<?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-12428821</id><updated>2012-01-26T02:00:30.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Sharon Joy</title><subtitle type='html'>"I lift my eyes to the hills.  From where does my help come?  My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. . . . The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore."  
Psalm 121:1-2,8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-8676424294054763823</id><published>2008-07-31T09:40:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:15:55.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!  It's been a while. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you all know, I have not updated my blog in over a year. I have become an official blog-slacker. So I tried to give a quick update of the past year of my life through pictures. Hopefully, in the future, I will be better at updating my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;APRIL 2008. . . trip to philly with Dave and Mindy Cederquist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHUGjjN_FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C1lG__KfK8E/s1600-h/s502445047_2805805_886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229193851441118290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHUGjjN_FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C1lG__KfK8E/s200/s502445047_2805805_886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHULKC1y6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gB-ZhIyaRQk/s1600-h/n502445047_2805826_6389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229193930493774754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHULKC1y6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/gB-ZhIyaRQk/s200/n502445047_2805826_6389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2008. . . Kylie Brooke Jordan was born to Tim and Dana Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229193764919485458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHUBhO2pBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LCI1ctwHJUE/s320/April+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2007 and New Years 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHTqlIyTtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k4VcqTi72n8/s1600-h/December+2007+and+New+Years+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229193370830786258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHTqlIyTtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k4VcqTi72n8/s320/December+2007+and+New+Years+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192863535138962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHTNDUFCJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o7ZEwYtar0k/s320/December+2007+and+New+Years+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Picking out our first Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSxfBRMRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5q7sUivBD4o/s1600-h/December+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192389936099602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSxfBRMRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5q7sUivBD4o/s200/December+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHS_ITbcuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oK8MEE7-laQ/s1600-h/December+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192624356422370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHS_ITbcuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oK8MEE7-laQ/s200/December+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cruise to Bermuda for our Honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSSUm8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uU6aEPFFxGM/s1600-h/100_3677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229191854565360258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSSUm8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uU6aEPFFxGM/s200/100_3677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSe7PWR3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bTsKRcLnJaw/s1600-h/100_3635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192071093831538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSe7PWR3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bTsKRcLnJaw/s200/100_3635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSChtYP7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/6BRVPU1kYCQ/s1600-h/100_3684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229191583204130738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHSChtYP7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/6BRVPU1kYCQ/s320/100_3684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHRY_a93KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RzoCweJssw8/s1600-h/100_3593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229190869625461922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHRY_a93KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RzoCweJssw8/s200/100_3593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHRs8AeODI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2jKWs8P3Di4/s1600-h/100_3624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229191212306413618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHRs8AeODI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2jKWs8P3Di4/s200/100_3624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div align="center"&gt;Our Wedding Day. . . July 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHR5Gvd17I/AAAAAAAAAG0/iAGs40DwGso/s1600-h/100_3684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHQhFX0xVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/s2YhHYeSlz0/s1600-h/prof.+wedding+pics+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189909150221650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHQhFX0xVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/s2YhHYeSlz0/s200/prof.+wedding+pics+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHRFoXTcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Rckg34ebwVw/s1600-h/prof.+wedding+pics+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229190537018569042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHRFoXTcVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Rckg34ebwVw/s200/prof.+wedding+pics+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189325835151026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHP_IWrJrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bXFk0_wm39w/s320/prof.+wedding+pics+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHPogxyFYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EdktUAjYJ5k/s1600-h/prof.+wedding+pics+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188937254311298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHPogxyFYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EdktUAjYJ5k/s200/prof.+wedding+pics+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHPbkO_AYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8dxw03SbBwA/s1600-h/prof.+wedding+pics+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188714843799938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHPbkO_AYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8dxw03SbBwA/s200/prof.+wedding+pics+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188481311398834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHPN-QhW7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/SIUc3PI_58I/s320/prof.+wedding+pics+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-8676424294054763823?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/8676424294054763823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=8676424294054763823' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/8676424294054763823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/8676424294054763823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2008/07/yikes-its-been-while.html' title='Yikes!  It&apos;s been a while. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHUGjjN_FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C1lG__KfK8E/s72-c/s502445047_2805805_886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-3557361063763043663</id><published>2007-03-14T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:17:35.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ENGAGED!</title><content type='html'>As of last night, Tuesday, March 13th, I am engaged to the love of my life, Derek Jordan Howard! I am the happiest girl in the world and am so excited to have the priviledge of spending the rest of my life with the man that I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the story: Derek came over for supper, and then we discussed our plans for the evening. He wanted to do something, and not just stay in because it was a beautiful day out. I saw him go and talk to my dad. . . and then the thought crossed my mind, "hmmm, I know what they're talking about, but when will it happen? not tonight. It's a weeknight, and I don't think he even has the ring yet." With that, we got ready and headed down to South Street in Philly. We walked up and down and stopped at Cosi's, a cute little coffee shop. We enjoyed some desserts together and decided to walk around Penns Landing. It was getting pretty late at this point, and my feet were a bit tired from teaching all day and walking around all night. We sat down beside the river, looked at the lights on the boats and bridges and enjoyed the beautiful weather. After a little while, Derek asked me if I wanted gum. You're probably thinking, why is gum so important to this story, but you'll see why in a minute. Derek hands me the orbit gum pack. I open it up and it felt hard on the one side. I told him that there was something stuck in the pack. He looks in and realizes that the ring he tried to hide in the gum pack for me to find, I had got it stuck. Well, he got it out and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him! And of course I said yes:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting married July 28, 2007. . . so save the date! Here are some pics of us last night and my ring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041828806677439762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RfgslkBXJRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y5Xve5SLCf4/s320/Derek+and+Sharon+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041829047195608354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RfgszkBXJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oh2sNBvrSBo/s320/Derek+and+Sharon+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041829970613577010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RfgtpUBXJTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EJn2M_wjqAw/s320/Derek+and+Sharon+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-3557361063763043663?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/3557361063763043663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=3557361063763043663' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/3557361063763043663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/3557361063763043663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-engaged.html' title='I AM ENGAGED!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RfgslkBXJRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y5Xve5SLCf4/s72-c/Derek+and+Sharon+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-5927242193613572453</id><published>2007-03-05T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:10:37.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the long awaited update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RexpBeLrIMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O2v-gvNNXt0/s1600-h/Derek+and+Sharon+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038517557123555522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RexpBeLrIMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O2v-gvNNXt0/s320/Derek+and+Sharon+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the evening service last night, I went over to talk to some friends of whom I have not talked with in a long time. They complained that I have not updated my blog, since that is there source of information on the happenings of the world of Sharon. So here is my long awaited update, to keep my readers happy and entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last posting, many things have happened, and I'll probably forget some of them in the midst of typing this post. Basketball season has ended, and I have notified the A.D. that I will not be able to coach next year. I have prayerfully thought this through, and I know that in order to put into teaching all that I wanted to and spend quality time in my relationships, I needed to let go of something. I will miss my cheerleaders and the fun times I had with them. I enjoyed getting to know each one of the girls, and see them grow through out the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek's family came for an 8 day visit, which went smoothly. His family met my family, and all seem to get along, which is great. I am glad that they had the opportunity to come up here to Pennsylvania from sunny florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Luke Taylor, got saved, which is a huge blessing and answer to prayer! You can pray for Audrey, she has had some health issues come up, and the doctors are unsure of what is causing it. They thought it was some kind of seizure, but the tests were clear. She goes in for an MRI soon, and she has to be put under. It makes my sister a bit nervous for her 18 month old daughter to be put under, so I ask prayer for her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching has been going well. We started the looooooooooooooooong process of learning how to write a research report. . . You can pray for my sanity. From now until April 18th, that is all we are doing. . . learning the writing and researching process!!! At the end of it all, the effort is worth it, but in the midst of the storm it seems endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a brief update on life for the past month or so. I hope that satisfies all curiousities:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture at the top is another one of Derek and myself after church one Sunday, and the picture on the bottom is of the flower Derek gave me for our 5 month anniversary. AND to answer all questions, no, we are not engaged. . . YET:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RexozuLrILI/AAAAAAAAAEk/b_xGsbpSNNE/s1600-h/Derek+and+Sharon+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038517320900354226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RexozuLrILI/AAAAAAAAAEk/b_xGsbpSNNE/s320/Derek+and+Sharon+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-5927242193613572453?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/5927242193613572453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=5927242193613572453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/5927242193613572453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/5927242193613572453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-awaited-update.html' title='the long awaited update'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RexpBeLrIMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O2v-gvNNXt0/s72-c/Derek+and+Sharon+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-8106970551583354422</id><published>2007-01-29T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:05:53.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a scattering</title><content type='html'>Here is a little update since I am not so good at keeping my blog updated.  Life has been crazy busy as usual.  Between teaching, coaching and maintaining any kind of relationship outside of school, I have been completely overwhelmed at times with all that is on my plate.  God has been showing me a lot of things recently.  One, not to focus on my circumstances.  When life seems to be overwhelming and I feel like giving up, God is always there.  It's so easy to get caught up emotionally in all that is seemingly wrong in life, when I feel like there is no time to refocus.  The only reason I feel like there is no time, is because I do not make the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, is learning to obey and respect those God has placed over me, when I feel like they single me out or "have it out to get you".   God has people in my life where they need to be to teach me what I need to learn, I just have to trust that God knows in spite of how I feel towards them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just keeps coming at me, but God knows what he is doing.  He brings friends in to encourage you and His word to rebuke and exhort you.  I just got to keep plodding along the path and look towards the goal, rather than the here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank my friends for putting up with me these past couple weeks.  I also wanted to thank Derek for being such a wonderful boyfriend in directing my focus back to where it needed to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025541798667749778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/Rb5Po7F4CZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_o_NjJOKDAQ/s320/friends2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a pic of Derek and Nathan eating ice cream at Coldstone for Luke Forman's Birthday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025541807257684386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/Rb5PpbF4CaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9bUgwyuFA6A/s320/Derek+and+Sharon+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look we match!  Gray hoodies, and black shirts. . . we are also wearing blue jeans, but that didn't make the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/Rb5OzLF4CXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ONQALg-wXv0/s1600-h/friends2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025540875249781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/Rb5OzLF4CXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ONQALg-wXv0/s320/friends2+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derek needed assistance to reach the water fountain!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025538998349072738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/Rb5NF7F4CWI/AAAAAAAAADk/_2xVg573T4s/s320/friends2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last, but not least, here is a picture of our "family".  Derek and I decided we are going to adopt little "Ray-Ray" when we get married and move to Hawaii!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-8106970551583354422?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/8106970551583354422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=8106970551583354422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/8106970551583354422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/8106970551583354422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2007/01/scattering.html' title='a scattering'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/Rb5Po7F4CZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_o_NjJOKDAQ/s72-c/friends2+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-757638338549707152</id><published>2007-01-10T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:04:34.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018474758719340162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaU0NDu6_oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rlskGOwTn1E/s320/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's been quite some time since I have been able to post anything here on my blog. So I decided to put off grading and post a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Christmas down in Florida with Derek's family where I met his family for the first time. We had a grand old time, and I enjoyed my first 83 degree Christmas! It definitely did not feel like Christmas, but it was enjoyable to see palm trees lit up with Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture to the right is on new years day about 5sh in the morning. . . we all stayed up til around 8 am playing games and cooking/eating breakfast at Jaimer's apartment. We brought in the new year down in Philadelphia watching the fireworks and Penns Landing. . . the first time I have ever done that, even though I've lived in this area my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Florida, I went with Derek and his family to Tarpon Springs, which is a little greek community on the bay. The picture to the left is Derek lifting a stingray out of the water at the aquarium in that town. . . which he got in trouble for because a little kid told on him. The picture to the right is of Derek "leap-frogging" over his brother Aaron. His dad is in the background with a concerned expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUzbzu6_lI/AAAAAAAAACc/XIlsTZkqOJU/s1600-h/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018473912610782802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUzbzu6_lI/AAAAAAAAACc/XIlsTZkqOJU/s320/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUzjju6_mI/AAAAAAAAACk/5jQRlgJzXSM/s1600-h/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018474045754768994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUzjju6_mI/AAAAAAAAACk/5jQRlgJzXSM/s320/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUzBzu6_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/BG2q9_6Syu8/s1600-h/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018473465934184002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUzBzu6_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/BG2q9_6Syu8/s320/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a pic of Derek's siblings and myself at the aquarium in front of the petting tank. From left to right: Aaron, Derek, me, Rachel, and Miriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUywju6_jI/AAAAAAAAACM/n_76-UnZjA0/s1600-h/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018473169581440562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUywju6_jI/AAAAAAAAACM/n_76-UnZjA0/s320/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the pictures are of Derek and myself at various places around the Tampa area. I really did enjoy meeting his family and having the time away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUyYTu6_iI/AAAAAAAAACE/O5wFR99K668/s1600-h/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018472752969612834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUyYTu6_iI/AAAAAAAAACE/O5wFR99K668/s200/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUyLju6_hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6g-yQ2eXQqg/s1600-h/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018472533926280722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaUyLju6_hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6g-yQ2eXQqg/s200/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-757638338549707152?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/757638338549707152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=757638338549707152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/757638338549707152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/757638338549707152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-and-new-years.html' title='Christmas and New Years'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RaU0NDu6_oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rlskGOwTn1E/s72-c/Christmas+06+New+Years+07+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-5591467671328301895</id><published>2006-12-12T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:22:56.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas Party of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79rmG-vMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LN-syYK7_Vk/s1600-h/Becky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007718761088597186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79rmG-vMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LN-syYK7_Vk/s320/Becky%27s+Christmas+Party+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Saturday, 5 of us went down to meet Becky at her apartment in Chestnut Hill for our first Christmas party of the year. We had a grand old time, exchaning white elephant gifts, eating, playing games and watching the first "Rocky". All of us being quite tired, hit that gitty stage like when you're at a high school sleep over. . . it was quite humorous. (Don't worry we didn't have a sleepover with mixed company) I think the white elephant gifts set us off. Below are a few pics of the gifts under the tree (the brown paper bagged wrapped one is Derek's) and of us opening the gifts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79ImG-vKI/AAAAAAAAABA/fews0FIHOFE/s1600-h/Becky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007718159793175714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79ImG-vKI/AAAAAAAAABA/fews0FIHOFE/s200/Becky%27s+Christmas+Party+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79XmG-vLI/AAAAAAAAABI/OfUZJh7_F1M/s1600-h/Becky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007718417491213490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79XmG-vLI/AAAAAAAAABI/OfUZJh7_F1M/s200/Becky%27s+Christmas+Party+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derek, received "So You're off to College" inspirational book, which was quite humorous since he looks like he's 19! Below, Luke was excited to receive Becky's gift, a Drexel University mug. Nathan was learning "how to get dressed" from his adorable child's book that came complete with examples on how to tie your shoes, zip a zipper and button buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX78rWG-vII/AAAAAAAAAAw/IXDd8mSFBsY/s1600-h/Becky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007717657282002050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX78rWG-vII/AAAAAAAAAAw/IXDd8mSFBsY/s200/Becky%27s+Christmas+Party+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX786mG-vJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i3WwrpfSIwI/s1600-h/Becky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007717919275007122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX786mG-vJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i3WwrpfSIwI/s200/Becky%27s+Christmas+Party+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was only the first of many Christmas parties to come. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-5591467671328301895?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/5591467671328301895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=5591467671328301895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/5591467671328301895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/5591467671328301895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-christmas-party-of-year.html' title='First Christmas Party of the Year!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RX79rmG-vMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LN-syYK7_Vk/s72-c/Becky%27s+Christmas+Party+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-1432401370324791750</id><published>2006-12-05T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:16:18.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Jaime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005059355962346242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RXWK91_hiwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f5aRjUnGsc8/s320/Jaime%27s+Place+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Jaime's birthday. I meant to post something yesterday, but I went home sick at noon, so it did not get done. Anyway, I just wanted to post a little birthday greeting for Jaimers (in Derek's words). Hope you had a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some other pics of the evening at Jaime's on Sunday night. We had a great time as usual, eating, watching football, and fellowshipping as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RXWLnV_hixI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tVQyolhVBVc/s1600-h/Jaime"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005060068926917394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RXWLnV_hixI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tVQyolhVBVc/s320/Jaime%27s+Place+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Derek baking cookies. . . in a rather festive apron!  He was quite proud of his cookies and the wearing of the apron (not to anybody's surprise).  The cookies were good, and of course I enjoyed seeing him in the apron:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is a picture of Nate staring off into space, dreaming of his future bride. . . just kidding. . . he was inraptured by the football game on TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005060507013581602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RXWMA1_hiyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lq4FLdT3Tbo/s320/Jaime%27s+Place+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-1432401370324791750?