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Psalm 34:8</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>678</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /><meta xmlns="http://pipes.yahoo.com" name="pipes" content="noprocess" /><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/mochawithlinda" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-6449519288872111589</id><published>2009-11-11T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:54:17.053-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random dozen" /><title type="text">Random Dozen</title><content type="html">&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/St4DiJKoNvI/AAAAAAAANns/cSK5emF_PUk/s200/Fall+into+Flavor+Button+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;1. What was the last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl has been practicing for choir and has gone from singing &lt;i&gt;Bel Piacere&lt;/i&gt; to a bunch of Christmas songs, but just now she practiced her viola solo for the offertory Sunday, which is &lt;i&gt;What a Friend We Have in Jesus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;2. Have you ever had “buyer’s remorse” over anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly.  Usually it's an outfit and I take it back.  Hasn't happened over the really big things.  That comes from being married to an engineer - &lt;i&gt;paralysis of analysis&lt;/i&gt; is generally more of a problem than buyer's remorse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;3. What is something in your life that you are thankful for now that you didn’t think you would be at the time of the event? (Something that seemed ill-timed, inconvenient or hurtful which turned out to be a good thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many things in my life have fallen into this category.  One of the first that I remember was being petrified I was going to get Mrs. Boyd for 5th grade.  She was scary-mean and incredibly strict.  I held my breath the first day of school. Of course I got her.  And she was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;4. Do you watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade every year? If so, do you have a favorite float or balloon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any more.  I always did as a kid.  My family couldn't care less, and we're usually not at our own house where I have control of the TV anyway.  But my absolute "favoritest" parade has always been the Rose Parade on New Year's Day.  It utterly amazes me what they construct out of flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;5. Share a quote, scripture, poem or lyric which has been an inspiration to you lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things have been going through my mind since the Tough Ministries conference I went to last week.  One is the chorus of this song by Brandon Heath that &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/tsmss-give-me-your-eyes.html"&gt;I posted last Saturday&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #666 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Give me Your eyes for just one second&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other is something &lt;a href="http://www.davidring.org/"&gt;David Ring&lt;/a&gt; said in the final general session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px;  BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px solid"&gt;"When I wake up in the morning, I want the devil and his demons to say, 'Uh oh! Here comes Trouble!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up, does the devil even &lt;i&gt;flinch&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;6. This is meant to be a fun question, and this is a G-rated blog, but please share a “guilty pleasure,” something that you enjoy that’s probably not the most edifying, time-worthy or healthy thing you could be indulging in. Did I mention--G rating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipped cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my COFFEE, Lid!  Or on my pie or other decadent dessert.  I'm not about to waste it.  (I just &lt;i&gt;waist&lt;/i&gt; it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm talking about the real stuff, that you pour out of a carton and whip yourself, not frozen or in a squirt can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;7. What Thanksgiving food are you looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing.  (Some folks call it stuffing, but down here we don't put it in the turkey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;8. What is your favorite book to read to children, or what was your favorite childhood book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read to children - &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tacky-Penguin-Helen-Lester/dp/0395562333/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1257904449&amp;amp;sr=8-12"&gt;Tacky the Penguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Helen Lester.  I love to do silly voices for the characters and had a teeny little reputation at the elementary school on reading nights.  I don't remember having a favorite picture book as a child, but the Little House series was my dearest possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;9. Do you collect anything? (Feel free to post a photo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, although that's not really an official collection.  I used to collect mugs, but finally got rid of most of them 'cause they took up too much space.  Now I usually get a Christmas ornament as a souvenir.  I have several Nativity scenes, but I shy away from the word "collect" -- it's just kinda happened.  Some people might think I collect dust. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;10. Gift bags or wrapping paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift bags. Sooooo much easier to store and utilize! Except my kids still prefer the unwrapping part, so I try to do a little of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;11. Share an after-school memory from when you were younger. What was your routine like on an average day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lid needs to be an Alzheimer's Memory Tester!  I pretty much remember coming home, turning on my radio, sitting on my bed, and doing my homework or reading.  I know it knocks you over how exciting my life was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;12. True story: Once, in a job interview, I was asked this question and told there would be no clarifying; I simply had to answer the question: “When you’re fishing, do you feel for the fish?” So what about you? When you're fishing, do you feel for the fish??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a truly bizarre question.  I assume you mean the empathetic, not the sensory, type of &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;.  Either way, the answer is no.  Especially since I don't fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun doing this meme and seeing what others have to say - check out the links at &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-6449519288872111589?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6449519288872111589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=6449519288872111589&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/6449519288872111589" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/6449519288872111589" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-dozen.html" title="Random Dozen" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/St4DiJKoNvI/AAAAAAAANns/cSK5emF_PUk/s72-c/Fall+into+Flavor+Button+09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-2755040839841088730</id><published>2009-11-10T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:34:00.551-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><title type="text">Just in Time for Veteran's Day</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow is Veteran's Day, so it's a perfect time to tell you about a wonderful novel set at the peak of World War II!