- Third Day&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; After this post I went over to KLove.com and saw my song was playing, and when I hit play, I had this HUGE feeling of comfort come over me. Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's things like this that get me back to where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I just have this to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never said in any way I was perfect. Esp a perfect Christian. I still slip all the time with my words, how I act, my temper, what I think.. I could go on forever. But with one situation, taking what I believe and using it against me is probably the most INSENSITIVE thing a person can do. Esp over the freakin internet, are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never bring my Christian beliefs into something so lame again. And yes I will admit I said the word &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;. It slipped, ok? I made a mistake and I feel bad about it, but I love the Lord with all my heart and I don't care whether you believe it or not because you mean absolutely nothing to me. God knows what's in my heart and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and I have brought myself to where I am now from a place you will never understand. You don't know anything about me and what has even happened in my life. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of the most stressful but good at the same time days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Me, my dad, and sister were supposed to get to Ohio today and we got to the airport but our flight was delayed. So delayed we were going to end up missing our connecting flight from Atlanta to Ohio. Our plan was to stay in Atlanta overnight and leave for our flight in the morning but as we got in the air something was wrong I guess with the air conditioning or something else and we had to turn around and land back in OKC which wasn't very fun because when we landed it got SO SO hot. At that time there were no available flights so here I am, back at home, writing my guts out. I leave for sure tomorrow @ 8 AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though the good thing about it was I was able to spend time with my dad, although he was mad most of the time with what was going on. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo tired though. I fell asleep on the way home while talking to &lt;a href=http://itsallaboutmenotyou.blogspot.com target=new&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; Sorry Dawn!!! Ohhh and that reminds me! The baggage guy made my day!! He asked me where I was going to and I said "Atlanta" and he asked if I was from there and I said no, I am from here "Oklahoma" and he said "Oh, you are a very beautiful lady" it made me so happy and it was so sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me and my sister right after we got off the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://pe-ip004.facebook.com/v38/87/40/1440990037/n1440990037_30070006_6127.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Our Father, who art in heaven, &lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy Name. &lt;br /&gt;Thy kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done, &lt;br /&gt;On earth as it is in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;Give us this day our daily bread,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And forgive us our trespasses,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As we forgive those who trespass against us. &lt;br /&gt;And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil,&lt;br /&gt; For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. &lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115465859663043977?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115465859663043977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115465859663043977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115465859663043977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115465859663043977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/lord-is-my-shepherd.html' title='THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115464762712235023</id><published>2006-08-03T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:27:07.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Trip post number 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Bad news. Our planes fuel pump alert came on. We were 30 min in the air &lt;br /&gt;and had to turn around and come back to OKC. I am burning up so much &lt;br /&gt;right now. I really don't know what to think. I prayed the whole time &lt;br /&gt;because I realized flying scares me. It bothered me the most this time &lt;br /&gt;for some reason. My dad is pretty upset. I am content I guess just very &lt;br /&gt;very hot!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;--mollieduvall via the Sidekick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115464762712235023?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115464762712235023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115464762712235023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115464762712235023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115464762712235023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-problems.html' title='More problems'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115463846243335266</id><published>2006-08-03T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:54:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Trip post number 1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;We are at the airport in okc and our flight to atlanta is delayed so we &lt;br /&gt;will be missing the connection to Ohio but we are staying overnight in &lt;br /&gt;Atlanta which I think is fun. I am happy and stressed. My dad was &lt;br /&gt;freaking out but he is okay. It wil be okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I pray pray pray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;--mollieduvall Via the Sidekick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115463846243335266?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115463846243335266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115463846243335266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115463846243335266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115463846243335266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/delayed.html' title='Delayed'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115456243728134288</id><published>2006-08-02T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:13:37.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelight Fest</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be, but I am SO JEALOUS of everyone who is going to &lt;a href="http://www.lifelightfest.com/index1.html"target=new&gt;LifeLight Fest&lt;/a&gt; in Sioux Falls, South Dakota September 1,2, and 3... So many of my favorite bands are going to be there. Ever have like built up energy in your stomach? Yeah, thats me. It's as bad as when I missed Casting Crowns when they came here! Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I leave for Ohio. For those who didn't read my other post about it, my grandpa has a tumor in his brain and needs surgery. Our plan was to originally go to North Carolina and meet my grandparents and some family I have never met but after his diagnosis, that was cancelled and my dad, sister and I are flying directly to Ohio to their house to be with them instead. I still have some awesome family up there so I am pretty excited about this. I think my grandpa will be okay, he is a strong, mighty guy. He played for Wake forest and had a 50 year record that was just broken by a guy named JJ Reddick. I don't know if anyone is familiar with that or not. I will be there from Aug 3rd to the 12th and I will try to update through my phone but it is kind of a pain and I can't get mobile blogging for blogger to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone to all the comments below. I am okay now but I just get so annoyed with people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my favorite song on &lt;a href=http://klove.com target=new&gt;Klove&lt;/a&gt; is on right now. &lt;b&gt;Mountain of God By Third Day&lt;/b&gt; It makes me so happy. Here it is:&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://gerry.asiahostings.com/jukebox/sounds/Wherever You Are - 9 Mountain Of God.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to work on praying. I think about the Lord and want to live like him but it's hard to pray sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;Be&lt;/b&gt; silent, and know that I am God!  Psalm 46:10 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Deeper Look:&lt;br /&gt;Serenity is elusive in our fast-paced world. It's difficult to disengage, to slow down, and to listen to God. Thirsting for success and hungering for meaning, we fill every waking moment with activity. But true peace is only found in the quiet place of God's presence. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;Mollie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am 17 years old&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am a Senior in High School&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love the Lord, photography, and sign language&lt;br /&gt;4.  I get annoyed by people who can't spell.. (by that I mean lYkE dIs or can't distingush the difference in the meanings bored and board)&lt;br /&gt;5. I love all kinds of music&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe in gay marriage, it's not your business so why should it matter?&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a night owl&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't keep my room clean for 2 days&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't drink, smoke, or do any kind or drugs. I love the natural high better =)&lt;br /&gt;10. Smart Start and Cinnamon Toast Crunch is my favorite cereal.&lt;br /&gt;11. I drink orange soda at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have too many purses&lt;br /&gt;13. I love Victora's Secret =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Add your Thursday Thirteen here! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=mollieduvall&amp;postid=03Aug2006"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It's easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115456243728134288?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115456243728134288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115456243728134288' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115456243728134288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115456243728134288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifelight-fest.html' title='Lifelight Fest'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115442548447130941</id><published>2006-08-01T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:56:44.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age.</title><content type='html'>I wanna thank a certain guy over at BlogExplosion for filing a complaint simply because I entered the chat room at 4 am and he was the only one in here. I thought it would be okay, but I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, but I really don't know what GAMES you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have one thing else to say..this is the other part of my journal "and all things on my mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have to constantly remind me of how old I am? I realize that, I am not stupid. Yes half the teenagers go around doing drugs. I don't. They have sex with every guy they can get their hands on. I am a virgin and I am pretty dang proud of that. I would SCREAM it in public. I just wanna live, like everyone else but sometimes it's hard because you all look down upon me. You don't know me....Yet when you see I am 17 you won't even give me a chance. I have more to offer then most people let me show. And I am in tears not because of the fact I am gonna probably get kicked off BlogExplosion I promise I really don't care, it's the internet, but the fact people see me as a child. I am TRYING to grow up, but I am going as fast as time lets me. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are only willing to accept me when I am no longer a minor, then it is truly sad that you grew up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun filing that complaint and I'll have fun living MY life with the people that LOVE me for &lt;b&gt;WHO I AM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and there are many adults that do... Ms H, Sandee, Dawn, My church leaders, Charity, anyone else I know that reads this. They see past that number crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops but wait I forgot, I am 17 so my feelings don't matter. Oh but in three months they will..right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity. 13 Until I come, devote yourself to the public reading of Scripture, to preaching and to teaching. 14 Do not neglect your gift, which was given you through a prophetic message when the body of elders laid their hands on you.&lt;Br&gt;1 Tim 4.12-14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115442548447130941?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115442548447130941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115442548447130941' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115442548447130941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115442548447130941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/age.html' title='Age.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115441022894546803</id><published>2006-08-01T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:39:43.