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/1432401370324791750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=1432401370324791750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/1432401370324791750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/1432401370324791750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-belated-birthday-jaime.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Jaime!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05obs214LBA/RXWK91_hiwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f5aRjUnGsc8/s72-c/Jaime%27s+Place+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-2990662332942777435</id><published>2006-11-28T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:09:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Highlights</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving vacation was a bit hectic at first, but after I caught up on sleep, it proved to be quite relaxing. I had the priviledge of sleeping in the kids room at our mountain house, with a tent made of sheets for privacy. . . but I wished it was sound proof by the next morning:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is of Joey and his new baby brother Joshua. They belong to my sister Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second picture is of Timmy and Dana's little boy, Ryan. He is now 4 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The third picture is of Audrey, Steph and Frank's youngest.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fourth picture is of Maddy and myself. Maddy is 2 years old and a very cheerful little girl! Maddy is my sister's, Sarah, 3rd child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fifth picture is of Gracie and Joey, my sister Sarah's oldest two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sixth picture is of Amber and Jordan, Steph and Frank's oldest two children. They put our place tags for Thanksgiving dinner on their face. . . following each other's example!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/thanksgiving%20vacation%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last picture is of Derek and my nephew Luke. Luke is Steph and Frank's 3rd child. . . and the most animated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/thanksgiving%20vacation%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving vacation was a wonderful time to spend with the family and get out of the usual routine of the school year! Only 3 1/2 weeks until Christmas vacation. . . I think I can make it! How was everyone else's Thanksgiving? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-2990662332942777435?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/2990662332942777435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=2990662332942777435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/2990662332942777435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/2990662332942777435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-highlights.html' title='Thanksgiving Highlights'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-116202644227788063</id><published>2006-11-20T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:16:24.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/880674/family%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/200/164578/family%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/340196/family%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/200/345026/family%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few more days until Thanksgiving vacation and I can't wait for the rest and relaxation. In the meantime, I thought I would post a little something on my blog. On the left is a picture of Audrey, my niece, wearing an outift I bought for her. On the right, is Luke, Audrey's brother, posing for the camera as usual. These pics were taken after a teen activity we had on friday night. The activity was called "The Hidden" and it challenges the teens to be visible rather than hidden when it comes to their witness to Christ. We went through different eras and different areas of the world were Christians are severly persecuted for their faith. The final scene was modern America, and asked the teens if they had to, would they be visible for their faith or would they remain hidden. They heard clips of TV commercials and celebrities putting down Christianity in America, calling Christians irrational and other various such things. It was very emotional and brought things into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/320/243328/family%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture is after the activity as well. . . Luke and I making our silly faces for the camera:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/489762/Derek%20and%20Sharon%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1557/1517/320/115381/Derek%20and%20Sharon%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of the roses is from Saturday. Derek and I celebebrated our 2 month dating anniversary. Since we could not hang out in the evening, he took me out to lunch and spent the afternoon together. That night I had to babysit, so he came over to keep me company after he was done bowling with his friend, Brian. I am amazed at how God has been working in both of our lives and how I can see God's hand in our relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-116202644227788063?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/116202644227788063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=116202644227788063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/116202644227788063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/116202644227788063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-few-more-days.html' title='just a few more days'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-5859378378510484987</id><published>2006-11-15T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:59:57.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost vacation. . . some random pics. . . and a lack of motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/friends%20113.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/friends%20113.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/friends%20112.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/friends%20112.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am posting some random pictures because I haven't taken any too recently. The picture on the left is of Melissa thacker and myself when she was here in PA a few weeks ago. The picture on the right is of Jaime, Becky and myself at Applebees celebrating Nathan Branine's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can tell its almost vacation time. . . the students are overly excitable and I have a serious lack of motivation to keep up with grading and other whatnot like that. Only one week to go til thanksgiving vacation! I'm heading up to our family's mountain house in upstate PA for a few days to spend with the fam. My sister, Sarah, and her family are coming in from Indiana for Thanksgiving as well. Most likely Derek will come along with me, which I am excited about:o) Frank, my brother-in-law, decided that we should play a football game while we're at the mountains. . . in-laws vs. jordans. . . yeah, the teams would be a bit lopsided. Jordans as a whole do not have an over-abundance of athletic ability to pull from (to put it nicely). What are you all doing for Thanksgiving? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/family%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/family%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is another pic of my nephew, Luke. It's his typical "take a picture of me" pose. I know this post is jumping from one topic to the next, but as stated in the title. . . I have a lack of motivation due to the upcoming (and well-needed) vacation. . . which leads to complete randomness and using any excuse to get of my grading for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-5859378378510484987?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/5859378378510484987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=5859378378510484987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/5859378378510484987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/5859378378510484987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/11/almost-vacation-some-random-pics-and.html' title='almost vacation. . . some random pics. . . and a lack of motivation'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-7011659582006347795</id><published>2006-11-07T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:46:53.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays. . . blah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/school%20year%2006-07%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/400/school%20year%2006-07%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of my students this year. It was taken during Spirit Week on our class theme day (tropical theme). Front Row (left to right): Ryan, Julian, Scott and Luke. Back row (left to right): Melanie, Natalie, Steven, J. B., Deion and Seth. For the first month of school my class consisted of 8 boys and Natalie, but in the beginning of October Melanie came and made life a little more enjoyable for Natalie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now changing subjects, yesterday seemed to have been a downer for a lot of people. It was monday, first of all, and our grades were due for the first quarter by 8 am today. That would not have been a problem except that our computer system at school has been down for the past week and the grading program was not fixed until yesterday afternoon. I found myself perched here at school until 8 pm. . . did not even go home for dinner. Keep in mind I did have cheerleading practice to run from after school til 5. . . but then back to the classroom to enter grades. Derek was so sweet and brought dinner to me, which offered a well needed diversion from the task at hand. Derek had a long hard day at work as well, Jaime was overwhelmed with her workload, and a teacher friend of mine called with some frustrations that she was having. Today is seeming a lot brighter and I thank the Lord that monday is over, my grades are done, and that He gets you through the "downer" days and brings you to brighter ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-7011659582006347795?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/7011659582006347795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=7011659582006347795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/7011659582006347795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/7011659582006347795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-picture-of-my-students-this.html' title='mondays. . . blah!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-7942306158550043890</id><published>2006-10-30T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:15:52.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this past weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/friends%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/friends%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/200/friends%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was busy and full of many activities. Friday night, a group of us went to Applebees and then to Jaime's apartment to watch a scary movie. The pictures are of Nathan Branine's reaction to being sung to in Applebees for his birthday and the cake we all partook of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I hung out with some of the Northland travelling team for the afternoon at Starbucks (the new one they just built down the street from our church). We had a wonderful time of fellowship and since it was the first weekend that Starbucks was opened, we all got free bags of ground coffee! That evening Derek and I went to the Nichols' house for dinner and to decorate "harvest" cookies and then off to Jaime's again to watch yet another scary movie. Derek and I got to spend a little alone time afterwards, which was nice:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was full of its usual activities. I took a well-needed Sunday afternoon nap, and after the evening service we went over to my sister and brother's-in-law house for a singles activity. We played games, ate food and fellowshipped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its monday. . . back to the routine of school and the responsibilities of a teacher. Although my class is challenging in their behavior, I do enjoy their enthusiasm in class (makes life a little less boring). Hope I didn't bore any of you to death with the details of the weekend, and I hope you all had a great weekend as well:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-7942306158550043890?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/7942306158550043890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=7942306158550043890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/7942306158550043890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/7942306158550043890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-past-weekend.html' title='this past weekend'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-2151784906971729346</id><published>2006-10-26T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:44:36.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little picture happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/cheerleading%20soccer"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/cheerleading%20soccer%20%2706%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is another pic of 3 of my 8 cheerleaders this past season. . . from left to right. . . Maggie, Alex and Nikki. I know many people make fun of me for being a cheerleader for 6 years and now coaching cheerleading, but the girls are awesome and its worth the sacrifice of time. We had a great season and I'm looking forward to what basketball season has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/friends%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/friends%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is of Melissa Thacker. I got to hang out with her Tuesday evening at the Totaro's house. She is travelling this semester for Northland representing and promoting the college. I know she'll kill me once she sees this picture posted on my blog, but I couldn't resist:o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/Derek%20and%20Sharon%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/Derek%20and%20Sharon%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I had to post another picture of Derek and myself. This was taken tuesday night at his apartment, our usual hangout (in combination with Starbucks or Barnes and Noble). I was pretty tired by this point, so we watched a movie of which I saw all of 5 minutes of before I fell asleep. Some would blame that on my lack of sleep for the past couple months. . . and I say it's all worth it in order to spend time with Derek:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little picture happy recently, so I hope you enjoy the pictures while I'm still motivated to upload and post them. Who knows how long this motivation will last. . . but for the time being, ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One final thought. . . I know this is completely random, but I just wanted to say how amazing my God is! Looking back over the past couple months of my life, and my friend's lives, God has truly shown himself real to me in so many ways!! He's worked through circumstances and relationships in ways I never thought possible. A lady in my church told me a couple summers ago. . . "God is rarely early, and He's never late"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-2151784906971729346?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/2151784906971729346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=2151784906971729346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/2151784906971729346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/2151784906971729346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-little-picture-happy.html' title='I&apos;m a little picture happy'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-3994311287111594851</id><published>2006-10-24T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:01:04.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Update. . . enjoy:o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/friends%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/friends%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a pic of Melissa Thacker and myself. It was taken over last Christmas break. . . and I haven't seen her since. BUT today I get to see her since she is travelling for Northland, and her travelling team is in our area for the next few days:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/Derek%20and%20Sharon%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/Derek%20and%20Sharon%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, I had to upload another picture of Derek and me:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/friends%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/friends%20110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all hung out at Luke's apartment Sunday PM for some food and fellowship. . . the pic is of Luke "sunshine" Forman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/family%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/family%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Ryan Timothy Jordan (Tim and Dana's baby). He is 3 months old now and absolutely so adorable (not that I'm bias or anything)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/1600/cheerleading%20soccer"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1557/1517/320/cheerleading%20soccer%20%2706%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a pic of my cheerleaders this past soccer season in our new uniforms! This was right before our homecoming pep-rally. . . they were all pumped up ready to pump up the teams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all enjoyed the pics and the visual update on life here in Lansdale, Pennsylvania! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-3994311287111594851?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/3994311287111594851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=3994311287111594851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/3994311287111594851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/3994311287111594851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-update-enjoyo.html' title='Picture Update. . . enjoy:o)'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-4326309706789798808</id><published>2006-10-19T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:45:55.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of that Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Earn your way, that's the lesson we are taught&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know that things eternal can't be sold or bought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing grace is something I could never hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know love and mercy are outside of my control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm reminded of a ransom paid beyond my worth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a hill outside the city, where heaven kissed the earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of that blood, because of that tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of the mercy pouring over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of that grace, I've been set free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of You, Jesus, I have been redeemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some believe that they can make it on their own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But only in the end to find they're really not that strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I believe that if I choose to live by faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That God would give me strength to make it each and every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For we are lost without a savior to save us ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's only by the grace of God that we can live to tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of that blood, because of that tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of the mercy pouring over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of that grace, I've been set free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of You, Jesus, I have been redeemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who of us can say that we are worthy of the love of Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that we can do is simply offer Him all by laying down our lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is on the new Phillips, Craig and Dean CD, &lt;em&gt;Top of my Lungs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share the words to this song because they blew me away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-4326309706789798808?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/4326309706789798808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=4326309706789798808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/4326309706789798808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/4326309706789798808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/because-of-that-blood.html' title='Because of that Blood'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-6402560902582317764</id><published>2006-10-17T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:03:00.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stress relief</title><content type='html'>This past week has been absolutely crazy.  I am so glad that it is over, and that I am back to some sort of order in my life.  From it being Spirit Week, to Homecoming, to being a mom for 2 teenagers last week (and not being able to see Derek), I was pretty overwhelmed with everything.  God was good and brought me through the week as only He could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was a wonderful release of stress.  Derek and I helped out with an investment activity for the teens where we raised money for missionaries.  Each teen brings $2 and invests it to make more money, like the whole parable of the talents.  Well, we had 5 Jr. High girls and we made candle votives with our money and made $110 by the end of the afternoon.  It was awesome to see the response of the teens.  In total the teens raised over $1,100 for the Hayes in Thailand.  After the investment activity, a bunch of us had a bonfire at Derek, Nate, and Brent's house.  Derek fire-breathed and we all roasted marshmallows by the fire.  We had a grand old time of fun, food and fellowship! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a usual Sunday.  We have a missions emphasis month, so the Slobodians were here presenting their ministry.  The part that always gets to me in missionary reports are the children.  They showed a power point presentation on the statistics of homeless children in Russia and where they end up as adults.  It broke my heart.  It shows me how merciful and gracious God was to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update was for you Jen!  Sorry for being a little slack on updating my blog:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-6402560902582317764?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/6402560902582317764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=6402560902582317764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/6402560902582317764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/6402560902582317764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/stress-relief.html' title='stress relief'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-116007249950396537</id><published>2006-10-05T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:21:39.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/260841161/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/260841161_4dd1eea48f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/260841161/"&gt;beautiful sky&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This sky is absolutely amazing!  As I was coaching my cheerleaders during a soccer game this past tuesday, I looked up and was amazed at the beauty of God's creation.  There was no question that I had to take a picture and capture the moment for all to enjoy.  I can not even imagine not believing in the Creator while looking all around me and seeing evidences of His handiwork!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to take a moment and enjoy the splendor of God's creation, because these past few weeks have been so crazy busy.  It has been a good busy, so that is good.  This weekend I am speaking at our camp's Father/Daughter retreat, going to a wedding, and then off to babysitting/housesitting from Saturday night to next friday evening.  To top it all off, it's spirit week next week at our school, and being a teacher and cheerleading coach means more tasks than usual.  So life is not slowing down anytime soon. . . that is why I am thankful for the little moments where I can stop and rest in the Creator of this world!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-116007249950396537?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/116007249950396537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=116007249950396537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/116007249950396537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/116007249950396537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-sky.html' title='beautiful sky'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115928068762915273</id><published>2006-09-26T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:24:48.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the long awaited pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/253277243/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/92/253277243_d5db359d85_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/253277243/"&gt;Derek and Sharon 1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of Derek and me at a bonfire we had friday night.  We are officially dating for a week and a day now.  I can not say how amazing it is to see God in all of this.  I was not looking for a relationship, and I think my words were "I'm not in the the mood for a relationship".  God totally dropped it on my lap which is the most exciting part.  There are so many little things that God worked out, which gives me that peace knowing that it is totally of the Lord (and not of girly manipulation. . . as all girls know about).  As I was telling my friend Rebeka, I was in a man-hating funk and if what I was seeing and experiencing from guys around me (minus my family), I did not want to get married ever.  Derek definitely took me out of that funk.  I realize that there are good Godly guys out there, and God has given me one of them.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115928068762915273?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115928068762915273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115928068762915273' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115928068762915273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115928068762915273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-long-awaited-pic.html' title='Here&apos;s the long awaited pic!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115860621861382219</id><published>2006-09-18T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:03:38.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a requested update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I was asked by one of my friend's to update my blog, so I will.  I don't have a picture to put with it, but when I get the time I'll upload more pictures so that my blog does not look so boring.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What has been going on in the life of Sharon. . . Let's see. . . teaching 5th grade and coaching cheerleading keeps me pretty busy.  I also find myself spending a lot of time with a particular boy, which can cause a serious lack of sleep.  Currently, my dad is in Alaska preaching/hunting and taking some overdue rest and relaxation.  Last weekend we had a college and career age retreat at my family's mountain house which was most enjoyable.  I know this is a vague overview, but when I have pictures I'll give a more detailed update.  This is just a hold-over for my avid readers who requested one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115860621861382219?