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjW9FwPIKI/AAAAAAAABhQ/uL1LcPzW17g/s1600-h/Swiss+Courier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjW9FwPIKI/AAAAAAAABhQ/uL1LcPzW17g/s200/Swiss+Courier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402304098035769506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Swiss Courier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tricia Goyer &amp;amp; Mike Yorkey&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 978-0-8007-3336-0&lt;br /&gt;$13.99; October 2009&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She's risking her life to save a man she doesn't know. But whom can she trust along the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is August 1944 and the Gestapo is mercilessly rounding up suspected enemies of the Third Reich after an attempt on Hitler's life. Gabi Mueller is a young woman working for the newly formed American Office of Strategic Services (the forerunner to the CIA) in Switzerland. When she is asked to put herself in harm's way to safely "courier" a German scientist who is working on the atomic bomb out of enemy territory, the fate of the world hangs in the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cNPrAArNaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cNPrAArNaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjV2oDD9bI/AAAAAAAABhA/VMcU2fBl7WA/s1600-h/Tricia+Goyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjV2oDD9bI/AAAAAAAABhA/VMcU2fBl7WA/s200/Tricia+Goyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402302887470822834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tricia Goyer&lt;/span&gt; is the author of several books, including &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Night Song&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dawn of a Thousand Nights&lt;/span&gt;, both past winners of the ACFW’s Book of the Year Award for Long Historical Romance. Goyer lives with her family in Montana.  Learn more about her at her &lt;a href="http://www.triciagoyer.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjWujMzgfI/AAAAAAAABhI/8kYjFLjABD4/s1600-h/mike+yorkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjWujMzgfI/AAAAAAAABhI/8kYjFLjABD4/s200/mike+yorkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303848242184690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mike Yorkey&lt;/span&gt; is the author or coauthor of dozens of books, including the bestselling Every Man’s Battle series. Married to a Swiss native, Yorkey lived in Switzerland for 18 months. He and his family currently reside in California. Visit his &lt;a href="http://www.mikeyorkey.com/mikeyorkey/Welcome.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been relatively recently that I have read a few books set in this time period.  This one just whetted my appetite! I have a huge amount of respect and gratitude for the men and women who sacrificed their lives and risked all during World War II.  And while I know it is fiction, the book is prefaced with the actual historical event that surrounds it.  Although we primarily think of the men who fought, many women did much more than keep the home fires burning.  Gabi is multi-faceted:  brave, gutsy, determined, and fiercely patriotic, yet a tender heart beats under that strong exterior.  Her superior qualities juxtaposed against the heinous evil of the Nazi regime and the events that unfold make this a suspenseful and fast-paced read. I expected some parts of the ending, but there were indeed a few surprises.  And although there is a hint of romance, it is not the main focus.  While I enjoy a good love story, in this case I'm glad it's not the main plot, for I plan to pass this one on to my teenage boy. I don't think he'd have much tolerance for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Revell/Baker for providing me a copy for review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-2755040839841088730?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2755040839841088730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=2755040839841088730&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2755040839841088730" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2755040839841088730" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-in-time-for-veterans-day.html" title="Just in Time for Veteran's Day" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvjW9FwPIKI/AAAAAAAABhQ/uL1LcPzW17g/s72-c/Swiss+Courier.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-6041219014012022790</id><published>2009-11-10T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:09:00.291-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CFBA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><title type="text">CFBA - Fit to be Tied</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310258065"&gt;Fit to Be Tied &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Zondervan (November 1, 2009)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/"&gt;Robin Lee Hatcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SfUO_ZBsdTI/AAAAAAAACvg/VkhZ3L4N2hg/s1600-h/robin_0056_225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SfUO_ZBsdTI/AAAAAAAACvg/VkhZ3L4N2hg/s320/robin_0056_225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329182216275391794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin Lee Hatcher discovered her vocation as a novelist after many years of reading everything she could put her hands on, including the backs of cereal boxes and ketchup bottles. The winner of the &lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/awards.htm#christy" target="_blank"&gt;Christy Award&lt;/a&gt; for Excellence in Christian Fiction (&lt;i&gt;Whispers from Yesterday&lt;/i&gt;), the &lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/awards.html#rita" target="_blank"&gt;RITA Award&lt;/a&gt; for Best Inspirational Romance (&lt;i&gt;Patterns of Love&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Shepherd's Voice&lt;/i&gt;), two &lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/awards.html#rt" target="_blank"&gt;RT Career Achievement Awards&lt;/a&gt; (Americana Romance and Inspirational Fiction), and the &lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/awards.html#lta" target="_blank"&gt;RWA Lifetime Achievement Award&lt;/a&gt;, Robin is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/books.html" target="_blank"&gt;over 50 novels&lt;/a&gt;, including &lt;i&gt;Catching Katie&lt;/i&gt;, which was named one of the Best Books of 2004 by the Library Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin enjoys being with her family, spending time in the beautiful Idaho outdoors, reading books that make her cry, and watching romantic movies. She is passionate about the theater, and several nights every summer, she can be found at the outdoor amphitheater of the Idaho Shakespeare Festival, enjoying Shakespeare under the stars. She makes her home outside of Boise, sharing it with Poppet the high-maintenance Papillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Svd89jHNm9I/AAAAAAAADHw/RGHd2MtAprw/s1600-h/fittobetied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/Svd89jHNm9I/AAAAAAAADHw/RGHd2MtAprw/s320/fittobetied.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923674893556690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleo Arlington dresses like a cowboy, is fearless and fun-loving, and can ride, rope, and wrangle a horse as well as any man. In 1916, however, those talents aren’t what most young women aspire to. But Cleo isn’t most women. Twenty-nine years old and single, Cleo loves life on her father’s Idaho ranch. Still, she hopes someday to marry and have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Sherwood Statham, an English aristocrat whose father has sentenced him to a year of work in America to “straighten him out.” Sherwood, who expected a desk job at a posh spa, isn’t happy to be stuck on an Idaho ranch. And he has no idea how to handle Cleo, who’s been challenged with transforming this uptight playboy into a down-home cowboy, because he has never encountered a woman succeeding in a “man’s world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about everything either of them says or does leaves the other, well, fit to be tied. Cleo Arlington knows everything about horses but nothing about men. And though Cleo believes God’s plan for her includes a husband, it couldn’t possibly be Sherwood Statham. Could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their bumpy trot into romance is frustrating, exhilarating, and ultimately heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310258065"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fit to Be Tied&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/11/fit-to-be-tied-prologue-and-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the book video Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1VLeF15hr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1VLeF15hr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun, kick-back-and-relax book!   I read and reviewed the one before it, &lt;i&gt;A Vote of Confidence&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-vote-of-confidence.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and while they are stand-alone books, it was fun to see the characters from the first book make appearances in this one.  