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make fun of me, hate me, talk about me, call me anything you want..but I will always, ALWAYS stand for what I believe in and what I love the most, Jesus Christ. And he comes first." -Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having many of those "explosions" more like explosions of happiness. It is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.gtdesign.org/radio_blog/sounds/Casting Crowns - And now my lifesong sings.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really describes me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115441022894546803?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115441022894546803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115441022894546803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115441022894546803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115441022894546803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/08/always.html' title='Always.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115426469705185232</id><published>2006-07-30T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:01:29.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGATHON 2006 COMPLETED! WE ALL DID IT!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/blogathon06.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Total blogs: 285&lt;Br&gt;Total pledges: 97,274.68 *still rising*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to bed, I want thank the people over at &lt;a href=http://blogexplosion.com target=new&gt;BlogExplosion&lt;/a&gt; for helping us stay up during the night, everyone who commented, of course the sponsors, the guestbloggers, my lovely monitor Rob, and the most important, the LORD for helping me get through the night and staying in good spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours...wow. &lt;br /&gt;until next year, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the way, you can still donate 48 hours after the event so if you would still like to, you can :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115426469705185232?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115426469705185232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115426469705185232' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115426469705185232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115426469705185232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogathon-2006-completed-we-all-did-it.html' title='BLOGATHON 2006 COMPLETED! WE ALL DID IT!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115426288794792088</id><published>2006-07-30T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:34:47.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2</title><content type='html'>1/2 hour to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say...I am in SO MUCH FREAKIN PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I could say why, but that's called TMI.&lt;br /&gt;but if you're a girl..then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not, well you probably know now anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I can't wait to get into my cozy bed, sounds so amazing right now. This was way worth it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea I love you and I hope this made you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone currently fighting, never give up. There is always hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115426288794792088?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115426288794792088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115426288794792088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115426288794792088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115426288794792088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/12.html' title='1/2'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115426135128311197</id><published>2006-07-30T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:09:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final hour</title><content type='html'>Well, the Blogathon is reaching its final hour..and although I am very sleepy, I am still kind of sad. It is so cool seeing so many people come together and do something for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working in photoshop on a graphic for my last post..hopefully it will all turn out good. I like it so far =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have said this time to time but thank you to everyone who sponsored me, even if it was just a few dollars. It means so much. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news talks about so much bad on the internet...but never the good. It's there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115426135128311197?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115426135128311197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115426135128311197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115426135128311197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115426135128311197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-hour.html' title='Final hour'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115425923791671256</id><published>2006-07-30T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:35:08.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/IMG_78541frame.png target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/IMG_78541frame.png" width=390 height=295 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Click to Enlarge&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Isn't it gorgeous???? I had some others as well but I used a high ISO setting and so it was all grainy (the higher the ISO, the more grainy) I used a low ISO for this picture because there was a little more light so it turned out better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can all thank photography sophomore year for that wonderful knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115425923791671256?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115425923791671256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115425923791671256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425923791671256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425923791671256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful!!!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115425777775523177</id><published>2006-07-30T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:09:37.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning!</title><content type='html'>GOOOOD MORNING EVERYONE!! HOW ARE MY LITTLE SUNSHINES?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is rising and it is absolutely beautiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;How can people NOT believe in a God????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the world happened in a big bang?? You're joking right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ook straight ahead, and fix your eyes on what lies before you. Mark out a straight path for your feet; then stick to the path and stay safe. Don't get sidetracked.  &lt;Br&gt;Proverbs 4:25-27 NLT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of the sunrise, for my next post =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115425777775523177?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115425777775523177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115425777775523177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425777775523177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425777775523177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/morning.html' title='Morning!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115425572962283138</id><published>2006-07-30T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T05:42:30.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready to make nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;...It's a sad sad story&lt;br /&gt;That a mother will teach her daughter&lt;br /&gt;that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwc5YSAc-7g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwc5YSAc-7g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I just finished listening to on itunes, its on my ipod as well. The video is pretty awesome...for your viewing pleasure. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wu3bfRCD3mw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wu3bfRCD3mw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me singing the itsy bitsy spider when I was 3 or 4..too bad I didn't know how to sing it correctly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115425572962283138?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115425572962283138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115425572962283138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425572962283138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425572962283138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='Not ready to make nice.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115425385947538437</id><published>2006-07-30T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T05:08:12.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had someone ask me a question so I had something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you feel that you've contributed, so far, to life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I really didn't wanna answer this question because it seemed hard for me to answer. But maybe I know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even 18 yet, haven't finished school, etc. and I have not had any opportunities to contribute to anything. Well, maybe not. I guess the blogathon is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "life", as I see it, is the keyword in this question. I don't want other people to go through what Andrea did. I want them to have another chance at life; for them to be able to get mammograms even if they can't afford it. To have the doctor say "We caught it early" instead of the "You are terminal" because of one mammogram. If people raised more money for things like this, who knows how many lives could be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not find a cure, but it may just save one person. Early detection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me when a few months after Andrea died, I printed about 100 flyers from The Breast Cancer Site that let people know that they could go to the website and by one click, could help fund mammograms for women in need. The cool thing is, I only found one on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this kind of answers the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;i&gt;You must be the change you wish to see in the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So hey, why you're here, click the button and help fund free mammograms!!!&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/CTDSites.woa/33/wo/XZ1000UE400We700B4/0.0.47.7.0.1.0.1.0.CustomContentActiveImageDisplayComponent.0.0.0 target=new&gt;&lt;img src=http://imageserv01.yss4.com/images/cache/0x8bc9379643728318c0a80a36.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115425385947538437?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115425385947538437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115425385947538437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425385947538437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425385947538437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-someone-ask-me-question-so-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115425245715587913</id><published>2006-07-30T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:41:25.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I am afriad it has gotten to this point where I am going to share my plant with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3383/3212/320/IMG_78451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3383/3212/320/IMG_78461.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called an egg plant..a plant..in an egg. It was in the clearance section at target. It is actually kind of cool. The words on the bean are cheesy though. I have this thing with growing things. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115425245715587913?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115425245715587913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115425245715587913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425245715587913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425245715587913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-i-am-afriad-it-has-gotten-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115425058956089768</id><published>2006-07-30T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:09:56.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;$303!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Devin who went over my goal!!! My next goal is 400$ I hope I can do this but I won't be mad if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay blogexplosions radio is out and this message keeps repeating over and over and over and I'm just letting it run..haha I am such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ok its back up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy...need...sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more hours =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://static.flickr.com/27/50034386_46ce216ef1_o.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/27/50034386_46ce216ef1_m.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115425058956089768?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115425058956089768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115425058956089768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425058956089768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115425058956089768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/303-thanks-to-devin-who-went-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115424887660029023</id><published>2006-07-30T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:41:16.