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115860621861382219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115860621861382219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115860621861382219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115860621861382219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/09/requested-update.html' title='a requested update'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115756861753862504</id><published>2006-09-06T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:53:26.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>First day back to school is always CRAZY! Besides only getting 2 1/2 hours of sleep the night before, I have a class of 8 boys and get this . . . only 1 girl. The actual day seemed to run smoothly, which was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school there was a soccer game which I had to coach cheerleading for. It would not have been so bad, if it wasn't raining the whole time. I was pretty much a wet, frozen popsicle by the end. It probably did not help that my classroom is freezing due to woman going through "that mid-life time" controlling the temperature, so I started off cold. Needless to say, I had to put on a long sleeve shirt and sweatshirt to warm up after the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115756861753862504?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115756861753862504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115756861753862504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115756861753862504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115756861753862504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115644498694220848</id><published>2006-08-24T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:43:07.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The new name has been chosen. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/198375533/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/198375533_6600f9d375_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/198375533/"&gt;new car&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, on the anniversary of the purchase date, I have selected a new name for my car.  Before I announce the winner, I would like to say thank you to all my friends and family who nominated and voted for a new name.  So the winner gets an all inclusive ride in my car, which means a trip to Ritas or another place of the winners choosing, within reason (keep in mind I am a poor christian school teacher).  Consolation prizes will vary according to what state you live in, or if you live around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd Runner up is Bob, nominated by Chad Skaran&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Runner up is Fanny, nominated by Christina Porter&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Runner up is Jiminy, nominated by Jaime Ostergard&lt;br /&gt;THE WINNER IS CAPTAIN JACK, nominated by Lesli Nichols.  Although Luke Forman came up with Jack, Lesli added extra flare with the Captain title.  My car will be called Jack for short, so Luke, you can consider yourself part winner.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115644498694220848?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115644498694220848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115644498694220848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115644498694220848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115644498694220848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-name-has-been-chosen.html' title='The new name has been chosen. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115566618068390344</id><published>2006-08-15T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:23:00.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TOP TEN!</title><content type='html'>For one final and last time, the voting on the naming of my new "pre-owned" car.  For a picture, once again, scroll down my blog to see it under the entry "a new name for a new car".  I have had many requests for a new top ten, because I have had many more suggestions given since my top three was posted. . . So here they are in random order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Leroy&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bob or the Bobster&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jiminy Cricket&lt;br /&gt;4.  Captain Jack&lt;br /&gt;5.  Fanny&lt;br /&gt;5.  Polo- Hawaiin for fatso&lt;br /&gt;6.  Big Momma&lt;br /&gt;7.  Poo-"if you have any poo. . . fling it now!"&lt;br /&gt;8.  Bullet&lt;br /&gt;9.  Super Beetle&lt;br /&gt;10.  Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vote away!  The winner will be announced on the car's one month b-day which will be on August 24th.  #7-10 were given by my neice and nephews, Jordan, Amber and Luke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115566618068390344?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115566618068390344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115566618068390344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115566618068390344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115566618068390344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/08/top-ten.html' title='THE TOP TEN!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115497335421429708</id><published>2006-08-07T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:55:54.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/209226059/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/209226059_37ea2e28d7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/209226059/"&gt;arm wrestle&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lessons learned this past week. . . (starting with the less serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do not arm wrestle a guy named "Pedro" at a pizza shop.  Actually I was pressured into it, but now looking at the picture it seems that he enjoyed it a little too much.  Afterward I thoroughly washed the hands. . . eeww gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do not allow someone (aka Nathan) to take your shoe and throw it out his car window in the middle of traffic on Broad Street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do not go see Talledega Nights. . . trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  On the more serious side. . . be thankful for your friends that God has given you.  I am so thankful for the friends God has given me.  There were times the past few months where I felt alone, but God was always there and He brought unexpected friends into my life to encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pray for your friends, even when things are not stressed or strained.  It's easy to pray when things are difficult, but we often forget to pray for others when life is calm.  I have been blessed with friends who are there to pray for me and I am thankful that God brings them to mind to pray for them.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115497335421429708?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115497335421429708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115497335421429708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115497335421429708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115497335421429708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/08/lessons-learned.html' title='lessons learned'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115465785670486504</id><published>2006-08-03T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:19:08.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the winner is. . .</title><content type='html'>NO ONE YET! I have yet to decide who will win the contest of naming my new car. Remember to keep voting and adding suggestions. Hopefully soon there will be a name and a winner. The winner will receive an all-inclusive ride in my new vehicle the next time they're in PA! I know, the stakes are high. . .but don't let that stop you from voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebeka--we are awaiting your ingenious suggestions to see if you can beat what has already been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Luke, Jaime and Chad for their suggestions making the top three. If you do not win, you will all receive a consolation prize once the winner has been announced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115465785670486504?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115465785670486504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115465785670486504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115465785670486504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115465785670486504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115421291913599525</id><published>2006-07-29T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:41:59.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TOP THREE!</title><content type='html'>I have narrowed down the choices for naming my car to the top three.  Their were some expectations that the name had to meet.  It could not be too long of a name.  The name also needed to be able to have nicknames as well.  For instance my last car Stella was called Stella, Stell-bell, or Stellar depending on the circumstance.  So If you have any other suggestions still that are not part of the top three, you may still leave them, otherwise just vote for your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN RANDOM ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jack (It was derived from the Black Pearl to Jack Sparrow, to Jack via Luke Forman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jiminy Cricket or Jiminy for short (my car has an alarm that chirps, so Jaime Ostergard suggested this name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bob or the Bobster (this one came last night when I was driving down to Philly via Chad Skaran).  &lt;em&gt;I also thought of combining 2 and 3 to Jiminy billy-Bob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Voting:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115421291913599525?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115421291913599525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115421291913599525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115421291913599525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115421291913599525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-three.html' title='THE TOP THREE!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115386906848403592</id><published>2006-07-25T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:11:08.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Timothy Jordan was born!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/198375530/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/198375530_b93ec220d8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/198375530/"&gt;Ryan Timothy -1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tim and Dana Jordan and now the proud parents of Ryan Timothy Jordan.  He was born on Saturday, July 22nd at 9:06 pm.  Dana had a very quick delivery, she was only 3 cm dialated when Tim called my family at 8pm, and by 9:06 he was born!  He was 7 lbs. 5 oz. and 20 in. long.  He is sooo adorable. . . and sleeps all the time:o)  Congratulations Tim and Dana on being 1st time parents!  I must admit that it is a little strange that Timmy is now a daddy!!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115386906848403592?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115386906848403592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115386906848403592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115386906848403592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115386906848403592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/07/ryan-timothy-jordan-was-born.html' title='Ryan Timothy Jordan was born!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115386883395039075</id><published>2006-07-25T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:07:14.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new name for a new car. . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/198375533/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/198375533_6600f9d375_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/198375533/"&gt;new car&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Stella, my old car, was killed 2 1/2 short weeks ago, I have moved on to purchase a newer "used" car.  Here is a picture of my new car, and I needed other people's input on a name.  So far I have gotten Shaneequa, Shanaynay etc.  So here is a chance to use your creative juices and help me name my new car. . . if your the lucky winner. . . well, I'll give you a free ride in it the next time your in PA!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115386883395039075?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115386883395039075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115386883395039075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115386883395039075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115386883395039075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-name-for-new-car.html' title='a new name for a new car. . . '/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115194611009977752</id><published>2006-07-03T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:02:03.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update on life</title><content type='html'>Sorry no picture this time.  I didn't have the patience today to upload some new pictures.  Recently, I have been working some temp jobs.  The one that I am currently at a bit boring, but it pays well.   All I do at this current job is copy, shred and file, copy, shred and file. . . etc.  I am in a room by myself all day (except for lunch break) with no windows to the outside world. . . but thankfully I have my ever-faithful iPod to help past the time.  I only have 3 more days left on that job (wed.-fri. this week) and then I will be at my church camp (Camp Calvary) for two weeks.  I am excited to go to camp to counsel again.  This year I am counseling for Junior camp #3 and Sr. High camp #1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer so far has been suprisingly full.  There hasn't been much down time, as I had thought, but a definite change of pace.  Summers usually consist of staying up late and waking up late as much as possible, and not feeling guilty one bit for doing it.  Weekends are full of whatever kind of activity we can drum up.  Last night we cooked out some shishkabobs and other various things, then we played a very aggressive game of spoons.   For the fourth of July I am not sure what I am doing yet.  Some of my friends are going down to Philly and my family is staying in the area and having a cook-out at the house.   So now I have to make the decision on which activity I would prefer to go to. . .  So what is everybody else doing for the fourth??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Rebecca and Michael Saunders were in from Guam.  It was a nice suprise to see them.  Michael was taking a Seminary class at our seminary and since Rebecaa is from this area, she came along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the basic update of happenings here the past couple weeks.  God has been showing me a lot lately.  I don't know what He is planning for me for the future, but there has been some open doors that I am praying about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115194611009977752?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115194611009977752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115194611009977752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115194611009977752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115194611009977752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-update-on-life.html' title='just an update on life'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115074152948614925</id><published>2006-06-19T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:25:29.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twins???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/170641586/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/170641586_2e414ca820_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/170641586/"&gt;twins&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of Jen Ostergard and Anna Munro.  They have been told for years that they looked like each other, but never actually met until a week ago.  It freaked Anna out so much that she couldn't even talk to Jen with out getting weirded out.  Jen is 2 years older than Anna, but aren't the similarities remarkable?????  When Jen was my roommate my sophomore year, she reminded me so much of Anna (who I went to High school with).  They even have the same bubbly personality, ya know the kind that could host a talkshow or a show on TLC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on past the long lost twins finally meeting. . . I can not say how much I am enjoying the freedoms of summer.  The joy of staying up late without feeling weighed down by the early morning the next day.  Anybody plan any big trips for the summer?  If I had the funds I would travel the world during my summer breaks, but since I am trying to save up to move out. . . the world will have to wait.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115074152948614925?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115074152948614925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115074152948614925' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115074152948614925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115074152948614925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/06/twins.html' title='twins???'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-115021571808619611</id><published>2006-06-13T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:21:58.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week into summer vacation. . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/166518831/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/166518831_9cac47e9f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/166518831/"&gt;Last Day 2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it is officially a week into summer vacation and I feel like it's been a month!  The picture is of my class on the last day of school, right before lunch, awards and parties.  One of students is hiding behind a desk. . . gotta love that 5th grade humor:o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple days of school went by quickly, from there I haven't really slowed down.  I have had follow up teacher stuff, and actually have been catching up on my social life.   There's nothing like summer break.  I am so thankful God brought me to a job where I have one.  Now, I know all of you non-teachers think that it would be sooo easy to be a teacher and have summer breaks. . . but after pulling 10-16 hour days all school year long, I think a little rest is needed to be ready for the next batch of cherubs to enter my classroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I head down to Ocean City for a couple days vacation with my family (who is already down there).  I waited to go down because Jen Ostergard was here visiting, and I wanted to hang out with her while she was here.  On a side note, Jen met her long lost twin, Anna Munro, this weekend at our camp. . . both of them freaked out when they saw each other.  I'll post pictures later of both of them. . . it's really uncanny how similiar they are.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-115021571808619611?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/115021571808619611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=115021571808619611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115021571808619611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/115021571808619611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-into-summer-vacation.html' title='A week into summer vacation. . . '/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114920411227045581</id><published>2006-06-01T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:21:52.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>I only have 3 more school days left!  I am sooooo excited to have summer break and a little rest and relaxation.  Things have been super busy, but good.  Just the usual ending of the year whatnot.  Since it was my first year teaching Elementary, things seemed to take me a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I flew down to Florida on Wednesday evening to help Mark and Jen Corbin move up to this area.  While in the airport waiting to board after a long delay, I then realized why we were stuck at the gate.  Air Force One was at Philly airport so nothing could land or take off while it was there.  I'd like to think that George W. waved at me through the window. . . but I doubt it:o)  Anyway, Thursday morning we started the long drive back to PA with a train of moving vans and cars.  We arrived back in PA early Saturday morning around 1 am.  We probably would have arrived earlier, but we hit a 10 mile back up due to an overturned tractor trailer in Morresville, North Carolina.  All in all the trip went smoothly, but by the end I was ready to not be in a car for a good long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114920411227045581?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114920411227045581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114920411227045581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114920411227045581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114920411227045581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/06/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114834646907215961</id><published>2006-05-22T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:07:49.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip. . . a success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/151368082/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/151368082_44b71190bb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/151368082/"&gt;liberty bell&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of two of my students, Hunter and Abe, at the Liberty Bell (in case you couldn't tell by the picture).  The field trip went by smoothly, despite my nervousness.  I did not lose any students, and we were able to get to everything on the schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the day at The National Constitution Center.  The students were able to go through the interactive exhibits, being able to vote for ammendments and be sworn in as President.  They were also able to take pictures with life size bronze statues of the signers of the constitution.  From there, we watched a presentation called "Freedom Rising", tracing the founding of our constitution to the present.  After we left The National Constitution Center, we walked two blocks to the Liberty Bell and waited in line to go through security (which is as bad as in an airport).  They were all able to spend time looking at the History of the Liberty Bell and to take pictures by it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day in the end, and we even had beautiful weather despite the weather forecast.  Thank the Lord!   I am glad that this field trip is done for the year, so I can now focus on the end of the year--just 10 more school days to go!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114834646907215961?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114834646907215961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114834646907215961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114834646907215961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114834646907215961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/05/field-trip-success.html' title='Field Trip. . . a success!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114789069374815046</id><published>2006-05-17T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:31:33.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/148287234/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/148287234_88d2f87671_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/148287234/"&gt;outdoors.rainbow&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a few days of rain, and indoor recess, I am thankful for the sun shining brightly today!  It is the calm before the storm, because the rest of this week it is supposed to rain and have scattered thunderstorms.  I am praying that the rain holds off on Friday for my 5th grade field trip to Philadelphia.  There will be nothing like standing in the rain to see the Liberty Bell, and to climb into a bus with wet and smelly 5th graders for the ride home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a teacher appreciation lunch.  Teacher appreciation week was last week, but our administration gave us our lunchean today.  They came in with the works from Panera Bread!  It was FANTABULOUS!!!!  From the sandwiches, to the french bagettes, salad, cookies and of course their crunchers chips, I overstuffed myself once again!  Perhaps I will end up like the wedding picture in my previous post after all!!!  The principal even took our kids out to recess, so I got a longer lunch break to enjoy the fun, food and fellowship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day full of little blessings!  I love to see how God works and blesses us in little ways when we least expect it!  Any of you have any little blessings that you would like to share?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114789069374815046?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114789069374815046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114789069374815046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114789069374815046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114789069374815046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-sunshine.html' title='finally sunshine!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114747787782691680</id><published>2006-05-12T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:51:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my future. . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/138702240/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/138702240_311a7e2648_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/138702240/"&gt;yuck!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't you just love this picture of my future wedding?  Guess I've put on a few hundred pounds. . . just kidding!  This picture is just so gross. . . I can't imagine having roles of fat on your calf!  YUCK!  But it goes to show that there is still hope for all of us single folks. . . to each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as an update on life, I want to thank every one for their prayers over this past month and especially this past week.  God has been so faithful, and somehow everytime I am blown away by it (even though He's always there).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week from today is my field trip. . . AAAAAAAHHHH!  There is something about planning fields trips that puts me way out of my comfort zone.  I guess it's the possibility of losing a child in Philadelphia, getting lost, or having the parent's disapprove.  It's a weird thing to have chaperone's that are old enough to be your parents, or are parents of your high school friends. . . which are the joys of teaching where you grew up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend proves to be a busy one.  I am hanging out with my friend Rebeka tonight.  Tomorrow is a baby shower for Dana, and going down to Chestnut Hill later that night to catch up with my friend Becky.  Sunday will be time to get ready for school that comes so early monday morning.  Anybody else have any big plans for the weekend?  Does it seem that weekends fly right on by to anyone else?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114747787782691680?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114747787782691680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114747787782691680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114747787782691680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114747787782691680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-future.html' title='my future. . . '/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114710461628252556</id><published>2006-05-08T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:10:16.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of God</title><content type='html'>The love of God is greater far&lt;br /&gt;Than tongue or pen can ever tell;&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond the highest star,&lt;br /&gt;And reaches to the lowest hell;&lt;br /&gt;The guilty pair, bowed down with care,&lt;br /&gt;God gave His Son to win;&lt;br /&gt;His erring child He reconciled,&lt;br /&gt;And pardoned from his sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It shall forevermore endure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill,&lt;br /&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;br /&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill,&lt;br /&gt;And every man a scribe by trade,&lt;br /&gt;To write the love of God above,&lt;br /&gt;Would drain the ocean dry.