Robin Lee Hatcher has written another winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-6041219014012022790?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6041219014012022790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=6041219014012022790&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/6041219014012022790" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/6041219014012022790" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/cfba-fit-to-be-tied.html" title="CFBA - &lt;i&gt;Fit to be Tied&lt;/i&gt;" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SfUO_ZBsdTI/AAAAAAAACvg/VkhZ3L4N2hg/s72-c/robin_0056_225.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-6394596592520942602</id><published>2009-11-09T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:01:00.846-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fall into Flavor" /><title type="text">Fall Into Flavor - Texas Brunch Casserole</title><content type="html">&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/St4DiJKoNvI/AAAAAAAANns/cSK5emF_PUk/s200/Fall+into+Flavor+Button+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The approaching holidays bring family and friends for overnight visits.  A favorite breakfast is the egg casserole that is prepared the night before and just has to be cooked in the morning.  For those who like Mexican food or a little pizzazz of flavor, this is my favorite version of the classic dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; BACKGROUND: #ffcc00; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc6600 4px solid"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TEXAS BRUNCH CASSEROLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 slices white bread, crust removed&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ground sausage&lt;br /&gt;2 onions, finely chopped (adjust amt. to taste)&lt;br /&gt;1 (4 oz.) can chopped green chiles, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 fresh chopped jalapeno (optional)&lt;br /&gt;4 c. grated Monterey Jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. seasoned salt&lt;br /&gt;1 rounded tsp. ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 c. half &amp;amp; half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightly butter each slice of bread and place in a buttered 9 x 13 glass baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;Brown sausage with onions.  Drain and pat with paper towels.  Sprinkle sausage &amp;amp; onion mixture over bread.  Sprinkle cheese over sausage.  Beat eggs.  Add spices and half &amp;amp; half to eggs and mix well. Pour egg mixture over bread, sausage, and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover with foil and refrigerate overnight.  (At this point, it may be frozen until ready to use.  Remove from freezer and thaw overnight in refrigerator.)  Remove foil.  Bake at 350 for 45 minutes or until casserole is bubbly and lightly browned on top.  This dish reheats easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;i&gt;Necessities and Temptations&lt;/i&gt;, published by the Junior Leage of Austin, 1987.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find some more great recipes over at &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-6394596592520942602?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6394596592520942602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=6394596592520942602&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/6394596592520942602" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/6394596592520942602" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-into-flavor-texas-brunch-casserole.html" title="Fall Into Flavor - Texas Brunch Casserole" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/St4DiJKoNvI/AAAAAAAANns/cSK5emF_PUk/s72-c/Fall+into+Flavor+Button+09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-2075045957364645418</id><published>2009-11-07T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:45:52.453-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Then Sings My Soul Saturdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caring" /><title type="text">TSMSS -  Give Me Your Eyes</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm in Houston attending a Tough Ministries conference.  Sadly, there are too many ministries we consider "tough" in the church today but which are areas where folks are hurting and desperately need to know the love and hope of Jesus.  Children in foster care.  Orphans.  Teen moms.  Families with special needs children.  Divorced individuals and their children.  Folks broken by grief and loss.  Families caring for seniors with Alzheimer's or Parkinson's. Folks with cancer.  The list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my MIL's after today's sessions, this song came on the radio.  It never fails to touch my heart, and it was so timely after today's sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGr8as7pPBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGr8as7pPBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #666 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Give me Your eyes for just one second&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More songs can be found at &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy's&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-2075045957364645418?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2075045957364645418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=2075045957364645418&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2075045957364645418" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2075045957364645418" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/tsmss-give-me-your-eyes.html" title="TSMSS -  &lt;i&gt;Give Me Your Eyes&lt;/i&gt;" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-8148221027313538489</id><published>2009-11-06T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:10:57.258-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title type="text">Friday Fun</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I really don't mean to pick on blondes, but this joke absolutely made me laugh out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000099"&gt;REPLACEMENT WINDOWS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#336666"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with that expensive double-pane energy efficient kind, and today, I got a call from the contractor who installed them. He was complaining that the work had been completed a whole year ago and I still hadn't paid for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellloooo,........... just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid. So, I told him just what his fast talking sales guy had told me last year, that in ONE YEAR these windows would pay for themselves! Helllooooo?  "It's been a year!" I told him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally just hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never called back.  I bet he felt like an idiot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-8148221027313538489?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8148221027313538489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=8148221027313538489&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8148221027313538489" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8148221027313538489" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-fun.html" title="Friday Fun" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-8993967181793634086</id><published>2009-11-06T00:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:04:00.141-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gaither Vocal Band" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="patriotic" /><title type="text">God Bless Fort Hood</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvOlXhb9pNI/AAAAAAAABg4/Z_kPEKWsmuo/s1600-h/Ft+Hood+Sign+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvOlXhb9pNI/AAAAAAAABg4/Z_kPEKWsmuo/s200/Ft+Hood+Sign+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400842201678587090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;The LORD is close to the brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;and saves those who are crushed in spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+34:18&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for God's comfort on the families just up the road at Ft. Hood as well as for comfort and safety for all those who serve our country so faithfully in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tF8pFyO0c5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tF8pFyO0c5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-8993967181793634086?