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Half way through my wonderful rendition, I thought, "man, I really hope I didn't call the wrong person." I do the same thing almost every time I walk into a public restroom. I look at the woman's restroom sign, walk in the door and then panic and think "oh my goodness, did I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; go into the men's bathroom?" and look around frantically for those gross urinal things and plan an exit strategy. I always do this at Outback because they make the restroom signs cryptic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all sounds silly, and it is, but I just realized that I have a tendency to second guess my decisions and actions WHILE I am in the midst of them. I can't decide if this is good or bad. I'm going to not good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-5702534468538207886?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5702534468538207886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=5702534468538207886" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/5702534468538207886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/5702534468538207886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/fLA4OVlpkv4/second-guess.html" title="Second Guess" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-guess.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EARHczfSp7ImA9WxBRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-4661397120575099512</id><published>2010-01-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:47:25.985-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-08T07:47:25.985-08:00</app:edited><title>My Experience...</title><content type="html">at Passion 2010.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worshipping with 20,000+ people will NEVER GET OLD. It is so powerful and freeing and... and... awesome, for lack of a better word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got to see Beth Moore speak. Twice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I LOVE her. She tells it like it is, and challenges my walk with the Lord. One particular story she shared is still on my heart... She talked about a boy who has multiple seizures in one minute and how he got to participate in the Special Olympics. He ran a race and did his best, but came in last. At the medal ceremony though, he got the gold medal. His mom asked why he was first place if he finished last, to which they told her: he was the only one who stayed in his lane... Oh ya'll, I wish I could type what Beth said next word for word, but just imagine her southern accent saying... We have to stay in our lane, do not compare our race to any other runners, but keep our eyes on Jesus, and stay in our own lane! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE IT. Every single time I find myself comparing myself to others, which unfortunately I do sometimes still, I remind myself to stay in &lt;i&gt;my lane&lt;/i&gt;. I wish ya'll could have heard her, I know I'm not doing her justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, even though I was only there for 2 days, I feel like I am still processing everything. The conclusion I keep coming to is this: &lt;b&gt;I want more Jesus and He is better than everything and anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7396612283913890207-4661397120575099512?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4661397120575099512/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=4661397120575099512" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/4661397120575099512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/4661397120575099512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/7YsUbTBengg/my-experience.html" title="My Experience..." /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-experience.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQ3s8eyp7ImA9WxBRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-8223478079283648422</id><published>2010-01-04T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:46:42.573-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-04T17:46:42.573-08:00</app:edited><title>Passion 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHHHH&lt;/span&gt; MY GOODNESS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned that I am leading a college girls group through my church? No? Oh, well I am. So, I was invited to go as a "leader" to Passion 2010 and of course, I said YES. Except then I had to say no, and here is why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion is from Jan 2- Jan 5, and now that I am working woman, I have to think ahead about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; time. Any other year, I'd say "whatever! take my vacation days - I don't care, just get me to Passion." But this isn't any other year. Zach deploys this spring. Again. And, I want to make sure I have time to see my NJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;, especially after the loss of my cousin a few months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I prayed about it, and knew that I shouldn't take any vacation days. I sadly turned down the opportunity in an email and snuck in the line "But, hey, if you have any extra tickets, I can go Sat/Sun." Ha, yea right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except, RIGHT! 3 days before Passion I found out they needed an extra driver - and &lt;b&gt;only for the drive down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So, God worked out a way to get me to Passion, and I am so thankful that He did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have now wasted too much time explaining how I got there and why I am not there anymore, so I'll write tomorrow about the best, most important part: &lt;i&gt;the experience&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-8223478079283648422?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8223478079283648422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=8223478079283648422" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8223478079283648422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8223478079283648422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/To2GI2JPZX8/passion-2010.html" title="Passion 2010" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/passion-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HRns_eCp7ImA9WxBREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-6661746639410573863</id><published>2009-12-29T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:22:17.540-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-29T20:22:17.540-08:00</app:edited><title>Community</title><content type="html">I have been in the same community group (through &lt;a href="http://www.gcomchurch.com/"&gt;Grace Community Church&lt;/a&gt;), for about 2 years. I can't begin to convey what a blessing it has been to do life with such an amazing group of people, but I will try....