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still hanging in here... when it's 3 in the morning there really is not much to talk about =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am here. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115424887660029023?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115424887660029023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115424887660029023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424887660029023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424887660029023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-hanging-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115424691116818657</id><published>2006-07-30T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:08:31.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets get it started...ha.</title><content type='html'>I am jamming out to the Blog Explosion Radio which is on air all night for the Blogathon. Honestly, I have no idea why I chose NOW to listen to it. It's keeping me entertained and awake. I thought it was gonna be boring, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night I have been putting cokes in the freezer to get them cold quicker but for the 3rd time already, I have been forgetting to take them out and by the time I do, they are frozen and about to explode. I tried openeing them in the sink and they spewed all over me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more hours baby!!!!!! &lt;3 I AM PUMPED AGAIN. TIRED, BUT GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever have that feeling of being so tired but you can't sleep????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115424691116818657?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115424691116818657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115424691116818657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424691116818657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424691116818657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-get-it-startedha.html' title='Lets get it started...ha.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115424528609689980</id><published>2006-07-30T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:44:55.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A question and memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one ability or quality, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to that would probably be to be able to see myself as others see me. And to love who I am and not be so judgemental of myself because I am not as skinny as other people or not as pretty. It is hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the song "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride came on my itunes..It reminds me of Andrea because I remember when it first came out, I emailed it to her and she was crying after watching the video..because it is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss her so much. I didn't think I would cry during the blogathon because I want to think of the good times but sometimes it is so hard NOT to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xreWGoEqkFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xreWGoEqkFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115424528609689980?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115424528609689980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115424528609689980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424528609689980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424528609689980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/question-and-memory.html' title='A question and memory.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115424341844485525</id><published>2006-07-30T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:10:18.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am definetly starting to fade...6 more hours 6 more hours. Keep telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had an english muffin, it was very tasty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go search for some Meme site *places that give you questions to answer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/63/178073347_4b34bf7145_o.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115424341844485525?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115424341844485525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115424341844485525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424341844485525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115424341844485525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-definetly-starting-to-fade.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423950409307145</id><published>2006-07-30T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:36:05.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is hilarious. Some guy comes into my little chat room when I was on cam and says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: hi&lt;br /&gt;Onion: show me your keyboard please!&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: why?&lt;br /&gt;Onion: its embarrasing&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: what is?&lt;br /&gt;Onion: keyboard fetish&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: ok&lt;br /&gt;Onion: now lets see it&lt;br /&gt;Onion: oh yesss&lt;br /&gt;Onion: win&lt;br /&gt;Onion: the last person i got to show keyboard had the same one!&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: haha&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: win?&lt;br /&gt;Mollie Duvall: are u competing for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching American Pie on my iPod. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423950409307145?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423950409307145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423950409307145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423950409307145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423950409307145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423931444413066</id><published>2006-07-30T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:03:38.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/128932/391475.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I know never to play songs on there again lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423931444413066?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423931444413066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423931444413066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423931444413066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423931444413066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-now-i-know-never-to-play-songs-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423774234880320</id><published>2006-07-30T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:35:42.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having problems with Audioblogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423774234880320?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423774234880320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423774234880320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423774234880320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423774234880320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/having-problems-with-audioblogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423609769376901</id><published>2006-07-30T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:09:09.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo</title><content type='html'>Okay so...Its midnight. 9 more hours to go! I can SO do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have been thrown off the blogathon because they didn't update every 30 minutes. Sad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna get the audio blogging thing going in just a minute. I think it may be easier then typing something, especially when you have nothing exciting to talk about. Atleast my rambling will be more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO SO close getting to my 300$ goal! If you would like to sponsor the last few dollars, the link is at the to of my site and on the sidebar. Though, I don't blame people for not being able to find anything over there because there is so much stuff on it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/42/76676605_a13ee9df04_o.jpg width=390 height=305&gt;&lt;br&gt;me and my sister when my hair used to be black =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423609769376901?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423609769376901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423609769376901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423609769376901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423609769376901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/woo.html' title='Woo'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423420645204964</id><published>2006-07-29T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:39:04.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kitty face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3383/3212/400/ZAZU.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am trying to find things to take pictures of. This is my pretty boy, Zazu. I named him that when I was five thinking that it was the lions name but we later found out it was actually the birds. We kept the name anyway because he looks like a little zazu. He will be 12 this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate some more taco soup...mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423420645204964?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423420645204964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423420645204964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423420645204964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423420645204964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/kitty-face.html' title='kitty face.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423235234706810</id><published>2006-07-29T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:05:52.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's been there.</title><content type='html'>I am trying to find a music host so I can upload some music for you all's entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anything too exciting going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember when I wrote this. Either Freshman or Sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;God's Been There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even seconds of happiness&lt;br /&gt;are the seconds that last a &lt;br /&gt;lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You feel everything is finally right &lt;br /&gt;and true&lt;br /&gt;but the thing you dont really see &lt;br /&gt;is that through the devastation &lt;br /&gt;of it all&lt;br /&gt;he's been there to catch your fall&lt;br /&gt;For he is your love,light, &lt;br /&gt;and strength&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who won't forsake&lt;br /&gt;He feels your pain and hears your cry&lt;br /&gt;and has been with you al the time&lt;br /&gt;So if you pray and call his name&lt;br /&gt;you will surely feel his warming flame&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423235234706810?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423235234706810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423235234706810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423235234706810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423235234706810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/hes-been-there.html' title='He&apos;s been there.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115423049943831743</id><published>2006-07-29T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:35:42.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...my cam is down again.. Maybe I just need to restart my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I could care LESS what I look like on cam...Esp tonight and overnight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to find a youtube video, and I am failing. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is my favorite video in the world, for so many reasons.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAdq8kJUw8I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAdq8kJUw8I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ms H. hahaahah I love you and the ice cream cone thing. &lt;3333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115423049943831743?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115423049943831743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115423049943831743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423049943831743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115423049943831743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115422877384185805</id><published>2006-07-29T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:06:13.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsors!</title><content type='html'>I just got 3 new sponsors!!! Thank you &lt;a href=http://inspirationalkorner.blogspot.com/ target=new&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://webkittynwarbles.com target=new&gt;WebKittyn&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href=www.helloyoshi.net target=new&gt;Yoshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any amount is great!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$293!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115422877384185805?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115422877384185805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115422877384185805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422877384185805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422877384185805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/sponsors.html' title='Sponsors!