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8993967181793634086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=8993967181793634086&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8993967181793634086" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8993967181793634086" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-bless-fort-hood.html" title="God Bless Fort Hood" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SvOlXhb9pNI/AAAAAAAABg4/Z_kPEKWsmuo/s72-c/Ft+Hood+Sign+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-897280499340227687</id><published>2009-11-05T00:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:46:34.461-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salvation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CFBA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theology" /><title type="text">One Fine Season is Not So Fine</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1438932251"&gt;One Fine Season&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;AuthorHouse (November 25, 2008)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onefineseason.net/"&gt;Michael Sheehan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SvD1B_5OpsI/AAAAAAAADHo/-AiM51g7nfg/s1600-h/pic-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SvD1B_5OpsI/AAAAAAAADHo/-AiM51g7nfg/s320/pic-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400085367897368258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Sheehan is CEO and founder of BioResource, a company that distributes natural remedies including the popular INFLAMYAR ointment for sports injuries. He wrote One Fine Season to honor the memories of two childhood friends who died young, before they could realize their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Fine Season is true to life. It draws on Sheehan’s religious education at a Catholic seminary and his experience as a high school baseball and collegiate soccer player. A graduate of Santa Clara University, Sheehan also earned a master’s degree in science journalism from Boston University. He lives in Northern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SvDz_Yb5MGI/AAAAAAAADHg/Z5kJ3meyaYA/s1600-h/onefineseason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SvDz_Yb5MGI/AAAAAAAADHg/Z5kJ3meyaYA/s320/onefineseason.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084223433977954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONE FINE SEASON tells the story of a promising young athlete who must rise from the ashes of devastating personal loss to fulfill a pact made years earlier with his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends Pete O’Brien and Danny Grace are gifted college athletes, both hoping for careers as professional baseball players. When tragedy strikes, Danny struggles to cope with his overwhelming grief and fulfill a pact the young men made years earlier: to play in the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events unexpectedly thrust Danny into the spotlight with the new expansion team in Sacramento. Three guides – an aging catcher, spiritual centerfielder and wise manager – plus a beautiful woman lead him on a healing journey, revealing that even death cannot break the bonds of true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read an excerpt from the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1438932251"&gt;One Fine Season&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-fine-season-excerpt-of-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recommend this book.  Before I tell you why, I want to preface my review by saying that in no way do I intend to attack the author.  Writing a book is a tremendous process and I respect the time and effort he put into it.  I admire his desire to honor the memory of his friends who died and sympathize with his loss.   The Bible says &lt;em&gt;we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%206:12&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Ephesians 6:12&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book as an example of how &lt;em&gt;Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%2011:14&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Corinthians 11:14&lt;/a&gt;)  The summary, which is what was presented to us when the book was offered for review, sounds intriguing and full of wonderful possibilities.  The first chapter (which I believe is what is submitted to CFBA for the book to be accepted) drew me in.  As the story continued, however, it veered sharply from Biblical truth.  Several discussions in the book promote New Age thinking, including statements such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't get me wrong, I think faith is a great gift, but does sacrificing his son make sense to you?. . .Jesus Christ came to show us that resurrection is possible and to reveal our path to the Divine and the state of love we seek."  (pp. 42-43)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I seriously doubt that there can be only one heaven.  I mean, it wouldn't be heaven if you had to share it with people you don't like or even hate. . . And let's face it--some people are such *** that even God couldn't stand them." (p. 99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"To me, the Garden of Eden was never an actual place on earth.  It's a state where our eternal spirits are united precisely with God." (p. 99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The true reality is our quantum mind's connection to the divine, and the universe as a whole." (p. 102)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Only when we center ourselves in the harmonic connection that we've discussed before, which includes love, artistic expression, and spiritual states, can we achieve a transcendental experience that's beyond rational and overcomes the strict limitations of religion." (p. 151) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In addition to the doctrine that is diametrically opposed to that presented in the Bible, the book contains premarital sex that is deemed to be acceptable, and the language of the book deteriorates rapidly; the last quarter of the book was completely gratuitous in its use of foul language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that book summary above?  The last sentence on the actual book jacket was revised to read:  &lt;i&gt;Along the way, three guides - an aging catcher, a highly educated centerfielder and a wise old manager - emerge to help Danny deal with his shattered faith, and lead him on a journey of spiritual and emotional healing that climaxes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;when he comes face to face with the universe's ultimate plan for all mankind&lt;/span&gt;. (colored emphasis mine)&lt;/i&gt; Don't waste your money on this book.  Instead, renew your mind with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px;  BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px solid"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%203:16&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;John 3:16&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%202:8-9&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salvation is found in no one else for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved." (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts+4:12&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Acts 4:12&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20timothy%204:2-4&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Timothy 4:2-4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-897280499340227687?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/897280499340227687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=897280499340227687&amp;isPopup=true" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/897280499340227687" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/897280499340227687" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-fine-season-is-not-so-fine.html" title="&lt;i&gt;One Fine Season&lt;/i&gt; is Not So Fine" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SvD1B_5OpsI/AAAAAAAADHo/-AiM51g7nfg/s72-c/pic-3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-2724738938308177544</id><published>2009-11-04T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:09:00.651-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random dozen" /><title type="text">Random Dozen (Not Dozing!)</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. It's early morning, about 2:00AM, and you're driving home. You come to a red light and sit there. There is no one in sight for miles around. Do you wait it out or run the light?