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me, and I am sure you do if you are reading this, then you know that I spent 3.5 years living with my &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; friends in college. Then I lived at home with my family, who I love and really love living with. (You know, some people say, "I could never go back and live with me parents!!" Well, I could and be totally happy.) Then I got married. Then I moved to Clarksville, then Zach deployed, and then I was &lt;i&gt;alone - more alone than I had ever been in my life. &lt;/i&gt;AND THEN, I joined a community group (we'll just say CG from here out). It was awkward and lonely at first. It was my first time being in a Bible study as a married woman and I was there without my husband, and my first time being in a co-ed group. But, being in this CG clicked. It was such a God thing. My friends in CG made Clarksville feel like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the first year of being in this group, Zach was deployed. I can remember one of his first times coming to CG - it was our Christmas party and by this point we were all very comfortable with each other.  I was so nervous, because Zach was new and I didn't want him to feel like an outsider...Ya'll, the guys in the group totally welcomed him, hung out with him outside of our meetings, and made him feel included. Seeing the difference of this past Christmas party compared to his first was such a blessing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deal with CG's at my church is that we join new groups after so much time. For the past few months I have been DREADING the "break-up" of our group because they are my friends, my family. I practically lead a revolt against the ending of our CG (sorry about that &lt;a href="http://www.benreed.net/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt;!) So, tonight was our last night meeting (officially) and I was so sure I'd cry and get upset. I didn't. But I did cry because I was laughing so hard. And that pretty much sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so faithful, He is my Provider and Sustainer, and I can't wait to see how He moves in the next CG I get to be apart of. I pray that you too have found people to do life with. Don't give up if you haven't, I know the Lord will provide for you as He has for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-6661746639410573863?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6661746639410573863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=6661746639410573863" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6661746639410573863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6661746639410573863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/Wu5ZSa_ujCk/community.html" title="Community" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/community.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQERH8zfSp7ImA9WxBREEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-1175080624749793524</id><published>2009-12-28T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:08:25.185-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-28T21:08:25.185-08:00</app:edited><title>Chicken</title><content type="html">I just cooked and pulled a whole chicken for the first time in my life. I feel like I can conquer anything now! I feel domesticated and motherly. I feel tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This incredible feat never would have happened without my friends and family. I would like to God first and foremost.  Thank you, Grammy for giving me some Italian genes. I can practically hear my ancestors applauding (think: Mulan.) To Zach, for always adding more salt... Everything tastes less salty when you are gone. To Mom, for always giving me advice on things I should already know. And of course, to those brave enough to eat my cooking, without you all this is for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Side note: in the middle of my thank you speech, I heard someone at my door. Since it is close to 11 PM, I totally freaked out/my heart is still pounding. Of course, I didn't see anyone, but I know my door made a noise, and my guess now is that someone slammed their car door and it did something to the front door. Nonetheless, I am sleeping with a gun next to my pillow. My new resolution for 2010: get a carry permit and hit up the shooting range. Seriously.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-1175080624749793524?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1175080624749793524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=1175080624749793524" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/1175080624749793524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/1175080624749793524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/5sky8rVA7qQ/chicken.html" title="Chicken" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GQX4_cCp7ImA9WxNaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-7691522140203209448</id><published>2009-11-24T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:47:00.048-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-24T19:47:00.048-08:00</app:edited><title>New Moon</title><content type="html">My good friend, &lt;a href="http://lucyduggar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt;, has convinced me to break my blog silence to write my thoughts on New Moon. And you know, you really have to twist my arm to talk about the Twilight Series....&lt;div&gt;I read the books a little over a year ago, and you can check out my obsession &lt;a href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/baltimore-twilight.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I was SO excited about the first movie. After seeing Twilight, I was so let down. The acting was 'blah', and it didn't capture the love between Bella and Edward that the book portrayed. (No movie could, I guess.) So, going into New Moon, I knew that it wouldn't live up to the book and HAD to be better than the first movie. OHHH I was not disappointed with the second movie!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I will forever be Team Edward. But &lt;a href="http://lucyduggar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt; made some really great points about Jacob in the movie (really, go read her blog, she is amazing). I probably never would have noticed because I am blinded by my devotion (haha) to Edward. The movie really did show Jacob as a legitimate and really, a healthier choice for Bella. I get that. Esthetically, Jacob blew Edward out of the water. And that is all I have to say about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I will be seeing the movie again soon, so perhaps I will have even more insight. Until then, Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-7691522140203209448?