&lt;br /&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole,&lt;br /&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It shall forevermore endure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to leave this hymn as my post today.  There is nothing more precious than the Love of God to me!  Amidst the hurt and frustration that comes with life, and choosing to do the hard right thing, God's Love comforts my soul!  Last night once again, I was drawn to some of my favorite Psalms, to refocus and comfort my soul.  God's love encompasses all seemingly bad and upsetting circumstances.  He draws me closest when I feel the weakest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114710461628252556?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114710461628252556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114710461628252556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114710461628252556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114710461628252556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-of-god.html' title='The Love of God'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114649403409674582</id><published>2006-05-01T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:33:54.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/130871527/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/130871527_119a5344bb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/130871527/"&gt;Papa, Amber and Luke&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, first off this is a picture of my Dad, my neice Amber and my nephew Luke.  This picture was also taken while my sister Sarah was out here for a week visiting.  We had a big cook-out dinner on one of the evenings.  This picture was right after we consumed dinner and were waiting to make room for dessert.  Speaking of desserts. . . stressed spelled backwards is desserts!  Guess there is really a reason why we're drawn to desserts when we're stressed:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've blogged last, here are the happenings of my life.  School is busy as usual and I am in the midst of figuring out details to our field trip to Philadelphia.  Do any of you have fun memories from your younger days on field trips???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a play friday night that homeschoolers put on in our area.  It would not have been half bad if it didn't last 2 1/2 hours long!!!!  Plus it was a friday night, when I usually zonk out by 9 pm!  I went with the Farnham clan and it was enjoyable to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I slept in late because I took nyquil the night before.  I have this awful cold as a result of my allergies.  Dana, my sister-in-law, said that she does not get allergies when she is pregnant!  So maybe that is what I'll have to do. . . just kidding!!!!  Saturday evening, I went over to my friend Rebeka's house for a lovely dinner.  All the boys were there (Dan, Dave, Brad, Micah, Paul, and Jarred) and of course they outnumbered us girls (Rebeka, Jarrion, Diana and myself).  I can't say I particularly enjoyed all the boys company, due to circumstances out of my control, but on the whole it was enjoyable.  I would say more, but the boys tend to read this and talk about it amongst themselves.  So to avoid further complications, I will keep my mouth shut!  I know it's a first. . . khehehehe:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was everybody else's week/weekend?  Anything exciting to report of?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114649403409674582?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114649403409674582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114649403409674582' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114649403409674582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114649403409674582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/05/miscellaneous-ramblings.html' title='Miscellaneous Ramblings'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114592208245350164</id><published>2006-04-24T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:44:04.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Pat!</title><content type='html'>I have just come from Pat Farnham's memorial service. It was such a blessing to see how many people one life can impact! I've only known her for less than a year, and I am so thankful that the Lord had put her in my life for that brief time. She was just a genuine person who reached out to anyone and everyone! Today was a bit rough trying to get through the day without dissolving into tears. I walked through the foyer mid-day and found pictures of her set up for this evening's service. I merely glanced and tears came flowing out of my eyes. God was good and allowed me to get through the rest of the day without breaking down in front of my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight during the service, each grandchild wrote a note that was read. Her grandson, Tyler, who is a student in my class, is a very good writer. When his letter was read, I lost it and dissolved into tears. My 8-year-old nephew who was sitting next to me, starting to rub my back to make sure I was OK. It is such a bitter-sweet thing to miss someone you've grown to love, and knowing now that they are in the presence of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recalling this past week, the many good memories I had with Pat. She was my hairdresser for this past year, and the first time she highlighted my hair she was so nervous. Afterwards, she would come up to me at church, just to check out her own handiwork! Another memory was when I went over to her house for my Birthday. She had bought me a T-Shirt that says "Major Attitude" because she thought I gave her "attitude". Well, most of the time she egged it on herself. We definitely knew how to get each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted to leave on tonight's post, as I know it is getting long, is the poem that was on the program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safely Home&lt;br /&gt;I am home in Heaven, dear ones:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so happy and so bright!&lt;br /&gt;There is perfect joy and beauty&lt;br /&gt;In this everlasting light.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain and grief is over,&lt;br /&gt;Every restless tossing passed:&lt;br /&gt;I am now at peace forever,&lt;br /&gt;Safely home in Heaven at last.&lt;br /&gt;And he came Himself to meet me&lt;br /&gt;In that way so hard to tread:&lt;br /&gt;And with Jesus' arm to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;Could I have one doubt or dread?&lt;br /&gt;Then you must not greive so sorely,&lt;br /&gt;For I love you dearly still&lt;br /&gt;Try to look beyond earth's shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Pray to trust our Father's Will.&lt;br /&gt;There is work still waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;So you must not idly stand:&lt;br /&gt;Do it now, while life remaineth--&lt;br /&gt;You shall rest in Jesus' land.&lt;br /&gt;When that work is all completed.&lt;br /&gt;He will gently call you Home:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the rapture of that meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joy to see you come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Pat's 63rd Birthday! Welcome Home Pat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114592208245350164?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114592208245350164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114592208245350164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114592208245350164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114592208245350164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-home-pat.html' title='Welcome Home Pat!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114562465267907357</id><published>2006-04-21T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:04:12.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an update on Pat</title><content type='html'>Last night Pat went home to be with the Lord.  They brought the grandchildren in yesterday to say goodbye and then they took her off life-support.  She is now in the presence of the Lord, which is far better!  Thanks for your prayers and I ask that you will continue to pray for the family as they plan the funeral and memorial service for Monday.  Also pray for financial needs as well.  Due to circumstances beyond Pat's control, she did not have medical issurance.  Some of the expenses will be covered by the car insurance because it was a car accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114562465267907357?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114562465267907357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114562465267907357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114562465267907357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114562465267907357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/update-on-pat.html' title='an update on Pat'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114530496437585524</id><published>2006-04-17T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:16:04.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/128975520/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/128975520_bd527b0394_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/128975520/"&gt;Maddie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of my sister Sarah's youngest child.  Her name is Madilyn Rose, but Maddie for short.  She is sooo cute and was so much fun to have around the house last week when my sister's fam came for a visit.  Hope you enjoy the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note I have an urgent prayer request.  There is a lady in our church named Pat Farnham who was in a serious car accident on Saturday afternoon.  I have grown to love Pat and her family since I have been back home after college.  The outcome looks grave, so I ask that you would pray.  If she does make it, the doctor's are unsure of how much cognitive ability she will have if any.  Tomorrow and Wednesday are really big days, the doctors are going to take her off the drugs that were used for pain and stopping the internal bleeding.  They are going to see if there is any brain activity or response.  Right now, there is no brain activity and she has not come out of her coma since the accident.  She is a believer, so please pray for her family.  She has three adult children and 8 grandchildren.  The children's names are Laney, Lesli and Mark.  Pat was a very active lady and this has come as a shock to her family.  Thanks for your prayers!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114530496437585524?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114530496437585524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114530496437585524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114530496437585524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114530496437585524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/maddie.html' title='Maddie'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114512503190097969</id><published>2006-04-15T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:11:22.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a week with the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/128975517/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/128975517_e8b1ca10ca_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/128975517/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;family pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister Sarah and her family came out from Indiana this past week and stayed with us. The house definitely was not as quiet with three young ones running around. . . something that I had to get used to. It was a great week filled with activities. We ate A LOT and relaxed outdoors, we also got this lovely family picture of all 17 of us! Afterward we went up to camp to let the little ones play. . . until the adults could play no more. I'll post more pictures later of the week but this one will have to do for right now.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114512503190097969?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114512503190097969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114512503190097969' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114512503190097969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114512503190097969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/week-with-family.html' title='a week with the family'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114471012485335512</id><published>2006-04-10T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:02:04.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>I find myself today in a spot that would not be exactly where I want to be, but it is where God has me.  One situation after the other where God has caused me to sit back and reflect on relationships in my life.  Analyzing whether they are truly edifying or pulling me down.  I would rather just keep going on my merry little way without having to honestly deal with certain things that God has brought to my attention.  I just do not want to be uncomfortable, but I am thankful for how God is stretching me recently in ways I was not expecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am learning to let go of control of resolving issues that I can not control.  I have done my part and therefore it is in God's hands.  I have to admit the hardest part is the realization that leaving issues unresolved between a friend and me could very possibly mean that I will be no more than mere acquaintences with them for the time being.  Even more permamently, I will lose them as a friend altogether.  In the long run, I know if he does not wish to resolve what has come between us, than he does not value the friendship and therefore the relationship becomes one-sided/lop-sided.  God has shown me that kind of relationship is not something I want to be a part of long-term or I will just keep setting myself up for hurt time after time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also learning to let go of having expectations of this friend that I know in his character he can not fulfill.  I can not change him, I can only pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to let go of not being able to reconcile in my heart the hurt I feel from this friendship and the blessings and good times I can recall.  It is so hard to let go of the things I do enjoy from this friendship.  I enjoy his sense of humor, his prank-pulling ability, sarcasm, listening and concerning heart at some points . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how this morning I was destrought over having to let these things go, and the amazing power of prayer of my friends I know sense.  I thought for sure I would not make it through the day without losing it once, but God gave me the peace that passes what I understand from the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114471012485335512?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114471012485335512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114471012485335512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114471012485335512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114471012485335512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114434896819387882</id><published>2006-04-06T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:42:48.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past. . . and how to keep a healthy level of insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/123352417/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/123352417_cb1c34dfde_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/123352417/"&gt;Keara and Me&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First. . . a blast from the past.  I came across some old picture CD's of mine that I had from when I was in a bazillion weddings.  So I uploaded them to bring back some memories of my college years.  This picture is of Keara and me on our way to play "Laser-Tag" a couple days before Jen's wedding.  There were some psycho teenage boys who wanted to play with us, but thankfully we only had to play with them one time.  I also did find out that I stink at the game, like most games in my life.  It was fun anyway:o) It's so amazing how a picture can bring back some long lost memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. . . how to keep a healthy level of insanity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a&lt;br /&gt;hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries&lt;br /&gt;with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "in" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dont use any punctuation marks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As often as possible, skip rather than walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sing along at the opera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Put mosquito netting around your work area. Play a tape of jungle&lt;br /&gt;sounds all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their &lt;br /&gt;party because you're not in the mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard Kim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won!", "I won!" "3rd time this week!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, &lt;br /&gt;yelling "run for your lives, they're loose!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Tell your children over dinner. "due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114434896819387882?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114434896819387882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114434896819387882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114434896819387882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114434896819387882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/blast-from-past-and-how-to-keep.html' title='blast from the past. . . and how to keep a healthy level of insanity'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114410452651669272</id><published>2006-04-03T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:48:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/122855831/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/122855831_a36831dec1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/122855831/"&gt;5th Grade 002&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is of 2 of my fifth grade girls at recess.  It's finally getting warmer out here in PA, although today was a bit of a chiller for April.  It was a little rainy out today. It wasn't temperature cold, but rather of a cut right through you chill due to the dampness in the air.  I did survive my recess duty, but tomorrow might be a different story. . . just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we start Standford Achievement Tests. . . yipee!  Well, hopefully all will go smoothly.  I am glad that I am not the one filling in all those little circles anymore:o)  There are 3 homeschool boys coming in to join our class, which will change the whole dynamic of the class.  There are only 5 boys in my class, so those 5 boys are very excited to have these boys around.  The 12 girls in my class were a little disappointed to say the least to find out all three homeschoolers coming in were boys.  Boys still have cooties to most of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I teach I remember the good old days of elementary school when I was a young gal.  How I loved snack time and recess!  Who could forget the birthday treats brought in and the little parties through out the year to celebrate various assundry holidays!  There is nothing like the innocence of childhood, compared to being an adult and how we complicate our own lives.  Oh to go back and revel in the days of no responsibility, but I guess there weren't too many priviledges either:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114410452651669272?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114410452651669272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114410452651669272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114410452651669272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114410452651669272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-random-thoughts.html' title='more random thoughts'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114349202748439870</id><published>2006-03-27T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:40:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Hymn by Chris Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Weak and wounded sinner &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost and left to die &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O, raise your head, for love is passing by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to Jesus and live! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now your burden's lifted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And carried far away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And precious blood has washed away the stain, so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing to Jesus and live! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And like a newborn baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid to crawl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And remember when you walk Sometimes we fall...so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall on Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall on Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall on Jesus and live! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the way is lonely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And steep and filled with pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry to Jesus and live! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O, and when the love spills over &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And music fills the night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you can't contain your joy inside, then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance for Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance for Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance for Jesus and live! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And with your final heartbeat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss the world goodbye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly to Jesus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly to Jesus and live! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite song.  Yesterday in church my dad spoke on John 15:13-15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lays down his life for his friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a id="b1" title="Greek 'bondservants'" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=John+15%3A13-15#f1" name="b1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for the servant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a id="b2" title="Greek 'bondservant'; also verse 20" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=John+15%3A13-15#f2" name="b2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the service, a man in our church sang this song.  Everytime he sings it in church or I play it on my iPod, it brings me to tears.  I am more amazed these past few weeks of how much God has done for me.  Just getting ready for the Easter season, lends itself to thinking about what Christ has done.  I know that the story is so familiar that I tend to just let it go by without taking time to consider all that I have in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad spoke a clear salvation message, so for me it put things in perspective.   Growing in Christ often causes "growing pains", but realizing fully (if we could even do that) what Christ went through and what He has done makes the "growing pains" worth it all.  Knowing that my Savior calls me His friend, and no longer sees me for the rotten sinner that I am.  God's love is truly indescribable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114349202748439870?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114349202748439870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114349202748439870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114349202748439870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114349202748439870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled-hymn-by-chris-rice.html' title='Untitled Hymn by Chris Rice'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114297106649217612</id><published>2006-03-21T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:57:46.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Point to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/105502432/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/105502432_0291b45417_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/105502432/"&gt;thackers and me&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture has nothing to do with the post, but I couldn't go two blogs in a row without a picture to brake it up.  Plus I thought the picture was cute:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to ponder is responsibility and justification.  I have been thinking about this recently because of certain events being drawn to my attention.  One being a seminary student here at Calvary has "slept through" his sunday school teaching responsibility on several occasions these past couple months.  I obviously think that is wrong no matter what.  I understand being sick, but just sleeping through is showing a serious lack of responsibility.  Growing up in a Pastor's home I was always taught to fulfill my obligations/responsibilities and make them a priority in my life.  I guess I take that teaching for granted sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of justifying why you did not fulfill your obligation comes in the following circumstance.  A roommate of the previous seminary student works in Youth group.  He misses a week because he needs to study for midterms.  I would have no problem missing an occasional service as long as I did not have any responsibilities.  His view is that he did not see a problem with it because it is not on the same level as sleeping through his responsibilities, and he does not do it often.  Which I partly agree.  My point of view would be that I know I have this responsibility every week, so I need to work ahead in order to fulfill my obligation.  He did point out that you can not start studying in January for March midterms, but I also think that leading your prayer group for 15 minutes at the end of Youth group does not take away that much time.  His group went with a different group, but I wonder what kind of message that sent.  He did explain it to his group beforehand, but when the teens want to skip because of homework what do you say to them now?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about it, whether I am being too "legalistic" on this issue or not.  I was curious to see other people's input. Hopefully I did  not bore you with too many details.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114297106649217612?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114297106649217612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114297106649217612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114297106649217612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114297106649217612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/point-to-ponder_21.html' title='Point to Ponder'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114290052973945437</id><published>2006-03-20T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:22:09.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sorry, no picture with this post.  I know it's a rarity that I do not upload a picture with every post, but I could not think of anything appropriate for the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 24th birthday has come and gone, and 3 parties later. . . I am actually partied out.   It was nice to have a relaxing weekend and be able to kick back and have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized over the years that I can express myself more in writing than I can in words.  Obviously, for those who know me, I am not a girl of few words, but I guess I get that from my Dad.  I often find myself over explaining things because I can not seem to get how I feel out clearly.  Now, when it comes to teaching, it is not so hard because I am dealing with elementary concepts and principals.  This blog has become a way to "verbally" express what is going on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me most of the time to say verbally to most people how God works in my life.  