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  Learned from a friend of mine in college on his mo-ped.  He backed up and tried to trip the sensor under the pavement, but his bike was too light.  Just as he finally ran the light, a police car crested the hill.  What I &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; do is turn right on red and then turn around and then turn right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. If you had the chance to re-do the last 24 hours, would you change anything?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really taxing these brain cells, Lid!  I'm supposed to &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; the last 24 hours?!  This was a good day.  I think I'll leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. When you reply to someone's comment on your blog, do you reply in your comments or go to her blog and comment? (Or email her)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually answer her via email if she isn't a "No Reply-Comment" blogger.  Otherwise I may leave it on her blog.  Occasionally I'll answer it on my blog, but that's generally if it's a question I think may cross someone else's mind.  I'm grateful enough someone comes to see me once; I'd never presume to think that they'd come back to see what I might reply to them!  Although &lt;a href="http://quilldancer.com/"&gt;Quilly&lt;/a&gt; does and it's lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Your favorite Disney movie is:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a no-brainer:  &lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;! It's Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;(Let's see how many weeks I can answer &lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt; to one of the questions!  This is either the second or third!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Do you recycle?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, although I don't go out of my way to.  Our trash company provides a recycling bin so we use it.  But I am NOT my mother.  I do not rinse out plastic zip bags and reuse them or cut up Kleenex boxes to put things in.  And I just can't deal with the idea of carting a pile of reusable bags to the store all the time (and having to figure out what to do with them between shopping trips).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Games of strategy or games of chance?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combination.  I'm not into heavy strategy like chess or Risk.  But I like having to figure out how to manipulate the chance I'm given (like in Scrabble - the letters I draw are by chance, but it's strategy how I play them.  It's even the same with Yahtzee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Do you have any recurring dreams?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not since I was a scared little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. What did you learn from your first real job?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a college education will be a wonderful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Do you buy or borrow most books?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy.  (Or now I get them from publishers!)  We don't have a convenient library so we  pretty much just do that in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. What fashion trend of the past did you say you'd never wear again but did?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any that fall into the "again" category, but there have been plenty that I've said I'd never wear and then eventually did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. When do you start Christmas shopping?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-November or sometimes after Thanksgiving.  I pretty much just have my man and the kids to buy for; we've stopped all the extended family gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. Have you ever been so happy that you literally jumped up and down for a few seconds? If so, what was the occasion?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I did as a kid.  And a few football games in college.  But I pretty much try to avoid jumping these days so I don't break a bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun questions this week.  Visit Lid over at &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt; to see what others have to say.  Better yet, join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-2724738938308177544?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2724738938308177544/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=2724738938308177544&amp;isPopup=true" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2724738938308177544" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2724738938308177544" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-dozen-not-dozing.html" title="Random Dozen (Not &lt;i&gt;Dozing!&lt;/i&gt;)" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-816167021335761724</id><published>2009-11-03T00:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:07:00.530-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><title type="text">Leaving Carolina</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/Su-oPZNA04I/AAAAAAAABgg/3ZMrhvL-bQY/s1600-h/Leaving+Carolina.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/Su-oPZNA04I/AAAAAAAABgg/3ZMrhvL-bQY/s200/Leaving+Carolina.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399719460657484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leaving Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Tamara Leigh&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9781601421661"&gt;Multnomah&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Piper Wick left her hometown of Pickwick, North Carolina, twelve years ago, shook the dust off her feet, ditched her drawl and her family name, and made a new life for herself as a high-powered public relations consultant in LA. She’s even “engaged to be engaged” to the picture-perfect U.S. Congressman Grant Spangler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of Piper’s hard-won happiness is threatened by a reclusive uncle’s bout of conscience. In the wake of a health scare, Uncle Obadiah Pickwick has decided to change his will, leaving money to make amends for four generations’ worth of family misdeeds. But that will reveal all the Pickwicks’ secrets, including Piper’s.&lt;br /&gt;Though Piper arrives in Pickwick primed for battle, she is unprepared for Uncle Obe’s rugged, blue-eyed gardener. So just who is Axel Smith? Why does he think making amends is more than just making restitution? And why, oh why, can’t she stay on task? With the Lord’s help, Piper is about to discover that although good PR might smooth things over, only the truth will set her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/Su-ovKzpg4I/AAAAAAAABgo/yr0uUSrolaI/s1600-h/Tamara+Leigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/Su-ovKzpg4I/AAAAAAAABgo/yr0uUSrolaI/s200/Tamara+Leigh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399720006548816770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Tamara Leigh earned a Masters Degree in Speech and Language Pathology, she and her husband decided to start a family, with plans for Tamara to continue in her career once she became a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blessing of children proved elusive, Tamara became convicted to find a way to work out of her home in order to raise the children she and her husband longed to have.  She turned to writing, at which she had only ever dreamed of being successful.  Shortly thereafter, her agent called with news of Bantam Books offer of a four-book contract.  That same day, Tamara's pregnancy was confirmed.  Within the next year, she gave up her speech pathology career, committed her life to Christ, her first child was born, and her first historical romance novel was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tamara continued to write for the secular market, publishing three more novels with HarperCollins and Dorchester, she infused her growing Christian beliefs into her writing.  But though her novels earned awards and were national bestsellers, she knew her stories were lacking.  After struggling with the certainty her writing was not honoring God as it should, she made the decision to write books that not only reveal Christianity to non-believers, but serve as an inspiration for those who have accepted Christ as their Savior.  