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7691522140203209448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=7691522140203209448" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7691522140203209448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7691522140203209448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/itNERvkJ3ls/new-moon.html" title="New Moon" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQARH47eip7ImA9WxNXF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-8530807682549939031</id><published>2009-10-04T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:25:45.002-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T17:25:45.002-07:00</app:edited><title>Surreal</title><content type="html">Surreal. That is the only word I have for this past weekend, because this past weekend I attended the funeral of my younger cousin, Ben. Surely, this past weekend did not actually happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, it did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have felt many emotions toward God, but never the anger I felt last week. I have never been so angry. Angry that He took such a lively, loving, giving, smart, talented, and wonderful 20 year old. Angry that my aunt and uncle lost their son, that my cousin lost his brother. Angry that I grew up so far away from my family, angry that my family had been robbed of any future times with Ben. I was &lt;i&gt;angry&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a moment of Grace, God dispelled my anger and replaced it with thankfulness for the times I have had with Ben, and that the knowledge that I will see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, somehow, I am thankful.&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/7396612283913890207-8530807682549939031?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8530807682549939031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=8530807682549939031" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8530807682549939031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8530807682549939031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/Vi3ByV9JUpM/surreal.html" title="Surreal" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/10/surreal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04MRns7fyp7ImA9WxJaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-1904712136713138098</id><published>2009-08-09T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:59:47.507-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-09T17:59:47.507-07:00</app:edited><title>Aaannnnddd we're back</title><content type="html">today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; and i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;macauthority&lt;/span&gt; for a refurbished mac. we left with a new mac and a printer. but, it was quite the deal. and tax free. i am hoping that the fact that i now have a functioning computer will fuel my blogging :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where do i start? well, i have a job! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whohoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working as a dental assistant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hopkinsville&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt; for an awesome dentist and staff. on my first day on the job i was talking with my boss while i was snacking on some veggies. i started to comment on something he said and i inhaled a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; floret. i tried and tried to swallow or breathe or cough, but i couldn't. so i did what i had to do, i tapped my boss on the shoulder and gave him the international "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; choking" sign and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt; swallowed. i haven't been that embarrassed in a long time. my heart beat like crazy for the next 30 minutes and i don't know if it was because i thought i was going to die or because my boss almost had to give me the h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eimlich&lt;/span&gt;. what a wonderful way to start a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have so much more craziness to share... stay tuned :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-1904712136713138098?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1904712136713138098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=1904712136713138098" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/1904712136713138098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/1904712136713138098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/ohtxvfSfk_k/aaannnnddd-were-back.html" title="Aaannnnddd we're back" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaannnnddd-were-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HQn0yfCp7ImA9WxJRGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-6950792875167613205</id><published>2009-05-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:28:53.394-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T19:28:53.394-07:00</app:edited><title>American Idol</title><content type="html">So, all along I wanted Danny to win. Since that ended up not being an option, I wanted Kris to be the new American Idol - but really, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that Adam was going get all the votes. When Kris ended up winning, I was happy-sad. And yes, that is an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to upset some Braves fans (I love the Braves, so don't be gettin' all crazy on me yet), but I remember when they won the World Series. My whole family was piled on my parents' bed, we got to stay up late, watch the game, and be cool. Well, we freaked out when the Braves won, but even then I can remember the camera showing the other team and I felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; happy-sad. I hated seeing the other team so crushed and let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm happy for Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm sad for Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy-sad. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this post, I totally understand if you won't be able read this blog again. I am ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-6950792875167613205?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6950792875167613205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=6950792875167613205" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6950792875167613205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6950792875167613205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/Pn8t3xNdb6s/american-idol.html" title="American Idol" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQXk7eCp7ImA9WxJRFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-7696388028781806085</id><published>2009-05-17T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:18:10.700-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-17T19:18:10.700-07:00</app:edited><title>Truck Woes</title><content type="html">In case you did not know, Zach sold his beloved truck while he was deployed last year. With that money, we bought the car I drive now and Zach drives my awesome Civic. Everything sounds normal, right? Wrong. Zach is not quite complete without a truck. I am reminded of this everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out driving today we passed a huge farm-tractor-farm-tilling thing. Zach waved to him. The farmer did not wave back. (He did not even look friendly.) Zach's explanation of the incident: "If I had a truck, he would have waved back. Ugh, because we are in a car he ignored us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'd like to share with you reason #234 why Zach needs a truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People driving farm equipment will wave back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-7696388028781806085?