So as I type it out or write it down, it often becomes more clear to me.  God has been working big time in my life.  It scares me in a way, because I am not in control.  It also excites me to know that I should not be in control.   If God even values the sparrow's life, how much more does He value mine!  Here are some verses that God has been using to bless me this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 12:6-7&lt;br /&gt;6 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. 7 Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114290052973945437?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114290052973945437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114290052973945437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114290052973945437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114290052973945437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/miscellaneous-thoughts.html' title='Miscellaneous Thoughts'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114271488267722255</id><published>2006-03-18T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:48:07.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE. . .sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/113851684/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/113851684_2d979ff920_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/113851684/"&gt;Surprise B-Day2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, my students through me a surprise birthday party.  Of course they are not very good at hiding what they are planning, but I enjoyed it anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I turn 24.  It does make me feel old when I say that, but I actually do not feel any older than the day I graduated high school.  But reflecting on the past year of my life I thank the Lord for all that He has done.  It has not exactly been the easiest of years, but I can see God's hand working.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114271488267722255?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114271488267722255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114271488267722255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114271488267722255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114271488267722255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/surprise-sort-of_18.html' title='SURPRISE. . .sort of'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114252353665968923</id><published>2006-03-16T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:39:03.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another day to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/112025857/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/112025857_e9dd4e4ea8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/112025857/"&gt;5th Grade Valentine Party&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a pic of my fifth graders at our Valentine's party.  They were all hyped up on all kinds of sugar and enjoying each other's company.  For the teacher, parties are a bit more high strung. . . a little more stress involved due to the seeming lack of control that may come.  Thank the Lord my little students are well behaved and I can trust them to be under control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Neil Beer's funeral here at Calvary.  For those of you who know Josh and Jess Beers, it is their dad.  He died suddenly in a car accident this past Saturday.  There has seem to be a lot of sudden deaths.  3 within that one week.  But it is amazing to see God work through it all.  Obviously my human mind will not understand why God took such Godly and loving people away from those they minister to, but there is that perfect peace that comes when you trust Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take the time to list things that I am thankful for.  I know that when I become discontent I am focusing on what I desire, rather than on what I have in the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;1.  First and foremost my relationship with the Lord.  I seriously can not fathom what I would do without Him.  I would have no hope, and no reason to live that is actually worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The unexpected blessings that come every day coming from unexpected people.   &lt;br /&gt;3.  For my family who loves me no matter what.  They love the Lord and serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;4.  For the sunshine today.  Although it might be a bit chilly out, at least I can take the kids out for recess.&lt;br /&gt;5.  For the Lord working in my student's lives and allowing me to be used of Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but soon my students will be back from band and I must be ready for their arrival:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114252353665968923?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114252353665968923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114252353665968923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114252353665968923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114252353665968923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-day-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='another day to be thankful for'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114235971138305708</id><published>2006-03-14T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:08:31.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fairweather or loyal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107686034/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/107686034_4c2ad26f62_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107686034/"&gt;friends 045&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture is a picture of Melanie and Melissa Thacker and myself.  I went to visit Melissa over Christmas break and now I am actually getting around to posting a picture on this blog.  For my friend Christina who reads both blogs, this is not a repeat of anything on our friends blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairweather or loyal?. . . As I sit here and reflect on friend relationships I have become a part of over the past year, I am a bit perplexed.  I have never considered myself a fairweather friend, and others have even observed the loyalty that I have for my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I reach a turning point.  It seems that I am stuck between two groups of friends.  The girls in our singles group and the guys.  Each group does not seem to blend well with the other.  There are people all around, but none to be considered "close" friends.  My closest friends are married and mostly living in different parts of the country.  So it leaves me feeling a bit alone.  I sit in the midst of two groups, not feeling a part of either group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand I know that if I put the effort into a particular friendship that I have had for years, I could probably feel apart of that group.  But what is holding me back is the fakeness that has shown itself over the past couple weeks.  So now I have no desire to put effort into a friendship that is a bit one sided.  So does that make me a fair weather friend?  Do I stick by it, knowing that I will probably never know the true heart of my friend?  I have been praying hard that the Lord would give me wisdom and would break her heart down to the point where she can not cover who she truly is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been praying that the Lord would send me a friend who can sharpen me truly in the Lord that does not live across the country.  HE ANSWERS PRAYER!  On Sunday morning I was talking to a casual friend of mine, Kristen, and she was going through the same struggle of feeling alone in the midst of all these people.  Yes, she is married, but I appreciate married women so much more because they are not so caught up in themselves as single women are (and can tend to be my downfall at times).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 121&lt;br /&gt; 1I look up to the mountains--does my help come from there?&lt;br /&gt; 2My help comes from the LORD,who made the heavens and the earth!&lt;br /&gt; 3He will not let you stumble and fall;the one who watches over you will not sleep.&lt;br /&gt; 4Indeed, he who watches over Israelnever tires and never sleeps.&lt;br /&gt; 5The LORD himself watches over you!The LORD stands beside you as your protective shade.&lt;br /&gt; 6The sun will not hurt you by day,nor the moon at night.&lt;br /&gt; 7The LORD keeps you from all eviland preserves your life.&lt;br /&gt; 8The LORD keeps watch over you as you come and go,both now and forever.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114235971138305708?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114235971138305708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114235971138305708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114235971138305708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114235971138305708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/fairweather-or-loyal.html' title='fairweather or loyal'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114195022766439161</id><published>2006-03-09T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:23:47.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the LOVE sac. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107686033/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/107686033_cb1bd3a17a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107686033/"&gt;neices and nephews 018&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not posted in a week or so, and so I thought I would hop on and actually post something for all my avid readers:o). . . few though they may be. . . As statedin the title of this blog I posted a picture of my love sac.  It is the most amazing thing!  I bought it at a store called "LoveSacs" in King of Prussia.  It is like a giant beanbag chair. . . but you can have all different covers made of denim, curdoroy, cotton etc. . . . This chair has a life time guarantee and is big enough for me to take a nap on and actually have slept through the night on comfortably.  You can fluff it to make it huge and then eventually it molds to your body until you fluff it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic.  Crazy.  Busy.  I was sick for the past few days and actually took a sick day yesterday. . .which I spent on my love sac:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, was the funeral for Arlene Homontowski.  She one of the most dear and giving ladies from my extension church.  She died suddenly in a car accident on Sunday night on the way home from church.  I know that she is now in heaven worshipping the Lord face to face!  Something that we can only imagine.  Pray for the family as they are taking it pretty rough.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114195022766439161?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114195022766439161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114195022766439161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114195022766439161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114195022766439161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-sac.html' title='the LOVE sac. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114141540033310531</id><published>2006-03-03T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:50:00.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finished old ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107306865/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/107306865_0f5d522a32_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107306865/"&gt;finished old ladies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the newly updated pic!  Enjoy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114141540033310531?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114141540033310531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114141540033310531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114141540033310531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114141540033310531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/finished-old-ladies.html' title='finished old ladies'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114141183091156504</id><published>2006-03-03T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:50:30.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Who needs Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107286508/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/107286508_fc6d6ab22d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/107286508/"&gt;old ladies and reb&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a pic of a card my from Christina sent me. . .  I decided to post it.  One of my other friends, who will remained unnamed put Rebeka's picture on it.  I thought it was so hilarious that I couldn't resist posting it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else new or exciting around here.  Yesterday was a snow day and I love the unexpected day off of school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing enlightening to say. I know I rarely do have anything enlightening to say, but when I do I'll be sure to post it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about this weekend, I do not have anything planned to do.  No camps, no activities, no games to coach for.  Aaah. . . sweet relaxation to come!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114141183091156504?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114141183091156504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114141183091156504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114141183091156504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114141183091156504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-needs-love.html' title=' Who needs Love?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114122706270782368</id><published>2006-03-01T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:31:02.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/105502435/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/105502435_70e091cd2f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/105502435/"&gt;Erin Branks&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So a couple weekends ago, My friend, Jen Totaro and I went to Virginia Beach to visit Erin Branks (as stated in a previous posting).  Sunday night after church, we headed to Starbucks and on the way there Erin rolled down the window (for a reason not to be told).  The window gets stuck down and it is 30 degrees outside.  So we freeze the rest of the way to Starbucks.  So we get our delectable drinks and sit on those big purple chairs they have at every Starbucks.  Before long, Erin gets a little too excited about something and spills her coffee down the front of her.  She then had to precede to drive home with sticky coffee all down her front and back with the window stuck down!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114122706270782368?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114122706270782368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114122706270782368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114122706270782368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114122706270782368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114114999663694564</id><published>2006-02-28T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:06:36.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>parting is such sweet sorrow. . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/105502431/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/105502431_202f59cac3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/105502431/"&gt;old parsonage&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of the old parsonage.  We sold it to RiteAid, and about a month ago they tore it down.  I can not say that I am sad over this occasion, because the current parsonage is in better condition:o)  I must admit that it is a little strange to see your house pulled apart by a crane.  I stood outside thinking. . . there goes the fence. . . oh and there goes our counters. . . etc. . .&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114114999663694564?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114114999663694564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114114999663694564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114114999663694564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114114999663694564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/parting-is-such-sweet-sorrow.html' title='parting is such sweet sorrow. . . '/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114105177803530367</id><published>2006-02-27T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:49:38.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations of the Heart</title><content type='html'>This past week and weekend have been rough to say the least.  God has truly been braking down walls in my heart that I have been holding onto for so long.  I am so thankful that God never gives up, and He holds every tear I cry in His hand.  My heart is still heavy as stated in the last post, but as I move on from the point of brokenness I see God's hand at work in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the first time in a long time I have been truly honest about the way I feel.  I do not have it all together and God has to remove the hatred that is in my heart.  It is going to be a long process to actually feel like I can pray for my ex again out of sincerity.  As I cried and prayed to the Lord on Friday night, it brought me to a place where I needed to be in my relationship with the Lord.  As painful as it was and remains to be, I can already see my Savior in a more real way than ever before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of unanswered questions, but I know that for this moment I am trusting God fully.  Now, of course that is a hour-by-hour struggle to fully give over my feelings of hatred that I want to hold onto.  I want to hold onto them because I do not see that he (my ex) is genuinely remorseful for his actions.   It is not my job to change his life, only God can do that.  As I struggle with that among other things, sometimes I feel a disconnect between what my head says to do and what my heart feels.  I know that in those "disconnected" times I must do what my head says, not live by my emotions.  My emotions will catch up.  Holding on to any of those bitter and hate feelings destroys me more than it destroys him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to say, but I will save that for a later time.  Please continue to pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114105177803530367?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114105177803530367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114105177803530367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114105177803530367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114105177803530367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/revelations-of-heart.html' title='Revelations of the Heart'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-114081542027340286</id><published>2006-02-24T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:10:20.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Heart</title><content type='html'>My heart is heavy with so many things.  I want to be able to be genuinely happy and be able to let things role off my back.  I wish I could push these things away, but I can not.  My heart is overloaded and struggling with figuring right from wrong in certain gray areas in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex from the summer was back for the week.  I have no desire to be in his presence or develop any kind of friendship with him even on the most casual level.  I did not want to talk to him at all, but I forced myself to last night.  Now, I am back where I was this summer before he left to go back to school.  I know God does not command me to be friends with everyone, I do not even have to like everyone.  But God does command me to love in Christ's love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this relationship I have no trust for him and extremely tentative about any future relationships.  I went to a workshop this week on forgiveness.  I know that my heart has been hurt by him.  Even though I broke it off between the two of us, the events that occurred during our relationship (short though it may have been) have injured my heart to where it can not function how it should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes two to tango, but I know that I was the one who had to stop it.  He was supposed to be the leader.  I know I have responsibility in this situation as well.  The hard part is the fact that even if I get through this struggle right now in my life, I know that when I enter another dating relationship I am going to have more issues to work through, hard issues that do not go away over night.  So since I know that it has effected me this much, do I talk to him about it?   It makes me sick to even think of talking to him.  All I want to say is, how can you go from never kissing anyone at all to where it was that night?  (no we did not have sex, but it was farther than I was comfortable with).  He showed no respect of me, and he had to have thought about it a lot in order to get to where he was.   And furthermore, it freaks me out to think that he is a youth pastor in Florida now.  He wants to go into ministry and is moving up here to PA to go to our seminary next year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God is doing some serious work in my life, but all I want to do is break down and not deal with it.  The pain is so great, but I also know that God does not give me anything that He will not give me the strength to get through.  I just want to go to heaven where I can finally worship the Lord without my flesh getting in the way.  Where my Savior can wipe the tears from my eyes and be totally consumed with how Great my God is!  I know that I'll never understand how God works, but in the midst of this I want to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this post jumps around, and is probably confusing to those who really do not know about this part of my life.   So back to the forgiveness workshop.  Answer these questions:  Do you believe that God loves you?  The obvious answer is yes.  But do you feel that God likes you?  That is the kicker.  Finish this statement:  "I know that God loves me, but. . ."  That shows you that your heart has been hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I will need to talk to my ex eventually and tell him how the events of the summer have affected me.  I am just not ready yet.  Keep praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-114081542027340286?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114081542027340286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=114081542027340286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114081542027340286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/114081542027340286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy Heart'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113986046572291437</id><published>2006-02-13T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:54:27.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/99321369/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/99321369_440aae970b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/99321369/"&gt;trees-and-snow-1940SM&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Lord knows what I need even when I do not ask for it.  He provided me with an extra long weekend due to the blessings of a snow day today:o)  It was such a blessing to wake up without an alarm clock and to wake up to daylight!  Yes, tomorrow I must go back to the usual routine, but for today I will forget about the usual things I worry about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blessing is the fact that Basketball season is done and I no longer will have to stay after school for practices and games.  I can have a somewhat normal schedule and hopefully no longer feel like I am flying by the seat of my pants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and the girls and I are having a dinner at my house!  I refuse to wallow in the fact that I do not have that special someone to share this holiday with.  God gave me fabulous friends, so why not celebrate with them?!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113986046572291437?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113986046572291437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113986046572291437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113986046572291437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113986046572291437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113960083986114188</id><published>2006-02-10T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:47:19.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/97991772/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/97991772_70986271dc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/97991772/"&gt;aaah&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!  Today is the first day I felt like throwing one particular student up against the wall.  The Lord had to give me the patience!  She has failed 5 out of the 6 past spelling tests.  As a result, she has had to do extra work.  Now she does not get her extra work in, and makes up manipulative excuses and cries crocodile tears to get out of the trouble she is in.  I have talked to her mom 3 times about it, and nothing changes.  I have talked to the girl about it on numerous occasions, once again to no avail.  She rarely studies and acts rejected when she fails.  On top of the pure laziness, she has the nerve to cock an attitude and role her eyes, which she gets in trouble for as well.  Needless to say if her work is not done on Monday morning by 8:15 am she will be marched right into the Principal's office!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113960083986114188?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113960083986114188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113960083986114188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113960083986114188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113960083986114188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/aaahh.html' title='AAAHH!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113951409831557149</id><published>2006-02-09T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:41:38.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the same old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/96505808/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/11/96505808_d4f272932d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/96505808/"&gt;dogwood-blossoms&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing exciting to report on, nor is their anything deep on my mind.  It is just a typical day full of typical events with my typical students and my typical friends.  Typical, typical, typical. . . routine, routine, routine. . . but in two days that will change.  Basketball season will be done and I will have a little bit more freedom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not have to truck myself to and from practices and games and spend 16 hour days doing "calvary things".  I love the opportunity God has given me with the cheerleaders, but I feel Calvary overload and a bit burnt out.  It is time to be replenished and refilled so that I can give out what God wants me to give.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113951409831557149?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113951409831557149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113951409831557149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113951409831557149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113951409831557149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/same-old.html' title='the same old'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113927147766212797</id><published>2006-02-06T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:18:22.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Corinthians 10:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/96505809/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/96505809_affe61ee67_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/96505809/"&gt;oaktree-sunset-city&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man.  God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it" (ESV).  This is the verse for the week for my 5th graders to memorize.  It is amazing to me how hypocritical I feel when I am teaching them this verse and yet struggle with what it says.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I do not believe that God can provide a way to escape temptation.  