Her inspirational romances are peopled with characters in varying stages of Christian faith, from mature believers to new believers to non-believers on the threshold of awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamara Leigh enjoys time with her family, reading, and--of course--writing.  She lives near Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two sons.  (From her &lt;a href="http://www.tamaraleigh.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed this charming book.  The baggage Piper brings home is a mismatched set, stuffed full of memories, frustration, embarrassment, and desperation.  Unfortunately, it just won't stay shut, and handsome Axel Smith seems to delight in watching her scramble for the escaping pieces.  His suggestions about how she might relieve herself of some of the particularly difficult ones are completely out of the question. . .except she keeps forgetting the question when he's around!  This is a great story of family, grace, and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase this book directly from the &lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9781601421661"&gt;publisher&lt;/a&gt; or from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1601421664/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_i5?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1GWGF9ZMTM74PQ4AYRBP&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; or your local bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Waterbrook Multnomah for providing a copy of this book for my review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-816167021335761724?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/816167021335761724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=816167021335761724&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/816167021335761724" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/816167021335761724" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaving-carolina.html" title="&lt;i&gt;Leaving Carolina&lt;/i&gt;" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/Su-oPZNA04I/AAAAAAAABgg/3ZMrhvL-bQY/s72-c/Leaving+Carolina.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-8980903808223818154</id><published>2009-11-02T00:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:10:40.830-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fall into Flavor" /><title type="text">Fall Into Flavor - Festive Fudge-Filled Bars</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/St4DiJKoNvI/AAAAAAAANns/cSK5emF_PUk/s200/Fall+into+Flavor+Button+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; BACKGROUND: #ffcc00; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc6600 4px solid"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;FESTIVE FUDGE-FILLED BARS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. quick cooking oats&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c. chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt;1 c. packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 c. margarine or butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. shortening&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. plain M&amp;amp;Ms, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375.  Grease jelly roll pan (or a 9x13 pan also works well &amp;amp; baking times are the same).  Mix first six ingredients (oats through salt) in large bowl.  Stir in melted butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs.  Reserve 1 1/2 c. of mixture and set aside.  Press remainder in bottom of pan.  Bake for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat shortening in 1 qt. saucepan over low heat until melted.  Stir in 1 c. of M&amp;Ms; press candies with back of spoon until they break into pieces.  Cook &amp;amp; stir until chocolate is melted (pieces of candy coating will remain).  Remove from heat and stir in condensed milk.  Spread over baked layer to within 1/2 inch of edges.  Mix reserved crumb mixture with remaining 1/2 c. of M&amp;amp;Ms.  Sprinkle evenly over chocolate mixture - press lightly.  Bake about 20 minutes until golden brown.  Cool &amp;amp; cut into bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the seasonally colored M&amp;amp;Ms makes this a striking dessert for any occasion!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find more yummy recipes over at Lid's &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-8980903808223818154?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8980903808223818154/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=8980903808223818154&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8980903808223818154" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8980903808223818154" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-into-flavor-festive-fudge-filled.html" title="Fall Into Flavor - Festive Fudge-Filled Bars" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/St4DiJKoNvI/AAAAAAAANns/cSK5emF_PUk/s72-c/Fall+into+Flavor+Button+09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-668788942746319509</id><published>2009-11-01T19:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:48:37.757-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Giving Thanks Challenge" /><title type="text">Giving Thanks Challenge</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://southbreezefarm.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-giving-thanks-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://southbreezefarm.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-giving-thanks-challenge.html" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/4034243273_d0271a8bbc_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had totally forgotten about this, so I'm so glad that &lt;a href="http://heart-of-service.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-giving-thanks.html"&gt;Xandra&lt;/a&gt; reminded me this morning!  Last year I participated in the &lt;a href="http://southbreezefarm.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-giving-thanks-challenge.html"&gt;Giving Thanks Challenge&lt;/a&gt; hosted by Leah at &lt;a href="http://southbreezefarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;South Breeze Farm&lt;/a&gt;, and it was such a blessing.  Each day during November, I will add one thing for which I'm thankful to the list in my sidebar. (My wrap-up list from 2008 is &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-thanks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)  How easy it is to just pray a generic "thanks" or to miss the ways God blesses me on a daily basis.  From the simple to the spiritual, I love the opportunity to focus my heart during this season as Thanksgiving Day approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join us!  Just click &lt;a href="http://southbreezefarm.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-giving-thanks-challenge.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-668788942746319509?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/668788942746319509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=668788942746319509&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/668788942746319509" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/668788942746319509" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks-challenge.html" title="Giving Thanks Challenge" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-3038349847544596896</id><published>2009-11-01T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:49:03.167-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title type="text">Have You Ever. . .?</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Found this fun little meme over at &lt;a href="http://quilldancer.com/2009/10/31/have-you-ever/"&gt;Quilly's&lt;/a&gt; and thought I'd give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Have you ever. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;1. Been pulled over?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.  I think about 4 times in my life.  The first time, I had on my nursing uniform and just got a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;2. Dyed your hair?&lt;/span&gt; Not even a drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;3. Pulled an all-nighter?&lt;/span&gt; Once during finals.  And then kept dozing off in the test.  Then I pulled LOTS of all-nighters when I worked the 11P-7A shift for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;4. Fallen down in public? &lt;/span&gt;Yes.  I'm sure &lt;a href="http://heart-of-service.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xandra&lt;/a&gt; will be only too glad to fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;5. Broken a bone?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-news.html"&gt;Yes&lt;/a&gt;, and I fear it's not the last time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;6. Had braces?