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7696388028781806085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=7696388028781806085" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7696388028781806085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7696388028781806085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/1WmMU9EpTW4/truck-woes.html" title="Truck Woes" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/truck-woes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBQn4-eSp7ImA9WxJTFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-792964153101916756</id><published>2009-04-23T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:05:53.051-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T17:05:53.051-07:00</app:edited><title>Should I Stay or Should I Go??</title><content type="html">Wellllll it is very likely that Zach is going to stay in the Army. Which makes another deployment (this time to Afghanistan) unavoidable. All decisions haven't been made and I'm not going to let myself get upset about Zach possibly leaving next April just yet. BUT the first thing my mom said when I told her was: "You stayed alone in TN already, JUST COME HOME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is so tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents and my sister (who is still at home) and it would be wonderful to have people I love around 24/7 for the possible next deployment. Last deployment I just knew I was supposed to stay in C-ville. Now I am not really sure what I am going to do, but here is why I am already thinking about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightmares&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single night for about the past two weeks I have had nightmares about being attacked by intruders. (Well, one night I was being chased by a pit bull and no one would get him away from me. Thanks a lot dream-friends.)  Don't get me wrong - I am aware that I can't make a decision like this based on nightmares. AND I shouldn't even be stressing about this right now. Who knows, I may very well find the Lord leading me to stay here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for Zach and me while we are making these decisions! Love ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-792964153101916756?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/792964153101916756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=792964153101916756" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/792964153101916756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/792964153101916756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/gaD-OGin_1E/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html" title="Should I Stay or Should I Go??" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDRnwyfyp7ImA9WxJTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-7990130103422288209</id><published>2009-04-20T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:04:37.297-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T17:04:37.297-07:00</app:edited><title>Watch This</title><content type="html">Ya'll, Grace Community Church showed this clip in church this week and I LOVE IT. WATCH IT. (okay, I'm done with the all caps, I promise. It stresses me out too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-zR3h2UsR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-zR3h2UsR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-7990130103422288209?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7990130103422288209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=7990130103422288209" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7990130103422288209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7990130103422288209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/D2WapeOKxLI/watch-this.html" title="Watch This" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNQnk5cSp7ImA9WxVWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-7131462257600835082</id><published>2009-02-19T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:41:33.729-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-19T17:41:33.729-08:00</app:edited><title>Deux</title><content type="html">Wow, two posts in one day. This is crazy! (Although, I had wrote most of my other post last week, but didn't finish until today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not usually cook and I (sometimes) feel guilty. But, it is tough because I am vegan and Zach is not.  (I am not hard-core vegan. Last week I took a break and ate dairy. I seriously went crazy. I blame the lactose and delicious cheese.) Anyways, tonight I made a vegan quiche so Zach wouldn't have to have another taco, avocado sandwich, or out-of-the-box Thai noodle meal for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I used for the quiche:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  2 tablespoons vegan butter&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 onion&lt;br /&gt;-  10 oz spinach&lt;br /&gt;-  some artichoke&lt;br /&gt;-  2 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;- handful of vegan cheese&lt;br /&gt;- The equivalent of 4 eggs of egg-substitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two ingredients are not always fun. I didn't use a lot of the cheese because it usually grosses me out. But, next time I am going to use a little more. As for the egg substitute, it sort of let me down, but it was my first time using it. I mean, I knew I wasn't going to get the same consistency of regular quiche, but I was hoping to get close. Next time I am going to add more egg substitute, but aside from the not so quichey consistency, it was really yummy. And one day I will upload a picture, but my lap-top is d-e-a-d at the age of 1.5 years and Zach's computer is a dinosaur, so I am having some issues. Oh, how I would love a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should go because Zach thinks that just because his foreign co-worker pronounces "focus" as "fu-cus" (Don't say it out-loud!!! It sounds like a very bad cuss word!!) he can say it that way too, but he shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-7131462257600835082?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7131462257600835082/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=7131462257600835082" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7131462257600835082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7131462257600835082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/6syWi7x1UZg/deux.html" title="Deux" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/02/deux.