It is the fact that I do not think that I can endure it.  I personally do not want to endure anything, but I know that if I did not I would not grow closer to my Savior.  It is a bitter-sweet thing.  In James it says to count it a joy when trials and temptations come our way.  The longer I live the more I realize that it is true.  Now, I am not old and wise, but I do know how strong my relationship with the Lord is when I am in temptation and trials.  It is definitely a daily struggle, if not an hourly struggle.  I am always thankful after the struggle of going through the temptation that I went through it.  It brings me to a point where I can only endure it because of the strength God gives me.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113927147766212797?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113927147766212797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113927147766212797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113927147766212797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113927147766212797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-corinthians-1013.html' title='I Corinthians 10:13'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113872074517170196</id><published>2006-01-31T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:19:05.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Cross You Wear to Heavy to Bear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Is the Cross You Wear Too Heavy to Bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining I told myself&lt;br /&gt;this cross was too heavy to wear,&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered discontentedly&lt;br /&gt;why God gave it to me to bear.&lt;br /&gt;I looked with envy at others&lt;br /&gt;whose crosses seemed lighter than mine&lt;br /&gt;And wished that I could change my cross&lt;br /&gt;for one of a lighter design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a dream I beheld the cross&lt;br /&gt;I impulsively wanted to wear--&lt;br /&gt;It was fashioned of pearls and diamonds&lt;br /&gt;and gems that are precious and rare,&lt;br /&gt;And when I hung it around my neck,&lt;br /&gt;the weight of the jewels and the gold&lt;br /&gt;Was much too heavy and cumbersome&lt;br /&gt;for my small, slender neck to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tossed it aside, and before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;was a cross of rose-red flowers,&lt;br /&gt;And I said with delight as I put it on,&lt;br /&gt;"This cross I can wear for hours."&lt;br /&gt;For it was so dainty and fragile,&lt;br /&gt;so lovely and light and thin,&lt;br /&gt;But I had forgotten about the thorns&lt;br /&gt;that started to pierce my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a dream I saw my cross--&lt;br /&gt;rugged and old and plain--&lt;br /&gt;The clumsy old cross I had looked upon&lt;br /&gt;with dicontented disdain,&lt;br /&gt;And at last I knew that God had made&lt;br /&gt;this special cross for me,&lt;br /&gt;For God in His great wisdom&lt;br /&gt;knew what I before could not see--&lt;br /&gt;That often the loveliest crosses&lt;br /&gt;are the heaviest crosses to bear,&lt;br /&gt;For only God is wise enough&lt;br /&gt;to choose the cross each can wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never complain about your cross,&lt;br /&gt;for your cross has been blessed--&lt;br /&gt;God made it just for you to wear&lt;br /&gt;and remember, God knows best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Helen Steiner Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Book of Blessings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113872074517170196?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113872074517170196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113872074517170196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113872074517170196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113872074517170196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-cross-you-wear-to-heavy-to-bear.html' title='Is the Cross You Wear to Heavy to Bear?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113865246185813279</id><published>2006-01-30T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:21:01.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day!</title><content type='html'>This weekend proved to be an unexpected emotional overload. As I posted on friday, I needed a good cry which I got on the way to the basketball game that day, as well as on Saturday talking to my sister on the phone and on Sunday night as I prayed myself to sleep. After each cry there was a temporary relief of the emotional tension inside. I know that God is teaching me so many things, and changing my heart to be more like His!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking to my sister, I did not think I was going to cry, but the next thing I knew I was sniffling and tearing. The tears came down hard, and it was not because I was upset or mad. I am just overwhelmed. My sister and I are struggling with the same thing, just manifested in two different ways. We are both afraid of getting excited about what appears to be coming in our lives. We are afraid of the disappointed that may come if we let our emotions get excited. The disappointment of having our hopes dashed, and our desires put on hold for even longer. Even now as I think about it, I feel the emotional tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has a perfect plan no matter how long He puts my desires on hold. It is hard for my finite mind and emotions to understand that God works with a lifetime, not just with one situation and desire. One of my teachers in college stated that sometimes God's greatest mercies are His refusals. Although I may feel overwhelmed with life, today is a new day that God can use despite my insufficiencies. It is a daily battle to bear the cross God has given me to bear. The cross God gave me to bear is the one that will draw me closest to Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113865246185813279?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113865246185813279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113865246185813279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113865246185813279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113865246185813279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-day.html' title='A New Day!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113839334810242733</id><published>2006-01-27T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:22:28.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>about to break. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/84500974/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/84500974_7c50653a20_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/84500974/"&gt;monkey face&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday, today is friday.  I am seriously about to break down.  It seems that every friday for the past few weeks I have felt this way.  I need a good cry, to let the tension out that I feel inside.  I can not pin point one reason why I feel this way, but I think it is just the building up of a number of things over a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not feeling like playing this dating game.  I do not like the ups and downs of the emotional rollar coaster that it takes you on.  I am tired of playing the game.  The game of trying not to read into thing said or done.  The game of "limbo-land" where you do not know where you stand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of never being home and extending myself in so many directions.  I want to be able to put more into my teaching.  I want to be able to have a social life without feeling guilty for it taking time away from what I should be doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being picked on endlessly by the boys.  I do not like the way I act when I am around so much sarcasm.  It makes me feel defensive and unwanted.  I truly do not know if they really feel annoyed by my presence or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being on edge.  I know that my emotions are blown out of proportion when I am not getting enough sleep.  I make a big deal out of things that are not really that big as I feel they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of often pretending to be excited for my friends as they plan their weddings, when really I desire is to plan my own.  I know God has someone out there for me, but it is so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this post is rather negative in nature.  I wish I could always be that "happy-go-lucky" person people perceive me to be.  I know that even when I do not "feel" God's presence He is there.  I know that God holds every tear I cry in His hand.  I know that no matter how pathetic or stupid my seeming problems are, God helps me through them.  I just needed to let it all out and return to a focus on God.  I do not know what I would do without my relationship with the Lord.  Even if all these things that I am tired of are placed in my life to draw me closer to Him, that is all that I need.  I do not need to know the reason why God places things in my life; I just need to trust.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113839334810242733?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113839334810242733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113839334810242733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113839334810242733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113839334810242733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/about-to-break.html' title='about to break. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113804073109968135</id><published>2006-01-23T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:16:04.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life and teaching. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/90268920/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/90268920_5fe79d9660_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/90268920/"&gt;Sierra and Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picture is of a couple of my 5th grade students at recess. I can not express how much I love teaching. Yes, there are days that I just don't think I can make it (like today), but God always blesses no matter how insufficient I am! The students in my class are awesome, and I am so thankful for the teachable spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was out with my girlfriends at Kambi's birthday party. I was a little tentative about going, because I usually hang out with the boys and thought I would feel out of the loop. So as much as I have fun hanging out with the boys, I love my girlfriends! I don't know what I would do without them. I thank God for all of them, and I pray that God blesses them and their future. I was out til 1 am talking and sharing what we have been learning in our relationship with the Lord. It was so encouraging and rebuking. Those times of talking and sharing are the best times to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a point right now, where I am unsure if I should even keep putting effort into friendships with the boys. Don't get me wrong, because I do love them in Christ and often enjoy the goofing off and carefree fun I have with them. The only thing is that it is often not an uplifting experience. It's complete sarcasm, most times. I am at the point where I do not desire to be in a friendship based on sarcasm. Part of that is my fault, because I know that I just feed off of them. I don't like how I act around them, and I realized that I don't act that way around anyone else. Yes, I love sarcasm, but I know that my other friends and my family love me no matter what. They don't think less of me or use me just as a source of sarcasm. There is a basis to our relationships far deeper than a sarcastic humor. I am just not sure it is that way with some of these guys. Yes, there are a couple that I know I have a good friendship with, but the greater majority, I am not sure that there is anything past the sarcasm. So should I give up on putting effort into the relationship when I feel like some of these guys don't put that much effort into it? Is it wrong to give up a friendship? That is the hardest thing for me to do. I am an extremely loyal person by nature, so when I have invested a lot of time with people I grow attached.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113804073109968135?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113804073109968135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113804073109968135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113804073109968135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113804073109968135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-and-teaching.html' title='life and teaching. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113754396505443664</id><published>2006-01-17T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:26:05.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/85219516/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/85219516_a09dbc455c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/85219516/"&gt;typical Luke&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was my nephew Luke's Birthday.  He turned four and decided to give up his bo-bo (his blanket that he sucks on when he goes to sleep).  I went over to his house yesterday to download songs onto my iPod nano, and I delivered his birthday gift.  He is one of the most excitable children ever!  You could give him the most simple thing, and  yet he would show you so much enthusiasm.  I gave him a batman cape and batman figure.  According to Luke, superman was last year.  This year it is BATMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another topic. . . I spent the weekend at our church camp counseling for Jr. High winter weekend.  It was worth it in the end, but boy am I tired!  I'm definitely not built for the voilent games that I once enjoyed just 5 short years ago.  I have bruises and soreness to show for the weekend as well.  The girls in my cabin were awesome.  I got to share my heart with them, and share what God has changed me with recently.  For some of them it was like preaching to the choir.  For others I pray God used my feeble words to penetrate their hearts and attitudes.  It's hard to watch some of the girls struggle with the same issues I struggled with.  I wish that I could remove the pain and the struggle, but without it they wouldn't grow closer in their relationship with the Lord.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113754396505443664?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113754396505443664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113754396505443664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113754396505443664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113754396505443664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/lukes-birthday.html' title='Luke&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113717671910694294</id><published>2006-01-13T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:25:19.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>II Corinthians 9:15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/85219515/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/85219515_a545aa60e5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/85219515/"&gt;antler buddies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift."  I can not say how thankful I am to God for all that He has given me.  There is so much to be thankful for, and yet I find myself on a daily basis becoming discontent with my life circumstances.  I have been reminded repeatedly this past month or so of God's grace to me.  His grace does not make my life easy, but it gives me an eternal hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at Bible study, Tim Willard came and we discussed his article "Mimicking the Mainstream".  I can say that it was one of the best, if not the best Bible study I have been to.  It was real, down to earth.  No hypothetical and lofty questions, but questions that cut right to the core of life.  We compared the mega-churches with the high churches and observed how each church movement reacts off of the last.  It's not a matter of what church you go to, necessarily, but a question of the reality of your relationship with Christ.  Yes, you should try and find a good Bible-believing church, but the church is not your relationship.  It's hard not to be reactionary to the super strictness of a high church's legalism or the mega church's faux-finished faith.  Our faith is simple, but not easy.  We are called to worship God even in His death.  Is death an easy thing?  No, our relationship with the Lord is a hard and often painful experience.  In order to die to self, there is pain involved.  The flesh does not die easily. It all comes down to dying to self, not a reaction to a church movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish this blog, I wanted to leave a few quotes from the article.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Making a disciple of Christ takes time.  It is hard.  It is not something that takes place at a huge conference or outreach event.  It is life on life."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fruit of discipleship surfaces a few years down the line when those young people in the youth group have graduated and come back to the church not to be entertained but to plug into someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I work witha group of young adults who are thirsty for an authentic Christian experience.  They want to grow in their spiritual lives.  They desire what Paul desired more than anything:  to know God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Christian landscape heaves with shallow people, content to live out their faith in the plush sanctuaries of the American church."&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113717671910694294?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113717671910694294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113717671910694294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113717671910694294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113717671910694294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/ii-corinthians-915.html' title='II Corinthians 9:15'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113683926792590209</id><published>2006-01-09T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:07:34.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/84500973/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/84500973_67c24e8b25_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/84500973/"&gt;IMG_0124&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the picture has nothing to do with what this post is about. I just couldn't post something without a picture. . . it would just feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been burdened to pray more for my friends. Whether they be across the country or around the area, going through a hard time or a time of blessing, they all need prayer. Not that I didn't pray for them before, but I know I should pray for them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have been heavy on my heart with the internal struggles and pressures that they feel. It hit me right between the eyes yesterday. I had the head knowledge of past mistakes that my friend could have potentially made, but for him to say it straight out it made it more real. We were talking about relationships and what the typical thing guys are after in a relationship, whether they're unsaved or not. He just said that I would probably look down on him and other guys if I knew what they did. I don't know specifics, but yet it was still discouraging to think that even my good Christian guy friends would fall in such an area. I don't think less of them, I just pray that they are past their mistakes in life and are maturing in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I am perfect in that area either, and my friend who said this all to me knows that. That is what makes me scared and heavy-hearted about what he has done in his past. I know it is in his past, and I pray it stays that way. It's just becoming more and more real to me how perverse our flesh is, and how hard it is to stay pure. The funny thing is that little teenage girls think that they way they dress and the way the act around boys is fine. When in all actuality it hightens the temptation for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more to say on that topic, but as this is going to be posted on the web, I decided to keep it general without any specific names listed.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113683926792590209?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113683926792590209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113683926792590209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113683926792590209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113683926792590209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113649363626613592</id><published>2006-01-05T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:40:36.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspy Laughs. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/82643415/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/82643415_3b4348e215_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/82643415/"&gt;Raspy Laughs. . .&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Khehehehehe. . . many raspy laughs. . . yes only a select few actually know what I am talking about.  Rebeast and I love our raspy laughs, and well are deemed appropriate on certain conversations and occasions.  It's almost an evil laugh coming from the back of one's throat, sounding almost like a smoker's laugh.  It often occurs when one is recalling humurous events that have taken place or observing someone else's reaction to a prank or event.  Rebeast is the founder of the laugh and I now have acquired my own raspiness.  Once one has acquired the laugh, it is hard to predict when it will appear. . . and therefore provides a little variety to one's laughing ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have also figured out that I am completely random.  My thoughts are random and therefore my talk is random.  One may never know what may come out of my mouth as a result of a random thought. . . I like to call it creativity, but others say otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I spent the week in Chi-Town with my bud, Melissa Thacker.  We had a grand old time ice skating, staying up to the wee hours of the morning talking and of course sleeping in to the late hours of the morning.  It was a wonderful time of fellowship and relaxation.  For one, to be away from Calvary is a rarity in my life.  To be someplace where you are no longer a teacher, or the pastor's daughter or the cheerleading coach was definitely a well needed change of pace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of randomness, another random thought by yours truly. . . and on the more serious side. . . I truly appreciate the friends God has given me.  It's amazing how I look back since I have graduated from NBBC and see who God has brought across my path when I needed it most.  First there was Rebeka (aka Rebeast), who I am have known since Kindergarten, but since graduation we have become closer.  We appreciate each other's randomness and I know she prays for me as much as I pray for her. . . and that is so important to me.  Then there is Melissa, who I met this summer.  She has been a blessing because of our common struggles in life, and the encouraging talks we have.  God brought her along right in the middle of a monstrousity of a trial this summer.  I thank the Lord for all of my friends and the encouragement they are to me!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113649363626613592?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113649363626613592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113649363626613592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113649363626613592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113649363626613592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/raspy-laughs.html' title='Raspy Laughs. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113467457851205211</id><published>2005-12-15T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:22:58.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/73266569/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/73266569_28f026899d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/73266569/"&gt;Casting Crowns Concert&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This concert was amazing!  My friend, Rebeka, and I went to their concert in Allentown on Nov. 12th.  I loved it, minus their opening band.  Their opening band was a little too hard core for me.  I couldn't even understand what they were singing:oP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns was awesome.  They shared a testimony before each song of why they wrote the song or how God used that song in their life.  Not that I necessarily agree with some of the stuff they did at the end of the concert, but on the whole it was a very encouraging concert to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third blog, three days in a row!  That hasn't happened since the spring!  I think that I actually feel a little into a routine with the new school year.  I guess with a new grade to teach and helping out with Cheerleading after school, things have gotten a little crazy.  At some points, I think I bit off more than I could chew.  God still gave me the grace to get through those "crunch" moments in life, which become longer and longer as you grow older.  Some days you just have to make yourself stop and go to bed and finish the rest the next day.  Finally, I think I am learning the fine skill of saying no to things, instead of overbooking myself.  I guess that is part of growing up as well, learning to focus on the important things in life.  I just have to leave everything in God's hands and trust that everything that needs to get done, will get done.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113467457851205211?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113467457851205211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113467457851205211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113467457851205211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113467457851205211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/12/casting-crowns.html' title='Casting Crowns'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113456854459108306</id><published>2005-12-14T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:55:44.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/73266568/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73266568_66639ce00f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/73266568/"&gt;Luke and me&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so for all my fans out there, which I know are few:o), here is a picture of my nephew Luke and myself.  He is the most fun kid ever!  Full of energy and has quite the vocabulary for a 3-year-old!  He is my oldest sister, Steph's, 3rd child.  There hasn't been a time where I've been around him and he hasn't made me laugh because of something he says or something he does.  My friends around here in PA even love him.  Rebeka wants to marry him (which of course is not plausible), and he even gets along great with Daniel Birkface (I know its a miracle)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one more week until Christmas break!  I am stoked about it:o)  We actually get 3 extra days off this year because the new principal realized that we scheduled to many hours into our school year.  I am off to Chi-Town for part of the break to visit my friend, Melissa Thacker.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113456854459108306?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113456854459108306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113456854459108306' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113456854459108306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113456854459108306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/12/luke-and-me.html' title='Luke and me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113450683852607401</id><published>2005-12-13T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:47:18.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tehehehe:o) </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/73265549/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73265549_b65dba35ce_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/73265549/"&gt;bumper sticker&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, this bumper sticker was stuck on none other than Daniel Birkholz's (aka birkface, jerkface, nerdface's) car. I do believe this bumper sticker is a classic, and well, Daniel deserved a little revenge from violating poor little stella (my car).  