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115422686527571026</id><published>2006-07-29T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:34:25.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it is hilarious how everyone is already dying and I am just now getting pumped! I am the biggest night owl in the WORLD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually stay up all night anyway during the summer so I guess you could say I was "in training".. =) And Rob *my monitor* I am holding up great, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my last paycheck for work this summer. It is 200$ and what am I gonna do with some of it?? SPONSOR, HELLO?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115422686527571026?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115422686527571026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115422686527571026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422686527571026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422686527571026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-it-is-hilarious-how-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115422509820681506</id><published>2006-07-29T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:05:10.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/mollz888/Photo409.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;First off, I wanna thank ALL the guest bloggers who took time and posted tonight. Even though not many comments are being left, I know someone out there is reading what is being written here and just doesn't leave any. You all amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I was at my friends 16 birthday party at a place called Pelican Bay. I didn't stay long because I wasn't feeling so hot but I am glad I went. She is one of my deaf friends that I have and people see it as a disabiltiy but I promise ITS NOT. She is just like everyone else, what most people in the world would consider "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is normal????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115422509820681506?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115422509820681506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115422509820681506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422509820681506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422509820681506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115422372896978047</id><published>2006-07-29T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:17:57.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8052/25/1600/Sandee.cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8052/25/320/Sandee.cap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, this is &lt;A href=http://day-without-rain.org/wordpress target=new&gt;Sandee from I Will Survive!&lt;/a&gt; My baby girl Mollie invited me to be her 9:30 guest host, Mollie &amp; I go way back, we met online, we bonded instantly &amp;amp; I love her dearly. Like Andrea, I was diagnosed with breast cancer &amp;amp; for the past 8 years, my life has been chaos. With the love of my friends and family I keep fighting this beast with all that I have. Mollie, in the name of all BC survivors, thank you for doing this, you have a heart of gold. Andrea.... I miss you every second of every day, keep dancing with those Angels sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sandee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115422372896978047?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115422372896978047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115422372896978047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422372896978047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422372896978047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive'/><author><name>Sandee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187712935997984880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115422302557398604</id><published>2006-07-29T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:35:19.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me...us...my family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4458/2076/1600/easter%202005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4458/2076/320/easter%202005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that you would like a quick peek at my blessings. My family. That is one thing I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family,&lt;br /&gt;My friends,&lt;br /&gt;Being able to educate my kids at home,&lt;br /&gt;My church,&lt;br /&gt;A loving God,&lt;br /&gt;The Technology to meet many people all over the US and world,&lt;br /&gt;Cold Mangos,&lt;br /&gt;Fresh corn,&lt;br /&gt;Being able to milk a cow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you count among your blessings!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115422302557398604?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115422302557398604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115422302557398604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422302557398604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422302557398604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-meusmy-family.html' title='This is me...us...my family!'/><author><name>DeiGabDecMom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115422263679530577</id><published>2006-07-29T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:23:56.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I blog therefore...I am</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, when Mollie asked me to contribute to her blog, my first thought was..."ME!?  Yikes, I have nothing interesting or important to say!"  but then I though, it is for a good cause and it is for Mollie (big hug) and so I said yes.  And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Because I thought first about how I had nothing important to say...after all, I am just a mother, and just a wife, and just a homeschooler, and just,,,and just,,and just...well, I was struck by something Peter said to Timothy.  He said not to let ANYONE look down on you because of your youth, but to stand strong in the promise and assuredness that is Christ our Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not go only for those of a certain age.  It goes for all of us who feel "JUST" anything.  "Just" what a horrid word!  We should never call ourselves "just" anything.  We are children of God and heirs to His throne.  We will all one day see His shining face and dance before His feet.  We will all jump around before one another shouting and singing.  No mater our "just"s in life...or where we believe ourselves to be.  We are all special, worthy and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live each day as if it were your first and last.  Never call yourself "just" anything.  Give unabashedly.  Love without ceasing.  And care for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dei's Gab's and Dec's mom...and Cucuilin's wife...Im not "just" anything...I AM ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115422263679530577?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115422263679530577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115422263679530577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422263679530577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115422263679530577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-blog-thereforei-am.html' title='I blog therefore...I am'/><author><name>DeiGabDecMom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115421977518817506</id><published>2006-07-29T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:36:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Post</title><content type='html'>Hi! I'm Katie over from &lt;a href="http://www.katscratchfever.com"&gt;Kat Scratch Fever&lt;/a&gt; and this is my guest post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, I went on a missions trip to Mexico with my youth group. It was an AMAZING experience. We built a church and ran a day camp for the kids there. It really touched me to see how happy these children were despite the fact that many of them were very poor. I think American kids could learn a lot from them about being thankful for what they do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Mexico for a week, along with a LOT of other churches from many different states. We slept in tents and had our own services in the evenings. We didn't shower for the whole week. Nothing like bonding while stinking together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was the fact that there were 40 of us, and only 3 that spoke spanish.. me, one of the guys, and the Official Translator. Every 5 seconds one of my group would come up to me with a kid and say "WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?!!?!" and the kid would just smile or giggle and repeat what they had been trying to communicate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115421977518817506?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115421977518817506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115421977518817506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421977518817506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421977518817506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/guest-post.html' title='Guest Post'/><author><name>Katili</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zX1T5_oZn8/SlaEFgPdtkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6y2G1H0cvuQ/S220/IMG_4140.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115421659522946867</id><published>2006-07-29T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:07:33.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteering...</title><content type='html'>Hi! I'm Dawn. I am the "Guest Poster" for the 8:00 EST slot and I am so glad to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done ALOT of volunteering in my days. I started when I was 12, volunteering at an old folks' home. I met so many wonderful people, who have left an imprint on my heart that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 19, I became a Big Sister. Melinda, my 5 year old "little sister" came from a broken home and needed some one-on-one attention, and I was glad to give it. We remained together for 5 years and then I got married and moved away from Brampton, so we lost touch. I miss her still to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a Breastfeeding Companion to new moms, where I was available to answer questions and alleviate those first time mom fears. I loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was involved in my boys' school council for four years, until the gossip and pettiness of the others involved broke my spirit. I now volunteer when I can in their classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that the Ontario Board of Education now makes volunteer work mandatory for high school students to get their diploma. There are far too many people out there who are eager to TAKE, but are waaaay too slow to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the PSA of the day is: "Volunteer today...you never know when YOU will be the one who needs someone else to volunteer for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mollie for letting me be a part of this wonderful day...I am proud and honoured to have had an opportunity to participate in a wonderful idea. Good luck staying up all night! I'll try to get on MSN for at least a little while to try to keep you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS and PRAYERS for a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsallaboutmenotyou.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115421659522946867?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115421659522946867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115421659522946867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421659522946867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421659522946867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/volunteering.html' title='Volunteering...'/><author><name>Dawn B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v666/frankandnicksmom/PregnantWaiting.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115421680171052379</id><published>2006-07-29T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:46:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone needs a little music</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P99d50e4faefc58faa2160909cfb15bf4ZlF4RFREY2F0&amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;shape=2&amp;fc=D6D6D6&amp;amp;pc=007200&amp;kc=000000&amp;amp;bc=D6D6D6&amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap28" height="20" width="206" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Spongebob Squarepants Theme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115421680171052379?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115421680171052379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115421680171052379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421680171052379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421680171052379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-needs-little-music.html' title='everyone needs a little music'/><author><name>Luka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://www.incogblogo.net/atotherplaces/haircutFixx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115421272492466845</id><published>2006-07-29T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:38:44.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>camping out in bed</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get drowsy again so I am camping out in my bed for a little while posting from the cell phone again...maybe ill do audio posts later..too sleepy to figure it out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to the party until 730 now but I still would like everyone to post that said they would =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115421272492466845?