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGSH0zeSp7ImA9WxVWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-3351370941793323223</id><published>2009-02-13T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:30:29.381-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-19T15:30:29.381-08:00</app:edited><title>Livin' the Thug Life</title><content type="html">I mentioned in my last post that I am just fascinated by gangs these days. I started watching "&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/gangland"&gt;Gangland&lt;/a&gt;" on the History Channel and could not get enough. So then I read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monster:_The_Autobiography_of_an_L.A._Gang_Member"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by "Monster" Kody Scott.  I was simply floored by the violence and mindsets.  Now, I can understand how a child living in poverty and in a broken home seeks out the gang life for a sense of family. What is crazy to me is that these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; transition so quickly to violence.  Not only that, but gangs recruit from elementary schools! AND, usually those children already have a glorified idea about that gang. It is crazy and leaves me wondering "what can be done?" Obviously they desperately need Jesus, but the ideals in "gang life" are so opposite of Jesus' teaching, I wonder what it is like to try to reach them. Not hop. Any one have ideas/thoughts? (Becca - I am sure you do, and I would love to hear them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I would like to interrupt this blog post for a vent about.... ARMY.  Zach just switched jobs or went back to another battalion or something - whatev, not important. What is important is this: in his old position he got up around 5:45 to make it to work for PT and got home around 4ish. Now, he has to BE AT WORK at 5:45 for a meeting. And yes, I mean 5:45 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM. &lt;/span&gt;His alarm is now set at 4:40 AM. But it gets better. They also have another meeting in the afternoon that keeps Zach from getting home until 6 or later PM. This. Is. Every. Day. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet mother tried to put things into perspective by saying, "Well Steph, if he was working in NYC*, he would be leaving that early AND wouldn't be getting home until 8 or 9 at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is right, most business men in NYC are workaholics. However, they do not deploy and they make at least 4 times Zach's salary. Um, good try, Susan, but you are going to need to try harder than that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*My mom is from NJ and both my parents started out working in NYC, so that comment really didn't come out of left field. Just so you know, my Southern friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And PS - I am aware that many people have to work longer hours than Zach and may make even less than he does. I am thankful for what we have, don't get me wrong. Really, it is not about money. I am just in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iwantmyhusbandhomeplease&lt;/span&gt; sort of mood.  The Army has a unique way of annoying me.  Story of my life. Well, my life for the past 3 years. OMG I have to stop now. I am thinking in crazy circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I DO know, I KNOW" - that was for you, Kara Grimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-3351370941793323223?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3351370941793323223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=3351370941793323223" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/3351370941793323223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/3351370941793323223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/H9nbSfTSncI/livin-thug-life.html" title="Livin' the Thug Life" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/02/livin-thug-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGSXk4fCp7ImA9WxVXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-6839241231596787774</id><published>2009-02-10T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:22:08.734-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-10T06:22:08.734-08:00</app:edited><title>Martha, Martha, Martha</title><content type="html">Tonight is a big night, blog world. Tonight, for the first time ever, Zach and I are hosting our community group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little "Martha" right now (Luke 10:38-42). Here is why: there is a good chance that all night (and all day up til tonight) I will be distracted with thoughts like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My little condo is so small, people are going to be sitting on top of each other&lt;br /&gt;- My breakfast nook is not finished and people are going to judge my bare wall&lt;br /&gt;- My little dog is going to be so annoying (that is a pretty legitimate concern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- I will miss a spot dusting and it will gross someone out&lt;br /&gt;- And the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, how ridiculous am I? Pretty ridiculous. First of all, I have never had any of those thoughts about anyone's house. Second of all, I don't want to miss out on what I might learn tonight - or any time today! So, right now in this moment, I am going to take a deep breath....Check. Say a little prayer..... Check. And re-group.... Check. Okay, I am feeling better already!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything distracting you today, or am I the only one? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS- Later this week I am going to blog about my new fascination... gang life. Brace yourself. Or yo 'self. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whatev&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-6839241231596787774?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6839241231596787774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=6839241231596787774" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6839241231596787774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6839241231596787774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/tUPOvORU34A/martha-martha-martha.html" title="Martha, Martha, Martha" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2009/02/martha-martha-martha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACSH8zcSp7ImA9WxVQF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-8038064498582251710</id><published>2009-02-03T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:56:09.189-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-03T19:56:09.189-08:00</app:edited><title>Millitary Balls &amp; Nightmares</title><content type="html">i didn't actually have any nightmares about military balls, but zach's unit or something had one last thursday and i DID NOT want to go. but ya'll, i am so thankful i did because i saw a real fight. that's right, at a "formal ball" i saw two