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.  It's the only reason I can close my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;7. Built something out of wood?&lt;/span&gt;  A decoupage of the Tyndale printing press at VBS when I was a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;8. Been to Disneyland?&lt;/span&gt; No.  Just Disney World once, in conjunction with a work conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;9.  Eaten a Krispy Kreme donut?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but they aren't anywhere &lt;i&gt;near&lt;/i&gt; as good as &lt;a href="http://www.roundrockdonuts.com/"&gt;Round Rock Donuts&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;10. Screamed during a scary movie?&lt;/span&gt; Don't watch 'em.  I yelp when my man appears in the house after work and I didn't hear the door open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;11. Been to a professional sporting event? &lt;/span&gt;Houston Astros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;12. Slept till noon?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe once as a teen, but regularly when I worked nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;13. Been arrested?&lt;/span&gt; Only my attention (and some might say my development)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;14. Opened Christmas presents early?&lt;/span&gt; Not "illegally".  But when I was a kid and even now we've done family Christmas a few days early before leaving town.  Spreads out the fun and saves the hassle of toting them back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;15. Rolled down a hill?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;16. Toilet papered someone’s hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;se?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never.  I think my dad would have killed me.  Or made sure the answer to #13 was different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;17. Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/span&gt;  Yep. At both ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;18. Gotten seasick?&lt;/span&gt;  Never had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;19. Shared a sucker with your dog?&lt;/span&gt; Never had a dog.  Wouldn't do it if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;20. Been in an accident?&lt;/span&gt;  One fender bender in college.  And when &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-deer-and-antelope-play.html"&gt;the deer hit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-deer-and-antelope-play.html"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;21. Ridden in a limo?&lt;/span&gt; Only because that was the airport transportation when I went to Chicago once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;22. Had a pet fish?&lt;/span&gt;  Reluctantly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;23. Been ice skating?&lt;/span&gt;  I'm not sure I would call it that.  Precariously walking while desperately holding onto the side is more like it.  Made it 30 minutes and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;24. Locked your keys in the car?&lt;/span&gt;   I think so, but it was so many years ago I don't really remember.  I love love LOVE having the button to push on the keyring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;25. Ridden a horse?&lt;/span&gt; Lots of carousel horses and I think one real one as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me:  Have YOU ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-3038349847544596896?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3038349847544596896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=3038349847544596896&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/3038349847544596896" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/3038349847544596896" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-ever.html" title="Have You Ever. . .?" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-8991117786180594513</id><published>2009-10-31T17:55:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:06:33.730-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up" /><title type="text">Thirty-five Years Later, I Still Shudder</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I was little, Halloween was full of innocence and fun.  The year I was 13, the innocence and fun disappeared when &lt;a href="http://www.statesman.com/news/content/news/stories/local/2009/10/31/1031halloween.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happened on the outskirts of Houston, and it was maybe less than 5 miles from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuzJlnBjq2I/AAAAAAAABgY/2B4xDrqSYq4/s1600-h/Chronicle+Halloween+Cyanide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuzJlnBjq2I/AAAAAAAABgY/2B4xDrqSYq4/s200/Chronicle+Halloween+Cyanide.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398911701278239586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took several days for the police to track down all the clues and arrest the father, so for almost a week sheer terror filled the homes of anyone with a child.  The candy gleaned that year immediately went into our trash. (As the article indicates, many folks took theirs straight to the Police Department.)  Even after the father's arrest and conviction, the horror remained, and trick-or-treating virtually disappeared for several years.  When a few began venturing out, they only went to houses where they knew the residents, and hospitals advertised free x-rays of candy windfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't at all like the darker side of Halloween, I've been glad to see some of the fun and camaraderie for children return to neighborhoods in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuzHqxXm8KI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7D9N0WZ2uhM/s1600-h/pixy+stix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuzHqxXm8KI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7D9N0WZ2uhM/s200/pixy+stix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398909590931173538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But even after 35 years, it &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; makes me nervous to watch my girl (my boy's not big on candy) eat a Pixy Stix, even one that has come straight from a store.  I never was able to let her eat one from her Halloween bucket.  Some memories are just etched too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm curious about:  this was years before the age of cable news networks and internet, yet it was apparently a very well-publicized case, even attracting reporters from Europe to cover the trial.  So for those of you outside of Texas (or at least Houston) who old are enough to remember events of the mid-1970's:  did you hear about this? Where did you live? Did it impact your family's activities on Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper picture:  &lt;a href="http://www.statesman.com/news/content/news/stories/local/2009/10/31/1031halloween.html"&gt;Austin American-Statesman article 10/31/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixy Stix picture:  Google Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-8991117786180594513?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8991117786180594513/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=8991117786180594513&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8991117786180594513" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8991117786180594513" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/thirty-five-years-later-i-still-shudder.html" title="Thirty-five Years Later, I Still Shudder" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuzJlnBjq2I/AAAAAAAABgY/2B4xDrqSYq4/s72-c/Chronicle+Halloween+Cyanide.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-17134805641354276</id><published>2009-10-31T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:27:42.613-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Then Sings My Soul Saturdays" /><title type="text">TSMSS - A Blast from the Past!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thirty years ago (yikes!) I graduated from high school.  Contemporary Christian music was still relatively new, but there were some incredible songs and musicians in those early days.  During that time, Russ Taff was the lead singer with The Imperials and they were fantastic.  One of my all-time favorites was &lt;em&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;/em&gt;.  I still love it - such great truth in the words, and the conviction and passion as Russ sings it touches me.  