Yes, I named my car. . . but it's my only worldly asset of any significant monitary value.  There will be more pictures to come of other assundry items hung from his car by yours truly:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a more serious note, God is truly good.  I know everybody says that, but He's so patient with me even when I feel such a disconnect between my head and my heart (as stated in the last posted blog).  It takes a lot of prayer to get myself out of my inward and selfish mindset, to a mindset that is totally focused on God.  Often times I don't even realize how unrealistic my thoughts are until my emotions are all wacked out.  But through the prayer of my friends and my own prayers, God brings me back to the right mindset.  I need to think on the things that true, lovely and of good report.  No more thinking on the "what if" or "if only" part of life.  I am not in control of the future, and I can not change the past.  God works everything out for his Glory, no matter how much I screw up or untrusting I become.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113450683852607401?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113450683852607401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113450683852607401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113450683852607401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113450683852607401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/12/teheheheo.html' title='tehehehe:o) '/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113392092306189931</id><published>2005-12-06T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:02:03.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spectacular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/71027133/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/71027133_6a80947d7c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/71027133/"&gt;redwoods&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How can one speak of God's spectacular creation?  How can one even sum up all that God has done in creation in words?  It's so hard to fathum the power of God, and yet how compassionate He is to each of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's time to be honest.  I'm finding it hard to match what is in my head to what I feel in my heart.  Let me explain.  I have had a rough batch of relationships in my time.  The last one being the worst.  And as I sit here, interested in someone, but scared half to death of taking any risk at all in a relationship.  I know that it takes risk in order to have a relationship, but my heart is so uneasy.  Once trust is broken, it's hard to imagine trusting again.  The hurt still is there, but I know that my God is greater than any hurt in any relationship that I've had.  My God can heal my hurt heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another area that I know the Lord is working in my heart is the area of patience in waiting for His timing.  I'm so like the children of Israel.  I can look back right after God works a situation out in His timing and be so grateful, then a few moments later in life I find myself discontent with God's timing once again.  Like I said before, I know in my head that God's timing is perfect, but my heart is someplace else.  How ignorant am I that I can't get what's in my head down to my heart?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113392092306189931?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113392092306189931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113392092306189931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113392092306189931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113392092306189931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/12/spectacular.html' title='spectacular'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113234311021957745</id><published>2005-11-18T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:45:10.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Rather. . . ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/64553739/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/64553739_039201cc8a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/64553739/"&gt;wouldyourather&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so I absolutely love this game, and of course became addicted to it immediately.  I first played this game at college at an extension party, but haven't seen it around for a few years.  Then, lo and behold I walk into Barnes and Noble and there it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a sampling of questions that you have to answer in the game.  You can not say neither, nor can you say both to any of the questions.  You must choose one side or the other. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, WOULD YOU RATHER. . . &lt;br /&gt;1.  have a head half its normal size, OR twice its normal size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  be born with an elephant trunk OR a giraffe neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  have malosses in your underwear all day OR gravel in your underwear all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  have rampant fingernail fungus OR permanent nose warts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  be temporarily invisible OR invincible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  be rich OR famous (but not both)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  have eyes the size of golfballs OR teeth the size of computer keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  have to turn around three times everytime before you sit down (like a dog) OR do a little jig everytime you enter a doorway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  be able to bathe everyday but have to wear the same set of unwashed clothes and underwear OR give up your right to bathe but be able to change clothes everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  never feel pain OR never fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a chance, leave a comment on what you would rather for some of these questions.  The best part for some of these questions is to picture the abnormality in your mind. . . .tehehehe:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this isn't the usual serious blogging I have been doing, but I was feeling light-hearted today:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113234311021957745?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113234311021957745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113234311021957745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113234311021957745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113234311021957745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/11/would-you-rather.html' title='Would You Rather. . . ?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-113216939899032679</id><published>2005-11-16T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:29:59.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>candles in the darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104818/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/45104818_75ebb3952f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104818/"&gt;candles in the darkness&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go light your world, is what comes to mind when I see this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;"There is a candle in every soul&lt;br /&gt;some brightly burning, some dark and cold"  This is an excerpt from a Chris Rice song, that I absolutely love.  We, as Christians, are to be brightly burning lights to this dark world around us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not to try to blend in, but we are to be different.  Different, not as in odd, but in a good way. Where people around us notice that we have something that they do not have.  Something that makes a difference, that gives us the inner joy through the good and the bad times of life.  It's our Saviour, Jesus Christ, who is our Life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is all I need, and I am complete in Him!  It hit me again this morning during elementary chapel, while the kids were singing "All in All" on the top of their lungs.  There is nothing more precious than children singing from their hearts to the Lord.  Just the pure joy exuberating on their faces as they make a joyful noise.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-113216939899032679?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113216939899032679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=113216939899032679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113216939899032679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/113216939899032679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/11/candles-in-darkness.html' title='candles in the darkness'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-112959395276632360</id><published>2005-10-17T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:03:33.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104828/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45104828_39036aa4b3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104828/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Little People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's so true. Why do we even think that we can do anything in and of our own strength. We are little people who God uses once we realize our emptiness. What's amazing is how God uses are inabilities to show Himself! I can not get over how great our God is. . . it's so amazing that it brings me to tears even as I type this blog. Why would I ever think that I could control my life and end up with true joy and fulfillment? My mere finite mind is in no comparison to God's infinite mind and plans He has for me. Here is a song that as I was reading on the plane to Florida I heard on my CD player. It's by Casting Crowns, and the words brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Praise You in this Storm"&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now/ that you would have reached down/ and wiped my tears away/ Stepped in and saved the day/ But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder rolls/ I barely hear You whisper through the rain/ "I'm with you"/ And as Your mercy falls/ I raise my hands and praise the God who gives/ And takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll praise You in this storm/ And I will lift my hands/ For You are who You are/ No matter where I am/ Every tear I've cried/ You hold in Your hand/ You never left my side/ And though my heart is torn/ I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind/ You heard my cry/ You raised me up again/ My strength is almost gone/ How can I carry on/ If I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills/ Where does my help come from?/ My help comes from the Lord/ The Maker of Heaven and Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song on their new CD that also goes along the same lines that really has hit home with me is called "In Me"&lt;br /&gt;And as I finish up this entry on my blog, here is the chorus to "In Me":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm weak, You make me strong/ when I'm &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;, You shine Your light on me/ Cause I'll never get by living on my own ability/ How refreshing to know You don't need me/ How amazing to find that You want me/ So I'll stand on Your truth, and I'll fight with Your strength/ Until you bring the victory, by the power of Christ in me&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-112959395276632360?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112959395276632360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=112959395276632360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112959395276632360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112959395276632360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-people.html' title='Little People'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-112873259309433238</id><published>2005-10-07T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:49:53.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joyful relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104826/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/45104826_59c17d8f10_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104826/"&gt;joyful girls&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is most definitely a joyful relief to be friday!  The weekend is finally here and sleep is on its way.  I am at school, still, which is on the depressing side for a friday night.  I had so much to do in the classroom, and also had to get lesson plans done.  All so I don't have to come back in tomorrow.  I am going back on my rule of no work on friday nights.  Friday night is usually my night to unwind from the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting hit hard with rain this weekend, which made recess so much fun today inside!  The kids love it, but I can see how it drives the teacher insane--having the kids inside all day.  All that pent up energy has to be released somehow. . .  We played a few of the classics such as "heads up 7-up", "four corners" and "huckle-buckle-beanstalk". . . which brought back some memories:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the picture for this blog represents how I feel, a release from stress both from work and relationships.  God is truly good to me. Even though I hardly ever understand His ways, I know I don't have to I just have to trust.  Certain situation and circumstances have come to be in my life, and in my human understanding I thought I would be "down in the dumps", but God has truly given me that inner joy!  I can not say enough about how good God is!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-112873259309433238?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112873259309433238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=112873259309433238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112873259309433238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112873259309433238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/10/joyful-relief.html' title='joyful relief'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-112803648966449764</id><published>2005-09-29T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:28:09.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those weeks. . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104822/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45104822_b6ced22f2e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104822/"&gt;giraffe lick&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever just have one of those weeks that you want to stick your tongue out to?  Well, life is full of the unexpected. . . it's to expect the unexpected.  If life went as we planned or as we desired, life would be so boring.  God knows what we need when we need it, but somehow I lose sight of that many times in life and than bam!  He hits me with something unexpected that throws me off me feet and brings me back to Him.  God has truly been working in my heart, in ways that I didn't exactly expect or even want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week started with some reactions from the prank I played on Dan last week, but just to have you know he started it by vandalizing my classroom.  Through many different people and things said to him everything came out from this past year.  I feel relieved surprisingly.  Yes I did struggle with my emotions of liking Dan last year and even some this past month.  The struggle this past month was that I didn't want to like him anymore, but I was confused by his actions and what he was saying to me. Needless to say it all came out and now we understand where each other are coming from.  We are just friends and I am perfectly content with that.  God is truly good.  If this would've happened last year, I woud've been heart broken. . . but God's timing is perfect.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-112803648966449764?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112803648966449764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=112803648966449764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112803648966449764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112803648966449764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='one of those weeks. . . '/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-112724717596365229</id><published>2005-09-20T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T15:12:56.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>escape from reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104820/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/45104820_c43414016b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/45104820/"&gt;escape from reality&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok so the title of this picture that I found caught my attention.  It is so much like most of us, wanting to escape from reality--avoiding our problems. So much would I like to escape from certain issues in my life and move away.  For some reason I think moving or "escaping from reality" will make my problems go away, but in actuality your problems just go with you and sometimes get worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what is best for me, but only the Lord knows that one.  The school year started off with finding out the reason I have been sick for so long is because I have mono.  Of course I find out the day my sister had her baby girl, so I couldn't even go to the hospital to hold her.  But God had his perfect timing and I was able to hold her last night for the first time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reality thing that kinda kicks my butt is this whole dating thing.  I wish that I could get passed this struggle in my life.  I know that marriage isn't perfect and that it has it's problems, but I just want a different set of problems to deal with for varieties sake.  Idealy I would like to skip the whole dating thing and go right to engagement.  It would be so nice for "the one" to come up to me and say "I love you will you marry me?". . .skip from friends to engagement.  I know that this is not going to happen, because you need that dating time to figure certain things out in a relationship.  I just hate the limbo of pre-dating relationships where you are unsure of their feelings for you.  I also hate after dating when things don't work out.  Whether you break up with them or they break up with you, it is no fun just pure hurt feelings and awkwardness for a while afterwards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit and think of my ideal life and try and escape from reality, I realize that if I had my ideal life, I would be bored.  More importantly I wouldn't depend on the Lord for anything either.  So I will struggle through the same old things until God removes them in His timing.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-112724717596365229?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112724717596365229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=112724717596365229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112724717596365229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112724717596365229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/09/escape-from-reality.html' title='escape from reality'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-112421563720162827</id><published>2005-08-16T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:07:17.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some days ya gotta dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943755/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20943755_68c1b3ac26_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943755/"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I feel like dancin' in the rain today!  I am so glad it is not steaming hot out anymore.  It's been a long past few days, but I am sure time will fly as I approach the school year.  Hopefully by then I will be over this pesky sickness that I have been plagued with for over 2 weeks.  Thankfully, the doctor gave me some antibiotics yesterday so in the 24 hours or so I should begin to feel normal (which I know is definitely a relative term these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian left to go home. . . glory!  I have been helping out with our school's cheerleading squad and getting my classroom set up while fighting off this sickness.  My parents are on vacation this week, without me:o( but I will survive and hold the fort down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with everything that is going on, I feel the urge to dance in the rain.  Yes, it will probably get me more sick, but it might just be worth it today:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-112421563720162827?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112421563720162827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=112421563720162827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112421563720162827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112421563720162827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-days-ya-gotta-dance.html' title='some days ya gotta dance'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-112334652251665183</id><published>2005-08-06T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T11:42:02.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943754/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20943754_36b8992439_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943754/"&gt;ambition&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I haven't blogged in over a month, but I do have an excuse.  For three out of the past 4 weeks I have been at camp as a counselor.  I have also been getting ready for the school year to start and some unexpected events have occured this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was splendid. I can't believe how much God has spoken to me up there, even as a counselor.  Emotionally, this summer has been a rollar coaster and a whirlwind.  Nothing that I expected to happen happened, and the unexpected happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged I was confused between two boys, not being able to sort out my feelings, and afraid to let go of a long time interest in one boy.  God has definitely shown me the carnality of the heart and how easily one can fall.  I did end up dating the new interest for the summer, in attempt to totally let go of my long time past interest.  We only "dated" for less than 24 hours because some events occurred that were inappropriate on his part in those 24 hours.  It took me a while to get over the fact that I could've prevented his actions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through wise counsel I have backed away from that relationship, because the main thing that drew me to it was the attention I was recieving.  I was not all about him, like he was all about me.  We did talk things out on many occasians, of which he did repeatedly apologized for his actions that night.  I did forgive him, but since my heart was never totally in the relationship, I have no desire to keep a dating relationship going with him.  I thank God that the Lord stopped me from going too far into a relationship with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all of that relationship mess I spent a lot of time at camp throwing myself and all that God has taught me into teens lives.  I truly feel that God used them more in my life than I was used in theirs.  God is so faithful and full of grace and mercy! He has shown me so much about my own heart and how the impurities that are in it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-112334652251665183?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112334652251665183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=112334652251665183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112334652251665183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/112334652251665183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/08/ambition.html' title='ambition'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111954162872889036</id><published>2005-06-23T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:47:08.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943756/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20943756_6f18f3d5db_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943756/"&gt;in her dad's hand&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I loved this picture!  I never really thought of myself as a Daddy's Girl til after I graduated from College.  What can I say?  I love my daddy!  Maybe its because we are more on the same level now, or maybe its because of living at home this past year and sharing the same laughs and heartaches. . . but either way, I would do anything for my dad!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry someone who is like my dad.  Someone who loves the Lord, who loves me unconditionally, who can take my sarcasm and humor. . . and add to my sarcastic comments:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111954162872889036?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111954162872889036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111954162872889036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111954162872889036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111954162872889036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111946709711386138</id><published>2005-06-22T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:04:57.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a romantic mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943757/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20943757_b7b514e734_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/20943757/"&gt;The Kiss&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, its been quite some time since I blogged anything.  School got out, and then I started a temp job and haven't really gotten around to updating it.  Sorry to my few faithful friends who faithfully check and are probably wondering what has happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School did get out and it is such a relief to have a summer break.  No more taking work home with me for a few months. . . aaahh:o) There is a definite sigh of relief on my end. I love teaching, but if I had to keep up that schedule all 12 months of the year, I would be put into an early grave or committed to an insane asylum.  The one thing that truly excites me about next year is the fact that I am teaching 5th grade ALL BY MYSELF!  No more shifting classrooms, and no more "whole filler" position for me!  I went to Barnes and Noble with my friend Jen on monday night and I have a definite weakness for children's books.  I only bought 2, which took a lot of self-control.  I can't wait to set-up my classroom and decorate and just get all settled in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely in a romantic mood lately, hence the picture for this blog.  You have to admit that it is pretty intense.  I am more or less confused about my so called "love life".  I was so in deep like of someone (who will remain nameless), and I didn't have an open mind towards anyone else.  Our relationship wasn't going anywhere past friends, and he just didn't seem to have much motivation in that area of his life.  So I have been praying that God will send someone to totally sweep me off my feet.  I didn't expect confustion.  God knows what is best, but right now I am confused between the guy I liked all school year, and a new guy who I met a couple weeks ago.  Not that I should get too wrapped up in such things, because I do not have to pursue.  I just wait to be pursued.  The one thing I am hypothetically afraid of is that this new guy and I will start something more serious, and then the old guy will come along and want something more than friends.  I guess because I can't totally let go of the old guy.  I thought I was totally over the old guy too, until that thought crossed my mind.  The Lord knows what I need and when I need it, so I know that everything will work out for His Glory.  I just gotta keep reminding myself of that and remember that God is molding me into His image.  It is just so hard as a girl to not get unrealistic expectations and dreams of a romantic relationship.  Jeremiah 29:11 has become one of my favorite verses recently.  God knows the path.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111946709711386138?