grown men take off their jackets and fight on the ground. it was amazing. even if that fight hadn't happened, i would have called that night a success - i had lots of fun meeting people and just hanging out. the military is made up of all kinds of people and i love to meet them. and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, if you want to read about crazy dreams, read on. if not, i understand... stop reading now and have a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so i have been having CRAZY SCARY dreams. let me sum it up like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nightmare &lt;/span&gt;#1: i go to get a shot. but instead of pushing the medicine in with a small thumb bar, this shot is administered in a huge needle thing that requires a NON MEDICAL person to give the shot like she is pumping a nerf gun. and then she drops the huge shot and it dangles in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nightmare &lt;/span&gt;#2: i am babysitting an infant. other things happen in my dream. i go back to the baby and feel really guilty because she has a dirty diaper and i left her. i mean, i feel horrible - but other people were there - in my defense. so i go to change her diaper while i feel so bad for her and then she SPEAKS TO ME IN A SATAN VOICE: "i am going to tell on you. you left me. i am going to tell my mommy." seriously, that one was the scariest thing EVER. it messed me up the entire day after that nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nightmare &lt;/span&gt;#3: i am hanging out with egyptians in a large hotel. we are being held captive by evil egyptians. every hour a group of us are forced outside where lions and other wild animals try to attack us. nice egyptians protect me. then a large number of us are ushered into a very large, dark conference room. 6 people are taken from the room and we think they are saved. oh no, they were cooked. i had a nightmare about evil cannibalistic egyptians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't figure out the first 2, but i will say that the night before the 3rd nightmare, i had just read about moses leading the israelites out of egypt.... so there ya go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-8038064498582251710?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8038064498582251710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=8038064498582251710" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8038064498582251710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8038064498582251710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/iRfbT2PMw18/millitary-balls-nightmares.html" title="Millitary Balls &amp; 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I "sell" snacks and candy before worship and then sit in with the middle school girls break-out group. Well, last week during the break-out, the awesome group leader (Lauren!) mentioned that God knows our future. She said it to make another point, just mentioning it passing, and kept on going with her train of thought. I realized that one of the girls had her hand clasped over her mouth, in astonishment. Lauren asked her what she was thinking, and she said, "God knows my future?!?! That is so awesome! It makes me love Him more!"&lt;br /&gt;Do you not you just LOVE that??  I mean sure, I know that He knows my future, but it was such a blessing to watch someone realize how powerful and incredible He is.  I have been thinking about that a lot lately - the joy of learning about God and how He does know my future, my past, my every breath.  It has been a comfort since my future is so unknown to me.... if/when I'll find a job, where we will live in a year, kids, money, etc, etc. But, it is okay, because God knows my future, and that just makes me love Him more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-4033180166065036506?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4033180166065036506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=4033180166065036506" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/4033180166065036506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-07T13:21:10.238-08:00</app:edited><title>twilight with zach</title><content type="html">zach went and saw twilight with me this past thursday.  i thought i made myself perfectly clear: &lt;em&gt;please save all negative comments for after the movie&lt;/em&gt;. really, i should have known that wouldn't happen. here was my favorite zach comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there is a part in the movie that edward tells bella that he loves to watch her sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: zach, do you love to watch me sleep too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zach&lt;/strong&gt;: oh yea. it's a whole lot of this (and then he makes my "sleeping face." mouth half open and eyes not completely shut because of my large eyeballs. very unflattering. and a very un-edward thing to say haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, this weekend has been so fun just hanging out at home. buck is fully adjusted, zach and i went to church together (yay!), and i've gotten to meet some of his friends and he has met my friends. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another rando story, just for fun:&lt;br /&gt;after lunch today we were driving home and saw a group of deer. zach stopped to watch them and they were all cute walking around in the field. he pointed out that one of the males was limping and said that he was probably shot or something. for some reason made me very upset...to the point of tears. zach was surprisingly nice about my ridiculousness and he assured me that when he hunts he will always try to put deer out of their misery as quickly as possible. i do love my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone has a wonderful sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-4812883664969450022?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-with-zach.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFRXY9cCp7ImA9WxRbEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-8469078522909630149</id><published>2008-12-02T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:45:14.868-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-02T06:45:14.868-08:00</app:edited><title>adjusting</title><content type="html">so yesterday was the "first" normal day with zach home. i went to class, he went to work. it felt so right! except being in class all day is a lot harder when you know someone is at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when the soldiers get home they go through a process called "re-integration." they pretty much get all their medical check-ups and are told not to drive drunk, beat their wives, or hurt themselves.  