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115421272492466845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115421272492466845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421272492466845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421272492466845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/camping-out-in-bed.html' title='camping out in bed'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115421102554735448</id><published>2006-07-29T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:11:32.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason I have this feeling blogger is going to go down sometime later, it is going pretty slow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks was amazing....AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not felt like participating in any of the trivias and whatnot during the blogathon, probably because I know I won't win. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you all with a youtube video of me SIGNing *not SINGing* to the song Welcome Home you, by Brian Littrell..... He is wonderful. and I mess up some in this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCJPvtsRt3M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCJPvtsRt3M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115421102554735448?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115421102554735448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115421102554735448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421102554735448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115421102554735448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-some-reason-i-have-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115420885958074622</id><published>2006-07-29T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:34:19.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at starbucks right now with my mom and I had a feeling I would not be back in time so I am posting from my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a double chocolate frappucino..soo good!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115420885958074622?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115420885958074622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115420885958074622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420885958074622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420885958074622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-at-starbucks-right-now-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115420701245972196</id><published>2006-07-29T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:03:32.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am about to go out with my mom for a SHORT time to get something to drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then @ 6 30 to 8 30 cst I have a birthday party to go to...that is when the lovely guest bloggers kick in..hopefully haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I will be back. Read the last post if you didn't, It kind of took me some time to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115420701245972196?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115420701245972196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115420701245972196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420701245972196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420701245972196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-i-am-about-to-go-out-with-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115420515849143474</id><published>2006-07-29T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:33:20.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><content type='html'>Continuing with my last post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything about the day she went to heaven. After school I had forgotten my key so I had to walk up to the office to get a spare and then walk back. There was something weird about it but now I can't remember why. Anyway, I put the key on the table and went to the computer room to check my email....I remember just looking at the subject of the email, which was from Sandee..and I lost it. The very first thing I did was go to my room and stand by the edge of my bed literally yelling "Thank you for everything Andrea" over and over again. I was in shock..The anger hadn't hit yet, just the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking for Sandee's number, but I never think I found it..then the phone rang..I answered, and it was her. We cried for along time on the phone. But the thing is, I had this feeling something was going to happen, just didn't expect it this soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea gave me a Breast Cancer bear that I still sleep with sometimes that I actually used to talk to. Like it was listening. But I think maybe it helped me get through the nights I cried..I kept telling it she would be okay, that she would live to be old and would have kids, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembering telling God that if she was in any pain, to take her. It would be selfish of me to want her to live to make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Andrea Garbutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing your voice&lt;br /&gt;your reassurement&lt;br /&gt;that everything would be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me up when I was down&lt;br /&gt;You always made me smile, never frown&lt;br /&gt;You always kept me in the light&lt;br /&gt;While you yourself had to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness&lt;br /&gt;You gave your all&lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation&lt;br /&gt;no matter how small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I know your near me&lt;br /&gt;You truly made me the best I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115420515849143474?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115420515849143474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115420515849143474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420515849143474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420515849143474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115420233878888477</id><published>2006-07-29T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:45:53.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting ready for the day. I felt gross just sitting here with my hair messy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start what I had planned to do during the blogathon which is talk about who I am doing this charity for in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://john-andrea.blogspot.com target=new&gt;Andrea..oh Andrea.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was alive, she wanted me to make a blog for her in which she could write in, so that link above used to be hers until I changed it into her memorial site the day she passed. Sadly though, things are starting to not work anymore. Her Obituary dissapeared and her other sites I put together got deleted off the server somehow. And that makes me mad, but there is nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her through &lt;a href=http://day-without-rain.org/wordpress target=new&gt;Sandee&lt;/a&gt; in either 2002 or EARRLLY 2003. I actually emailed Andrea because her comments she left for Sandee inspired me and so did she as well. I really don't remember what happened after that but she became "Mommy #3" as Sandee was "Mommy #2" although I never really called her that because it was more of a Sandee thing, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNxNtMzWmUI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNxNtMzWmUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115420233878888477?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115420233878888477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115420233878888477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420233878888477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115420233878888477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115419900000289716</id><published>2006-07-29T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:50:00.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I finally got the cam up and going! Look to your left haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really love youtube, I will be posting some of mine and some others I have found that enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dydWA6n6G8w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dydWA6n6G8w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me about this video awhile back and it cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I just took a nap which was much needed, although I had my alarm clock in my bed with me to wake me up every half hour but it still felt good to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115419900000289716?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115419900000289716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115419900000289716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419900000289716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419900000289716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-so-i-finally-got-cam-up-and-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115419695629468198</id><published>2006-07-29T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:15:56.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ow.</title><content type='html'>I am having horrible stomach pain. I had it last night too and I hope it goes away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was completely messed up haha I tend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having fun with the blogathon today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115419695629468198?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115419695629468198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115419695629468198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419695629468198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419695629468198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/ow.html' title='ow.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115419460282464302</id><published>2006-07-29T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:36:42.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really like someone invented alarm clocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115419460282464302?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115419460282464302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115419460282464302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419460282464302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419460282464302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-really-like-someone-invented.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115419303986777849</id><published>2006-07-29T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:10:39.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to get my webcam up and going.....check back please!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115419303986777849?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115419303986777849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115419303986777849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419303986777849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419303986777849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/trying-to-get-my-webcam-up-and-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115419129190322547</id><published>2006-07-29T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:41:49.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope is EMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNUbsZiCiQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNUbsZiCiQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is currently my favorite podcast on my ipod. It is SO SO funny even my mom laughs when she watches them. It's called &lt;b&gt;Hope is Emo&lt;/b&gt; and the girl is an actor from MadTV and she is sososo good at being emo! You guys seriously need to watch this, especially if you are in the blogathon and its like 3 am. You WILL crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taco soup was amazing. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://static.flickr.com/25/56713979_4e0d01b94b.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/25/56713979_4e0d01b94b.jpg width=390 height=315 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115419129190322547?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115419129190322547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115419129190322547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419129190322547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115419129190322547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/hope-is-emo.html' title='Hope is EMO'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115418921888056236</id><published>2006-07-29T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:06:58.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leann Rimes=love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iXq3Hox1MNs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iXq3Hox1MNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is ANY real celebrity in this world, it is LeAnn Rimes. I swear I have loved this girl since I was 8 1/2 years old. I remember when I was up in NJ with my mom, I would sing to my aunt's LeAnn Rimes CD, her first one. She is so wonderful and it is sad and pathetic the fact people are starting rumors about her surgery saying it was plastic surgery. Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo ready for some Taco Soup. My mom is a GOOOOD cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115418921888056236?