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111946709711386138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111946709711386138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111946709711386138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111946709711386138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-romantic-mood.html' title='In a romantic mood'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111763441786867863</id><published>2005-06-01T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:00:17.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Wisconsin. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/16873412/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/16873412_22931014c6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/16873412/"&gt;wisconsin-hick&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I tried to pick an appropriate picture to go along with my trip, and this one gave me the biggest chuckle.  It definitely describes how those Wisconsinites talk. . . they're a different breed all on their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was so much fun.  I love travelling and catching up with old college buddies, and this trip had a little bit of both.  It wasn't as depressing driving on campus of NBBC, because I wasn't under all the rules as a student.  It was actually quite liberating to wear jeans around campus and in the class buildings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls in the wedding went to Peir's Gorge for a picnic on saturday, then we met up with the rest of the wedding party and relatives for a bombfire at the Coat's house.  It was so relaxing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Rob's wedding was beautiful, and they had an absolutely gorgeous day for pictures as well.  One of the bridesmaids fainted and fell off the stage, which provided some extra drama for the whole event.  I did feel horrible for the poor bridesmaid, but looking back it is actually quite humurous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was quite relaxing, and I enjoyed being in the middle of nowhere.  I don't think I could live out there, but to visit a quiet and serene place for a few days was definitely a blessing.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111763441786867863?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111763441786867863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111763441786867863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111763441786867863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111763441786867863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-trip-to-wisconsin.html' title='My trip to Wisconsin. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111719981540504560</id><published>2005-05-27T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T08:16:55.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rebeka and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/15924535/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/15924535_32cd4bd886_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/15924535/"&gt;rebeka and me&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it seems to be my friday ritual to get updated on my blog.  Not that too many people check out my blog, and sometimes I get some nasty comments from "anonymous" people.  Oh well, I just laugh and say if they don't have the courage to leave their name, I won't take their criticism seriosly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this picture is not that great of me.  It was after the water fiasco at my fam's mountain house.  That weekend was full of drama, but tons of fun. . . And I have Rebeka and Danielle to thank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I leave for good old cheese country (aka wisconsin).  My friend's Julie and Rob are getting married on Memorial day, so off I go!  I am pretty excited to see all my good old college buds--be stupid together and not a care in the world.  Well, can't really say not a care in the world, because I have some lovely finals to grade. . . blah, blah, blah!  I'm leaving today, right after school to fly out there. . . and the best part is the mere fact that I do not have to do bus duty after school (good old dan-o is filling in for me, cause I conveniently made a negotiation a couple weeks ago--tehehe:o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, last weekend, my friend Rebeka (in the picture with me) got some anonymous roses at her desk.  So we still don't know who they are from (even though she makes up some juicy lies), we did try and make Dan-o feel guilty for e-mailing and insinuating that he was the one who sent them, even though he didn't.  (That was all my idea--I was the middle man, telling Dan to e-mail Rebeka and then trying to make Dan feel guilty for doing so).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably should get back to entering fourth quarter grades on the computer. . . the endless task!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111719981540504560?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111719981540504560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111719981540504560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111719981540504560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111719981540504560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/rebeka-and-me.html' title='rebeka and me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111659445055122343</id><published>2005-05-20T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:07:30.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost summertime:o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/14769585/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/14769585_8a2160b57b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/14769585/"&gt;crystal waters&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can not express my pure joy for summer!  I will be done my first year of teaching as of June 3rd (2 weeks from today).  It's a miracle that I've made it through without doing something totally stupid (no comments from the peanut gallery please!)  And yes things are completely outta control and crazy busy so I've kinda let my blog fall by the wayside.  Hope all my avid readers will forgive me (aka christina).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rainy one out today folks, but its supposed to be warm and sunny the rest of the weekend. . . yipee:o)  It's the beach for me on sunday!  Yesterday was a beautiful day as well.  We had a high school softball tourney and I played on the faculty team.  Of course, it was complete humiliation due to my lack of athletic skills (once again no comments please).  It actually wasn't that bad.  I had fun and stayed where the ball did not go too much.  Hitting was another issue.  I did manage to at least get on base a couple times, so it wasn't a complete lost cause.  The shining moment was when Dan, another PE teacher who is athletic, totally biffed it running around first base. . . I mean a total wipe-out.  It gave me a good chuckle, and I figured even athletic guys biff it:o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to what I said I was going to do on this entry.  Goals for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;1.  go to Hawaii and learn to surf!&lt;br /&gt;2.  rest and relaxation&lt;br /&gt;3.  do so many crazy things, too crazy to mention that I will do them&lt;br /&gt;4.  have a splendid time and getting paid all summer not to work:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111659445055122343?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111659445055122343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111659445055122343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111659445055122343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111659445055122343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-almost-summertimeo.html' title='It&apos;s almost summertime:o)'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111599728592081773</id><published>2005-05-13T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:14:45.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm. . . friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/13697600/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13697600_46af520bb2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/13697600/"&gt;starbucksfrap&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love coffee!  I am in dier need of a coffee fix!  Its finally friday, but I am always so tuckered out by the end of the week.  I think it has something to do with the mere fact of dealing with jr. highers all week in school and in youth group.  I love them all, but by the end of the week I am always in need of a day free of teenagers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being a teacher of Jr. Highers I often wonder how shallow their world is.  Everything is about the here and now--its so hard for them to see how their actions affect their future.  I guess I was the same way back then too.  I am just thankful the Lord has opened my eyes to how important it is to live my life for Him.  The biggest lesson I learned this past year was the fact that each day is a gift.  A gift from God that I should take advantage of everyday!  If I get caught up in the here and now, I miss the opportunities God has for me for that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to starbucks. . . I think I am going to find myself perched at one this weekend. . . grading 7th grade term papers (oh joy)! I have a lot of grading to do this weekend, along with my brother's graduation ceremony from seminary.  But today is friday. . . and as soon as I leave this school building I won't touch anything to do with school til tomorrow (its a personal rule in order to keep myself sane).&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111599728592081773?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111599728592081773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111599728592081773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111599728592081773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111599728592081773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/mmmm-friday.html' title='mmmm. . . friday!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111592471860410711</id><published>2005-05-12T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:05:18.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pet peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/13584566/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13584566_729809423b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/13584566/"&gt;beach time&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK so the picture has nothing to do with what this post is about. . . It is just one of those calming pictures, and to tell you the honest truth I love the beach!  There is nothing like relaxing reading a book on the beach, walking along the shoreline. . . and swimming in the ocean!  Definitely one of my favorite things to do. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the matter at hand. . . I have to say that I've been gathering quite a few number of pet peeves, so to speak.  One of which came up yesterday. . . &lt;br /&gt;1.  Someone leaving a critical comment or note without having the guts to leave their name.  People do that to my dad as their pastor more than I think they should.  If you have some constructive criticism, have the stinkin guts to leave your name, otherwise you are no better than the person you are criticizing!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Another pet peeve would be when people are nice to you due to just pure obligation or who you are related to.  I say if you don't like me, than you don't have to feel bad for me and do things with me. . . just be who you truly are.  And don't try and impress my dad or my grandfather by being nice to me only when they are around. . .&lt;br /&gt;3.  OK so this pet peeve kinda goes along with #2.  No schmoozing.  I really don't mind if you schmooz other people, actually I find it quite humurous, but I absolutely hate it when people try and schmooz me over.  Well, mostly if their my friend do I hate it.  Students try and kiss-up all the time, and I just laugh and think their really not getting anywhere with their schmoozing.  Nothing is more annoying though or frustrating than not knowing how someone truly feels about you because they "sugar-coat" everything for you like you couldn't handle it or something. . . I say get real and just say it, especially if your asked to.&lt;br /&gt;4. This is not a major pet peeve, but it does drive me insane at times.  When somebody calls you cranky when your not. . . all I can think is I wasn't cranky until you said I was. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the list of my pet peeves. . . Don't ask me why I felt like posting them. . . I just felt the spirit.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111592471860410711?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111592471860410711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111592471860410711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111592471860410711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111592471860410711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/pet-peeves.html' title='pet peeves'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111581966051273458</id><published>2005-05-11T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:54:20.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lost. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/13411973/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13411973_5e3f7755c3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/13411973/"&gt;wrong way&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So as you see, I was planning on uploading some pictures from my cell of Lui's house. . . which is a monstrousity, but I thought this sign would be more appropriate for what I am about to tell you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way, with another teacher, Dan Birkholz, and following my father's directions. . . I take one wrong turn and eventually figure out about 5 minutes down the road that I took a wrong turn and thought I should just turn around and get back on course. . . no, no, no. . . I follow good old dan-o's advice and keep going thinking that 113 eventually hit 422. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course it did, about 15 minutes later. . .but we were no where near where we needed to be on 422.  So now it is rush hour, and I am completely stuck in traffic.  We, well I should just say I eventually got us back to where we were supposed to be.  And by the way 422 is NOT germantown pike which is where I actually needed to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 20 minute trip turned into 2 hours. . . of course I felt extremely humiliated for taking that long to get there.  The house was huge, full of marble and granite shipped in from Italy all custom made. . . even the bottom of their indoor pool was some type of marble. . .and when you drive up to the place, you think your driving up to the white house with the huge pillars in front and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui is doing well considering his immobilization.  The one thing that made me feel better about going the wrong way is the fact that Lui beat Dan at some X-Box game 5 times. . .and Lui was only playing with his one hand!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back was a lot less eventful, despite the fact that Dan was endlessly mocking me for the long trip there. . . which in all actuality he could have avoided because once we got back to the right area I did offer to take him home first if it was getting too late for him. . .but I am glad that he came, because he did make me laugh to ease the panic that I felt inside from the whole ordeal!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111581966051273458?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111581966051273458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111581966051273458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111581966051273458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111581966051273458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost.html' title='lost. . .'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111573030736313839</id><published>2005-05-10T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T08:05:07.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11200937/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11200937_583e000270_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11200937/"&gt;NY City/Broadway&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love NY City!  I have seen Phantom twice on broadway and this past weekend I rented Phantom. . . it was AWESOME!  And I'm not even the opera type, and besides I had to have an excuse to show this picture which I took in NY City this past summer:o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school has been school, nothing new or out of the ordinary.  One of my students, Lui Santoro, flipped his ATV this passed weekend and he is immobile for this next week.  I am going to stop by and see him today at his 11,000 square foot mansion!  I will definitely have to upload pictures from my camera phone for my next blog.  My dad said his house has 2 kitchens, indoor pool, home theatre and basicly the works!  It's more than 4 times the size of my fam's house. . . so it must be huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the school year is almost done.  Less than 4 weeks to go til the summer. . . which I have already started the tanning process:o)  The tanning bed beckoned me. . . and I still here its calling!  Yeah, I know its not good for me, probably get skin cancer, but if it wasn't so relaxing and calming after a day of school. . . aahh:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love you Christina, since I know you check my blog out and wondered why I hadn't posted anything recently!  Oh and sorry I missed you're call back last night.  I had fallen asleep. . .&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111573030736313839?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111573030736313839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111573030736313839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111573030736313839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111573030736313839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-ny.html' title='I love NY'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111530585456262707</id><published>2005-05-05T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:10:54.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hawaii_surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/12485920/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/12485920_8a88978aa9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/12485920/"&gt;hawaii_surf&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I am soooo excited to go to Hawaii this summer and see my friend Christina!  I so want to learn to surf, and all that jazz, maybe a little hula dancing too:o)  As we all know my fine skill of dance. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has definitely gone by quickly.  Tomorrow its friday, and I can't wait for the weekend!  My dad had some meetings with school stuff this week, so hopefully things will settle out soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this most horendous dream last night that I couldn't control the 7th graders and I had to give them all detention. . .  I woke up all stressed, not a good way to start the day mind you (especially since the first class I have is 7th grade homeroom).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are actually dissecting frogs with the 7th grade life science class. . . It seems to be going well so far, no fatalities (except for the frogs:o)  We'll be finishing that up last hour.  I'm definitely praying my way through this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know that this blog is totally full of random thoughts. . . but that is the way my mind operates, especially today:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111530585456262707?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111530585456262707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111530585456262707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111530585456262707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111530585456262707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/hawaiisurf.html' title='hawaii_surf'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111498425205444695</id><published>2005-05-01T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:50:52.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11837845/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11837845_3ac7221df1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11837845/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am definitely having one of those sentimental moments. . . Yesterday I talked to christina on the phone as well as some other friends from Northland.  I miss all of my friends sooo much!!!!!!!  So this blog definitely is dedicated to my friends. . . that mean so much to me!  For Jen in florida, for Christina in Hawaii, and Keara back in Wisconsin--I love you and miss you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Adam, whose picture I don't have uploaded, thanks for making me laugh. . . So I am seriously going through Northland friend withdraw!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111498425205444695?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111498425205444695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111498425205444695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111498425205444695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111498425205444695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111470772110834104</id><published>2005-04-28T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:02:01.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese:o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11348813/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11348813_2b560ded96_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11348813/"&gt;cheese:o)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though I just started this blog thing and no one really seems to check my sight out because most of my friends do not have a blog themselves, I still am enjoying uploading and posting humorous pictures from my archives:o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comic was given to me by a girl back at school (good old Northland).  It has a double meaning and for my friends (keara, christina and jen), it should bring back some memories:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely (with much sarcasm in my voice) meeting yesterday after school with the principal, a parent and a student. It ended up going OK, I'm just at the point where I am ready to be done with the year and move on to teach elementary. . . which is my passion.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111470772110834104?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111470772110834104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111470772110834104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111470772110834104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111470772110834104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/04/cheeseo.html' title='cheese:o)'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111461510480861933</id><published>2005-04-27T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:18:24.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11190059/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/11190059_cca78cae3a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95166585@N00/11190059/"&gt;funny sign&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/95166585@N00/"&gt;sharjoy18&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I thought this sign was super funny, kinda reminded me of a sign up in Wausakee, WI that said "diesel in rear". . . always gotta chuckle out of that one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam told me how to upload pictures, so I have a feeling I will be a picture fanatic!!!!  They say pictures are like a thousand words. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally wednesday, yesterday seemed to drag on and on. . . I thought the school day would never end.  Last hour study hall on tuesday with those lovely 7th graders (who I refer to as "my thorn in my flesh") is always so much fun having to constantly tell them to get to work and be quiet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have a meeting with the principal, a parent and a student, which I am not looking forward to.  My dad has a super stressful meeting today as well, way more stressful than mine.  So I have been in much prayer about his meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til the weekend!!!!  My sister and her fam is coming in for the week from Indiana, and I can just sit back and relax and not have to get up at 5 am, hopefully:o)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111461510480861933?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111461510480861933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111461510480861933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111461510480861933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111461510480861933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/04/funny-sign.html' title='funny sign'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111451865447136956</id><published>2005-04-26T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T07:30:54.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I still have no clue how this whole blog thing works, but I am learning how to post things.  I can't wait til the school year is done on June 3rd!  Definitely ready to move on and teach Elementary full time and not just be a whole filler for jr high. . . blah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having rather intense dreams lately, and I wake up in the middle of them. The reason I think for these dreams is mainly the stress of life right now.  Between the messy school situation that has been going on since January and figuring out finances and just basicly life, my mind gets overloaded. . .   The one thing that truly is a blesing in all of the stress is the fact that I have the Lord!   How can someone survive without the Lord?  I can't imagine it!  He is my strength through all of the stress, and even though I still feel the tenseness of the situation I still have the joy of the Lord in my heart!  (which is so awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should sign off for now, until next time. . . have a fantabulous day:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111451865447136956?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111451865447136956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111451865447136956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111451865447136956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111451865447136956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12428821.post-111445351816728085</id><published>2005-04-25T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:25:18.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new at this</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my friend Adam introduced me to this blog deal, and I really don't know what I am doing.  I thought I would give it a try and see how this all works. . . get my other friends hooked onto it as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am "teaching" 7th grade English. . . they are in the midst of reading the ever infamous &lt;em&gt;Johnny Tremain&lt;/em&gt;.  So today I gave them a work period, which works out quite well for them and also gives my voice a little breather before I hit 1st grae PE class. . . which by the way I have never met a bigger bunch of highly competitive tattle-tales!  But I love them anyway!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it for my first posting. . . I will leave more next time, once I get the chance to write more. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12428821-111445351816728085?l=sharjoy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111445351816728085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12428821&amp;postID=111445351816728085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111445351816728085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12428821/posts/default/111445351816728085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharjoy18.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-at-this.html' title='new at this'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391173650316878247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_05obs214LBA/SJHOVhwW1oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Awr-c4OYBEg/S220/100_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