i think that is necessary and whatnot, but i wish they had something for our dogs. buck is having a hard time adjusting to zach being home. last night zach had a bunch of guys over to watch football and hang out and buck stayed upstairs the entire time (until i got home, because he loves me haha). but really, it worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its all very fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the Christmas tree is going up today. i'll post pics soon. AND i'll try to get pics of zach coming home up too... i'm still slightly upset with the fam about that haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-8469078522909630149?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8469078522909630149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=8469078522909630149" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8469078522909630149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8469078522909630149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/Q3b_rIi4GAU/adjusting.html" title="adjusting" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/adjusting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFQn88fCp7ImA9WxRUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-6094661807528433090</id><published>2008-11-26T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:55:13.174-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-26T09:55:13.174-08:00</app:edited><title>all is right in the world....</title><content type="html">zach is home!!!! yesterday was sort of crazy. he was supposed to fly in at 5. then it was pushed back to 8. then it was pushed back to 8:45. but, it really all worked out. before we left for the ceremony, everyone (and i mean all 21 of us) hung out at the condo for a little while and then headed to pick up zach. it was so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really did well - no crazy tears when he came home. but, we didn't get home until 1. and if you know me, you know i can get a little crazy when i'm exhausted - anyways, we got home late and zach said something or did something that made me laugh. well, within 2 seconds of laughing i just started crying. haha, i can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was hilarious last night. gosh, i love her. zach's family is so awesome - but it can be confusing when you try to learn their names (like his three cousins: malorie, mollie, and maggie) and how they are all related. so my mother decided she was going to get it all right. she walked around with a pencil and paper and just asked everyone their middle name and other little things about them. it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have pictures up yet - but here are a few from the local paper's website. please note the awesome face cut-outs of zach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theleafchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Site=DA&amp;amp;Date=20081126&amp;amp;Category=PHOTOGALLERIES&amp;amp;ArtNo=811260802&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Params=Itemnr=5"&gt;http://www.theleafchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Site=DA&amp;amp;Date=20081126&amp;amp;Category=PHOTOGALLERIES&amp;amp;ArtNo=811260802&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Params=Itemnr=5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theleafchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Site=DA&amp;amp;Date=20081126&amp;amp;Category=PHOTOGALLERIES&amp;amp;ArtNo=811260802&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Params=Itemnr=8"&gt;http://www.theleafchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/gallery?Site=DA&amp;amp;Date=20081126&amp;amp;Category=PHOTOGALLERIES&amp;amp;ArtNo=811260802&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Params=Itemnr=8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-6094661807528433090?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6094661807528433090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=6094661807528433090" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6094661807528433090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/6094661807528433090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/cIuem6_T5e0/all-is-right-in-world.html" title="all is right in the world...." /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-is-right-in-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQHwyeSp7ImA9WxRUFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-3982326173462220053</id><published>2008-11-24T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:00:01.291-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-24T11:00:01.291-08:00</app:edited><title>a mushy look back...</title><content type="html">i hate to get all sentimental, but i can't believe that the deployment will be over tomorrow! thinking about it really brings me to tears - happy ones of course.... but also out of amazement. i can remember the night zach left: i drove his truck home, crawled into bed, and cried myself to sleep. the next day i crawled out of bed and dragged myself to an anatomy lab. i was on the verge of tears the entire time - i actually ended up leaving because i couldn't make it through the class. those first few weeks i thought it would never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, and last Christmas....unexpected bouts of crying...uncontrollably &lt;em&gt;bawling&lt;/em&gt; at the end of juno when juno's boyfriend layed down next to her after she gave up the baby. i know people thought i gave up a baby or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i made it - by the grace of God. He has been so completely faithful. when i moved to clarksville, i didn't expect to make friends like the ones i have from home. but i have made friends that will never be able to get rid of me now. and i don't just go to church - i feel connected and i love my church family. i finally figured what i felt was the right fit with school and career choice.  i could seriously go on and on about all the blessings that came out of the deployment. not to say it was all easy, but it was so worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the new frontier: marriage with the husband home :) haha. seriously, i can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-3982326173462220053?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3982326173462220053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=3982326173462220053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/3982326173462220053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/3982326173462220053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/s7YSlkOGJnE/mushy-look-back.html" title="a mushy look back..." /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/mushy-look-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNQ3g5fCp7ImA9WxRUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-833159033837820602</id><published>2008-11-21T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:48:12.624-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-21T17:48:12.624-08:00</app:edited><title>a long, wonderful day</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/SSdkyGUHuCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mifNzDxyzuc/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271292700711696418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/SSdkyGUHuCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mifNzDxyzuc/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning i woke up at 2:15 AM, showered, got dressed, and then drove to my wonderful friend tinsley's house. her husband came home from iraq at 6 AM. (you have to get to the hanger about 2 hours earlier, in case you were wondering why i was up so early.