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115418921888056236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115418921888056236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418921888056236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418921888056236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/leann-rimeslove.html' title='Leann Rimes=love'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115418733771082217</id><published>2006-07-29T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:35:37.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I haven't taken a shower yet. I tried setting up a poll via bravenet and now I am reminded why I don't use their service. They are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my webcam hosted by someone lovely and after my shower I will be on, the webcam is on my sidebar. But I might have a live one. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crickets*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115418733771082217?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115418733771082217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115418733771082217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418733771082217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418733771082217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-havent-taken-shower-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115418603265555351</id><published>2006-07-29T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:20:23.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet coke all the way.</title><content type='html'>So..right now I am sitting here, thinking I should geek out and write ideas down to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DO know one thing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Casting Crowns they amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/64/178073351_eff06f5756_o.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115418603265555351?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115418603265555351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115418603265555351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418603265555351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418603265555351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/diet-coke-all-way.html' title='Diet coke all the way.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115418381970152400</id><published>2006-07-29T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:37:11.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8M_HsCkh8xU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8M_HsCkh8xU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115418381970152400?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115418381970152400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115418381970152400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418381970152400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418381970152400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115418381970152400.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115418209670897849</id><published>2006-07-29T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:12:14.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you to love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Why, why are You still here with me?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't You see what I've done? &lt;br /&gt;In my shame I want to run, and hide myself yeah&lt;br /&gt;But it's here I see the truth &lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need You to love me, and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I won't keep my heart from You this time &lt;br /&gt;And I'll stop this pretending that I can &lt;br /&gt;Somehow deserve what I already have &lt;br /&gt;I need you to love me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I have wasted so much time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pushing You away from me &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just never saw how you, could &lt;b&gt;cherish me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You're a God who has all things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And still You want me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need You to love me, and I &lt;br /&gt;I won't keep my heart from You this time &lt;br /&gt;And I'll stop this pretending that I can &lt;br /&gt;Somehow deserve what I already have &lt;br /&gt;I need you to love me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love makes me forget what I have been &lt;br /&gt;Your love makes me see who I really am &lt;br /&gt;Your love makes me forget what I have been&lt;br /&gt;Woah-Oh-Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to love me yeah&lt;br /&gt;I need you to, love me, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stop this pretending that I can &lt;br /&gt;Somehow deserve what I already have &lt;br /&gt;I need you to love me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to love me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I need you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-woah-ph-woah-oh-woah&lt;br /&gt;Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh-woah&lt;br /&gt;Oh-woah-oh-woah-oh-woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Me&lt;br /&gt;Love Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BarlowGirl is one of my favorite bands. Especially this song. I have done so many bad things, and I wonder how he could still love me. I don't even deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the love of my life!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/19/102745090_5306824820_o.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115418209670897849?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115418209670897849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115418209670897849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418209670897849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418209670897849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-you-to-love-me.html' title='I need you to love me'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115418020621523388</id><published>2006-07-29T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:39:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>AHHH &lt;a href=http://day-without-rain.org/wordpress target=new&gt;Sandee&lt;/a&gt; just messaged me as I opened this! I have known her 4 years today!!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SANDEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still so tired and do not know what to write in this. Hopefully as the day goes on I will become more creative. I might get on my webcam later, but I need to actually get motivation to fix my hair. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He will keep you strong right up to the end, and he will keep you free from all blame on the great day when our Lord Jesus Christ returns. &lt;br&gt; 1 Corinthians 1:8 NLT &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was such an awesome word of the day. I get it on my phone every morning between 2 am and 5 am and they always make me think. Make me want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/47/156535308_3c8490debc.jpg?v=0&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;PS: LEAVE A COMMENT, ESP IF I KNOW YOU IN PERSON OR YOU ARE FAMILY!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115418020621523388?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115418020621523388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115418020621523388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418020621523388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115418020621523388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_29.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115417829230044664</id><published>2006-07-29T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:04:52.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>123...GO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;BLOGATHON 2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I got around 3 hours of sleep last night, probably less because I woke up a lot but I am ready to go either way!!!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I am probably going to need some sleep sooner or later though. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/62/178074560_2c5c81d8b4_o.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115417829230044664?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115417829230044664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115417829230044664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115417829230044664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115417829230044664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/123go.html' title='123...GO!!!!!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115414616471577184</id><published>2006-07-28T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:09:24.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 HOURS AND COUNTING.</title><content type='html'>9 hours is the blogaton. I AM SOOO STOKED!!!!! Someone just informed me that the last 6 hours are the hardest. We will see. I am meeting a lot of awesome people through this whole thing!!! ALL SUPPORTING WONDERFUL CAUSES!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer had to get reformatted tonight, It freaked me out but it got done rather quickly! So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having some guest bloggers from 6 30 to 8 30 CST so look out for those!!! Their names and times will be located on my sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that for the 24 hours I will be up, I will be posting some of my photography that I have done as well as some poetry I wrote a short time after Andrea passed. I wrote one the day she died and it still means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115414616471577184?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115414616471577184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115414616471577184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115414616471577184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115414616471577184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/9-hours-and-counting.html' title='9 HOURS AND COUNTING.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115403679472874922</id><published>2006-07-27T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:21:35.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing.</title><content type='html'>Nothing else matters right now. The smallest things we think "ruin our lives", atleast we are healthy and alive. The reason I am saying this is because my grandpa has a tumor in his brain and there is a good chance he is not going to make it. I am sitting here crying at work because me and my sister grew up knowing my dad's family very well. I just can't imagine losing him..not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I prayed about it. But not for him to make it out alive, but for God to do what was best for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right after I prayed, something awesome happened. My phone went off and it was the Klove's Encouraging Word of the Day..I read it many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;May your roots go down deep into the soil of &lt;b&gt;God's Marvelous Love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;Br&gt;Ephesians 3:17&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;His love.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;His love.&lt;/u&gt; He would never do anything if it wasn't right or not out of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to lie though, I am still scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad recently burned a DVD of our trip to see them when I was about 5 or 6..I think I will upload some of it to youtube, so you all know how awesome he is. So check back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pray, please pray for him and our family.&lt;br /&gt;We are flying up there beginning of next week, and I don't really know when we will be getting back. We are staying longer than expected though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;I am in the red dress, the other 2 are my sisters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sPm4RBIijo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sPm4RBIijo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115403679472874922?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115403679472874922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115403679472874922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115403679472874922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115403679472874922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing.html' title='nothing.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115392587438863628</id><published>2006-07-26T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:35:57.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Javachip Fraps.