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am SO glad i was able to go and see a 'homecoming' before zach comes home. i got to take pictures of the whole event for some of my friends and share in the joy of their husbands returning home. best use i've had of my camera yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then later that day i got to have lunch with another wonderful friend jessica. afterwards we went and saw twilight!! now, i love the book series. love them (in case you haven't picked up on that.) but, the movie didn't quite do it for me. but i enjoyed it, and i'm still making zach see it with me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, if everything goes right this week, it will be my last weekend without a husband, so yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-833159033837820602?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/833159033837820602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=833159033837820602" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/833159033837820602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/833159033837820602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/RsLic1IMQhU/long-wonderful-day.html" title="a long, wonderful day" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/SSdkyGUHuCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mifNzDxyzuc/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-wonderful-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBQnY6fSp7ImA9WxRUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-4994816233965247739</id><published>2008-11-20T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:07:33.815-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-20T10:07:33.815-08:00</app:edited><title>oh army</title><content type="html">a real quick vent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so zach's flight has been changed to tuesday night. and i'm so glad that he is coming home and all that jazz, but it really messes up my plans! i was looking forward to a few quiet days in c-ville before heading to georgia and jumping into all the family holiday stuff. that won't really happen now. i am selfish, and &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;aware of that. ohhh it's just so frustrating! not even the thought of twilight is helping! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just hate not being in control? i guess this is a good life lesson blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, it looks like i can ring some bells for salvation army on saturday, ben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-4994816233965247739?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4994816233965247739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=4994816233965247739" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/4994816233965247739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/4994816233965247739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/1D3oxHYSdbM/oh-army.html" title="oh army" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-army.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHRX49eSp7ImA9WxRUEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-7978188016919947830</id><published>2008-11-18T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:23:54.061-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-18T20:23:54.061-08:00</app:edited><title>restlessness</title><content type="html">i can't get the minutes to pass fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been gettin to class, Bible study, etc. EARLY. like, 20-3o minutes early. i can't sleep, and i am trying &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to do all the things on my "to do list" because i'm afraid i won't have things to take up time tomorrow, thursday, and friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kind of feels like the night before the first day of school - high school style. but, i guess you'd have to love school. AND you would know that you will have every class with the super hott guy you have the biggest crush on. now times that anticipation by 100... that is where i'm at. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news - i helped sub a pre-K class today. wow. i used to think that my parenting style would only use "time outs" and firm words. after today, i think i'm a fan of some good ole fashion spankings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-7978188016919947830?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7978188016919947830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=7978188016919947830" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7978188016919947830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/7978188016919947830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/ue6xkkAYxXo/restlessness.html" title="restlessness" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/restlessness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNSHY4fSp7ImA9WxRVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7396612283913890207.post-8853893604441391757</id><published>2008-11-16T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:24:59.835-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-16T14:24:59.835-08:00</app:edited><title>yay!</title><content type="html">so i heard from zach - yay! things are still lookin' like saturday is THE day. i guess i just keep holding my breath because his R&amp;amp;R was delayed so much. but, R&amp;amp;R is different, so i shouldn't worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason i think it hasn't completely set in is because my body can't handle the excitement. i mean really  - my husband is coming home after 15 months &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; the movie twilight  all happen on the same weekend. my head may very well explode. eeeeeee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7396612283913890207-8853893604441391757?l=stephunderwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8853893604441391757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7396612283913890207&amp;postID=8853893604441391757" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8853893604441391757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7396612283913890207/posts/default/8853893604441391757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IJustDontDoCreativeTitlesSorry/~3/FN30vaS_JC8/yay.html" title="yay!" /><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03129884102786309748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdenzIJKl8A/S0Kaf-YqnCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cmSd5XkNEWE/S220/DSC_0766.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephunderwood.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