</title><content type='html'>It's sad how I usually only have motivation to write in this while I am at work. I am able to think of things to say, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time last year, I hated my life. I did very bad things and I am still having a little struggle with it now, but I think I have "conquered" it. I hated being alone, and usually cried when I was alone because I thought that meant nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for awhile now, I have been the happiest I have ever been. I used to just get "highs" but they would usually go away. Now, It just stays. I don't look at things like I used to, but more like "everything happens for a reason". I know God is doing what he is to make me stronger, and to help me end up where I am supposed to be. Sometimes its hard and sometimes I want to give up, but I can't and I never will. Every bit of pain, sadness, struggle, etc....Meant to be that way, or that is how I see it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are days where I think to myself, what if I am doing this all wrong? Am I really doing what I am supposed to? It's hard to really explain all my thoughts on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When I wander through the desert&lt;br /&gt;And I'm longing for my home&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams have gone astray&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stranded in the valley&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired and all alone&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've lost my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go running to Your mountain&lt;br /&gt;Where Your mercy sets me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my strong tower&lt;br /&gt;Shelter over me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and mighty&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting King&lt;br /&gt;You are my strong tower&lt;br /&gt;Fortress when I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;Your name is true and holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Your face is all I seek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my darkness&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're my refuge and my hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the storm of life is raging&lt;br /&gt;And the thunder's all I hear&lt;br /&gt;You speak softly to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutless- "Strong Tower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: July 29th, 2002 I met the wonderful woman &lt;a href=http://day-without-rain.org/wordpress target=new&gt;Sandee&lt;/a&gt; And I know me and her agreed to say August 2nd was gonna be 4 years but I like doing EXACT dates and it was july 29th...So much has happened since then. The main 2 things that stick out is when me and her cried together on the phone when Andrea passed away and when Sandee was in the hospital and didn't feel like talking to anyone but when Sue told her I wanted to call her, she wanted to talk to me. Sandee, you are the most AMAZING person ALIVE. And I think its cool how the Blog a thon falls on that same day. You are a fighter. Keep kicking cancer ass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is available for rent if anyone would like to, it is on the side bar =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115392587438863628?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115392587438863628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115392587438863628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115392587438863628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115392587438863628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-javachip-fraps.html' title='I love Javachip Fraps.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115369748704866918</id><published>2006-07-23T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:35:20.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;a href=http://static.flickr.com/67/196565475_6c3d9fb1b4_o.jpg target=new&gt;&lt;img src=http://static.flickr.com/67/196565475_6c3d9fb1b4.jpg width=370 height=240 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;B&gt;Click to view full size&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2 flies really love each other......&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside today and saw those 2 flies and they WILL NOT go away, so why not make ART out of them? I mean come on, its KINDA cool. =) And I hadn't used my camera in a while so I was like ...hmm why not. I think it's neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it scares some of you hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115369748704866918?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115369748704866918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115369748704866918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115369748704866918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115369748704866918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/flies.html' title='Flies.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115360845587357670</id><published>2006-07-22T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:01:33.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Don't act thoughtlessly, but try to understand what the Lord wants you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:17 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper Look: In today's society, it's very easy not to think. We have so many devices and influences that think for us! Don't become lazy and neglect this precious gift. Turn away from distractions and use your mind to know God and his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href=http://klove.com target=new&gt;Klove.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I tend to only write in here when I have some major thoughts going on but I haven't been feeling 100% today so I don't really have anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit my 2nd goal for the blogathon..200! Now, I would like to get up to 300$! My sister put me over my 2nd goal...Thanks sister. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard a song and knew what it REALLY meant, yet you turn it around to make it mean something else... ? There is a Rascal Flatts song I have been in love with called "What Hurts the Most" and it is about a girl who loses herfriend to a car accident and some of the lyrics are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it as about the whole girl and the boy thing, it actually reminds me of &lt;a href=http://john-andrea.blogspot.com target=new&gt;Andrea.&lt;/a&gt; I still cry every once in awhile *like I am about to right now..ugh* But I know sometimes I just need to let them out. They say crying heals the soul, and I know I have a lot of healing still left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this a lot with songs, even though the person is singing it about one particular thing, if you really listen to it, it could also mean many other things as well. It is a wonderful song and you all who have not heard it should download it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the video...It makes me cry everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lvi8A7GWmQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lvi8A7GWmQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="390" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will maybe write more later tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115360845587357670?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115360845587357670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115360845587357670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115360845587357670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115360845587357670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-hurts-most_22.html' title='What hurts the most.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115340553094555636</id><published>2006-07-20T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:02:42.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow!!!! I honestly did not think I would be raising over $150 for the Blogathon. That is amazing...Thank you all who sponsored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it is quickly approaching, I am having some problems thinking of ideas for posts. I do want to do visual stuff, like my photography..but that is all I have. Luka gave me the idea to do polls and stuff, and I may. I guess I could do audio posts as well who knows really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I have been lacking in what my blog was all about in the first place, the Lord. He is everything to me and even though I don't always talk about it, everything I do and think, the love of God is in it. Well, most of the time..Sometimes I tend to mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post..things are okay now. I am the type of person who doesn't let things negative stay that way. (if that made sense)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't think of anyting else to write. I am sitting at work. I am in a realtively good mood today, and I am sure I spelled that word wrong lol. I get my hair done tomorrow..I am not putting the blonde back in, it is going to be light brown instead. So that's neat. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; I have a new renter..well my first renter for this blog! Be sure to check them out on my sidebar!! and thanks guppyman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit #2&lt;/b&gt; I wanna thank &lt;a href=http://www.itsallaboutmenotyou.blogspot.com/ target=new&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; for her post she made about me, it almost brought tears to my eyes. Thanks girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALSO&lt;/b&gt; I was going to wait until a little later to talk about this but I decided not to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the blog a thon, I have a birthday party I will be attending 6:30 to 8:30 CST..and I need some guest bloggers to blog for me during that time. I have 2 already, anyone else interested? Dawn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115340553094555636?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115340553094555636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115340553094555636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115340553094555636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115340553094555636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow.html' title='Wow!!!'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115323896338821209</id><published>2006-07-18T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:20:37.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant think of a title.</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been interesting to say the least. I am getting to know many different kinds of people, many different attitudes as well and at the time with it upsetting me, I realized that not everyone is going to like you but its the REAL people that love you for WHO you are, despite the the fact that you are YOUNGER than them. I was being selfish by getting upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It recently happened offline as well. I was informed by a friend that someone did not like me because I didn't "Equal up to then" no offense but that is just a TAD extreme. Get to know me first, because I promise you I am not that bad of a person. Even though I know I could have handeled myself better the other day with a different situation. I was just really upset and I should not have said what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now I am here sitting at work blogging while files are scanning which makes writing time on here take forever because I have to stop between scans, get up, reload the files, sit back down and continue..like right now.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the morning, I came across the last name that made me kind of sad. I just stared at it a minute and typed it in quickly and moved on.. &lt;b&gt;Garbutt&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes I think little things like that are her giving me signs. I like it but at the same time my heart hurts. Oh Andrea, you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good day today. Leave a comment if you can if you are a visitor. I would like to know who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; Some people are confused I  guess about the Blog a thon. When you choose to sponsor, you don't pay then. Its kinda like...Support chairs? You just put your name and how much you are willing to give, then at the end of the blog a thon you will get an email which will send you to the Susan G. Komen site and that is where you donate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting more excited by the day!! &lt;br /&gt;If you still wanna sponsor, the links on my sidebar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Edit #2&lt;/b&gt;: Wow, I take a long nap and wake up to some generous people sponsoring me, and one anonymous donor! Thank you all for helping me do something good for a GREAT cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115323896338821209?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115323896338821209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115323896338821209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115323896338821209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115323896338821209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Cant think of a title.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115302985594808813</id><published>2006-07-16T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:07:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I believe God just spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not even kidding I am about to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is watching this DVD from Lifechurch and  I  have been listening to it&lt;br /&gt;and out of the blue  he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not who others think you are&lt;br /&gt;You are what Christ thinks you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure it went with my last post PERFECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: He is now talking about Philippians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys probably don't know why it means a lot to me but SOMEONE DOES =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115302985594808813?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115302985594808813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115302985594808813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115302985594808813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115302985594808813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_15.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115301322219994805</id><published>2006-07-15T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:27:02.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't really know</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how this is going to come out but it has been bothering me for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly how people see me. I have been questioning it so much lately that I could seriously go insane any minute. But it being online, you don't really know the whole situation behind the other persons screen, but I am all about what if's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very talkative person. I love talking to everyone online, the second they sign on..and I think it's starting to annoy some people. I am the type who wants to be in their life and vise versa, but maybe some of my friends don't want that. Maybe they aren't the "talk all the time people" esp one person, which I don't blame her really, but I still wanna cry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much of this is making any sense but if you don't understand, then let me put it this way..I think I am a bother to everyone, and the more they are "bothered" the more they seem ignore me. Me and my &lt;s&gt;damn&lt;/s&gt; big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I have it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slipped so far, and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see a friend I haven't seen in a long time though today, which was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115301322219994805?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115301322219994805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115301322219994805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115301322219994805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115301322219994805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-really-know.html' title='Don&apos;t really know'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115280493875407003</id><published>2006-07-13T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:28:21.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2006 Blog-a-thon</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GOAL: $150&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start I wanna thank God for &lt;a href="http://www.incogblogo.net/" target="new"&gt;Luka&lt;/a&gt; for telling me about the &lt;a href="http://blogathon.org" target="new"&gt;Blogathon&lt;/a&gt;. I had heard of it but did not know how easy it was to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;July 29th&lt;/b&gt; I will be up for 24 hours (9 AM Saturday until 9 AM Sunday) blogging every 30 minutes to raise money for a Charity and I chose &lt;a href="http://komen.org"&gt;Susan G. Komen Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously prayed to God to help me find a way to help people. Thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sponsor link is below..If you can afford it, please help out. It goes to an amazing Charity. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sponsor Me!" href="http://blogathon.org/sponsor.php?blog_id=286"&gt;Sponsor Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You, Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I have changed Charitys and it is now the Susan G. Komen Foundation. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115280493875407003?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115280493875407003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115280493875407003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115280493875407003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115280493875407003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/2006-blog-thon.html' title='The 2006 Blog-a-thon'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115272908350708711</id><published>2006-07-12T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:52:43.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am focusing all my energies on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Philippians 3:13 NLT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year or even longer I have been have major stonmach pain and a friend told me to get checked for ulcers.. I really don't know what I have but I looked up the symtoms and I have all of them except one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning in stomach--ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Nausea&lt;br /&gt;Loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;Loss of weight&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness (a symptom of a bleeding &lt;a class="cssEncyLink" href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/119/main.html"&gt;ulcer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Weakness (a symptom of a bleeding ulcer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep ALL the time..well a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will let my mom know what I think even though I don't think she will listen to me. But I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts so much I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please read my last post if you haven't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115272908350708711?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115272908350708711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115272908350708711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115272908350708711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115272908350708711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/07/problem.html' title='Problem'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115120785546967486</id><published>2006-06-24T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:43:46.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let&lt;/span&gt; God transform you into a new person by changing the way you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; think&lt;/span&gt;. Then you will know what God wants you to do, and you will know how good and pleasing and perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His will really is&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:2          NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT July 16th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I put this together last night and today.. It's now on Andrea's memorial website. If you don't know who she is, please don't ask. Just know she was an amazing person who God decided to bring to Heaven a little early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNxNtMzWmUI"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNxNtMzWmUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="320" width="240"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See on the side where it states &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and all things on my mind??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well here is a little something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not the partier&lt;/span&gt; to go out on the weekends and get drunk. I was told then to get NEW friends.&lt;br /&gt;Practically everyone does that now, and it does not necessarilly make my friends bad people to go and do that, I just choose to not participate in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more of the sit at home and watch movies kind of person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do it with someone" &lt;/span&gt;and I have, but I like my alone time as well. Pretty much most of the time. I hang out with everyone during the week and this has been the best Summer by far in which I have done that. I do LOVE my friends. More than anything. Which brings me to my last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since when does age matter in a friend? &lt;/span&gt;Last time I checked they have had the same soul since they were born. And to tell you the truth, some of my best friends are not even my age. And I WILL NEVER CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS ABOUT IT!!!!! So please, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something different about myself since Andrea died...I am more of a "Save the people of the world" person..... If you know about Andrea then you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See me as who I am. Not what you think I should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115120785546967486?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115120785546967486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115120785546967486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115120785546967486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115120785546967486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/06/gosh.html' title='gosh.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115104103298934450</id><published>2006-06-23T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:26:59.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't like having to put titles.</title><content type='html'>I actually debated on writing about this. I really don't know why but I changed my mind and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During work today, I was constantly praying about EVERYTHING! Esp one thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to see everyone by how God sees them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself judging and I immediately regretted it the minute I did it. I didn't know this person at all.. Sad how someone's first impression can be so quickly based on what the person physically sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God, When I look at someone all I want to see is beauty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the person said hello to me and asked how I was. My dad was actually good friends with her and he introduced her to my sister and I....She was really sweet and I wish I could have re done the whole situation differently. I felt like a horrible person for it. I know there's more than just physical appearance and the whole thing happened in less then 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God doesn't make ugly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;In spite of flaws&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe You're always there&lt;br /&gt;You hear my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my rock&lt;br /&gt;You harbor truth&lt;br /&gt;I can see Your light shine everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never judge me for my faults&lt;br /&gt;Your love is unconditional&lt;br /&gt;Without You I don't know where I'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, sweet love of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The only thing making me whole&lt;br /&gt;He's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;All I desire to be&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet comforter&lt;br /&gt;You ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Always beside me constantly&lt;br /&gt;You never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You know me, oh, so well&lt;br /&gt;Better than I know myself&lt;br /&gt;And Your word is all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, sweet love of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The only thing making me whole&lt;br /&gt;He's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;All I desire to be&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the spark of heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;The stars that shine at night&lt;br /&gt;Here with You it feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The healer of my heart when it breaks&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness when I make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;He's all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;He's everything I need&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, sweet love of my soul (sweet, sweet Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;The only thing making me whole&lt;br /&gt;He's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;All I desire to be&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;He's every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;That's what my Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jaci Velasquez&lt;/span&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/30025941-115104103298934450?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115104103298934450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115104103298934450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115104103298934450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115104103298934450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-like-having-to-put-titles.html' title='Don&apos;t like having to put titles.'/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30025941.post-115086928571953624</id><published>2006-06-21T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:09:01.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I think it is amazing how easily our minds can pull us away, even a second makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  I listen to the wrong kind of song, think a negative way, talk negative, can make you slip QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having problems with that but I have been trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to make this so I could talk about some things that come to my mind at pretty much random times :) Welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30025941-115086928571953624?l=my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-walk-with-him.blogspot.com/feeds/115086928571953624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30025941&amp;postID=115086928571953624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30025941/posts/default/115086928571953624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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