A song is great when sung by a 25-year-old, but when he's 50 and has been through some of life's trials, it takes on even more depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNYw_lWwwA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNYw_lWwwA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't resist also posting the original from way back in 1979 - it has such a great piano accompaniment with it!  Those first notes of the intro always just grab me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/X0MGZX-sIn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/X0MGZX-sIn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=X0MGZX-sIn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=X0MGZX-sIn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=X0MGZX-sIn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=X0MGZX-sIn" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/X0MGZX-sIn/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/artists/the_imperials/music/_Orn39Ci/the-imperials-praise-the-lord-album/"&gt;Praise The Lord (Album) - The Imperials&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #666 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;PRAISE THE LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're up against a struggle&lt;br /&gt;That shatters all your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And your hopes have been cruelly crushed&lt;br /&gt;By Satan's manifested scheme&lt;br /&gt;And you feel the urge within you&lt;br /&gt;To submit to earthly fears&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the faith your standing in&lt;br /&gt;Seem to disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;He can work through those who praise Him&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;For our God inhabits praise&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;For the chains that seem to bind you&lt;br /&gt;Serve only to remind you&lt;br /&gt;That they drop powerless behind you&lt;br /&gt;When you praise Him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Satan is a liar&lt;br /&gt;And he wants to make us think&lt;br /&gt;That we are paupers&lt;br /&gt;When he knows himself&lt;br /&gt;We're children of the King&lt;br /&gt;So lift up the mighty shield of faith&lt;br /&gt;For the battle must be won&lt;br /&gt;We know that Jesus Christ is risen&lt;br /&gt;So the work's already done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN BY:  Brown Bannister &amp;amp; Mike Hudson&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy's&lt;/a&gt; for more music to bless your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-17134805641354276?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/17134805641354276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=17134805641354276&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/17134805641354276" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/17134805641354276" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/tsmss-blast-from-past.html" title="TSMSS - A Blast from the Past!" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-1931474827274797613</id><published>2009-10-30T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:12:32.999-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title type="text">Pass the Tortillas.  And the Biscuits, Cookies, Pizza, Chicken Fried Steak &amp; Gravy. . .</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuscCBgLxjI/AAAAAAAABf4/a2WVMvM0tt4/s1600-h/Pastries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuscCBgLxjI/AAAAAAAABf4/a2WVMvM0tt4/s200/Pastries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398439399422412338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;....and anything else with flour in it!  I am one relieved and happy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers as I went to the doctor this morning.  One of the things he tested me for was &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/celiac-disease/DS00319"&gt;celiac disease&lt;/a&gt;, which would have required me to remove &lt;a href="http://gfkitchen.server101.com/FoodstoAvoid1.htm"&gt;gluten&lt;/a&gt; from my diet.  I've always had an irritable digestive system that I've just attributed to peaks of stress, but adding that fact to the correlation between osteoporosis and celiac disease (and even migraines and celiac disease) and the rapidity with which they scheduled my appointment upon receiving the lab results led me to conclude that was the news I would hear this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adage that &lt;em&gt;A physician who treats himself has a fool for a patient&lt;/em&gt; (Sir William Osler) apparently applies to other members of the medical community as well.  Sigh.  (Do you know how nerve-wracking pregnancy was for me?  Especially after we had a couple of nieces and nephews born with issues?!  Being a nurse is a double-edged sword!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without boring you with the details, I will just say that the calcium that went into my body during that 24-hour collection period mostly landed in that nice little jug.  And the Vitamin D doesn't seem to cling to my bloodstream very well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SusczgvkwbI/AAAAAAAABgA/JpdCs2R_AvA/s1600-h/Pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SusczgvkwbI/AAAAAAAABgA/JpdCs2R_AvA/s200/Pills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398440249622053298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I came out with a fistful of prescriptions to add to the pill bottles on my counter.  As well as another jug to use in a few months to check progress.  The fun just never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.  I'd much rather pop pills than go the gluten-free route.  A couple of friends who have family members with this issue told me that even &lt;em&gt;toothpaste&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;communion wafers&lt;/em&gt; are an issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+4:4&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Man does not live on bread alone&lt;/a&gt;. . . .but it's nice to have some occasionally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-1931474827274797613?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1931474827274797613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=1931474827274797613&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1931474827274797613" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1931474827274797613" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/pass-tortillas-and-biscuits-cookies.html" title="Pass the Tortillas.  And the Biscuits, Cookies, Pizza, Chicken Fried Steak &amp; Gravy. . ." /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuscCBgLxjI/AAAAAAAABf4/a2WVMvM0tt4/s72-c/Pastries.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-3147952843628109954</id><published>2009-10-30T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:08:00.378-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title type="text">Finally Friday</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ah, it's one of my favorite weekends of the year.  Not because of Halloween.  Not because of a football game.  But because we get to move the clocks back and get that extra hour of sleep Saturday night!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That flippant little remark I made in this week's &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-random-dozen.html"&gt;Random Dozen&lt;/a&gt; that the sure sign I'm getting older is the array of pill bottles on my counter is coming back to haunt me.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SupOelao_lI/AAAAAAAABfw/o3FMJOapYp8/s1600-h/24+hour+urine+container.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SupOelao_lI/AAAAAAAABfw/o3FMJOapYp8/s200/24+hour+urine+container.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398213390703853138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 10 days ago I saw an endocrinologist to try to figure out why such young (ahem!) bones have already have such advanced osteoporosis  (If you've been around awhile you might remember &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-news.html"&gt;I broke my foot&lt;/a&gt; a year ago just walking across the church foyer.) and what can be done about it.  So he ordered some labwork and also sent me home with one of these delightful 24-hour containers.  (It does help being a nurse at times!)  Anyway, as a friend says, to make a short story long, they called yesterday with those lovely words: "The doctor would like you to come in for an appointment to discuss your lab results."  It doesn't take a &lt;del&gt;rocket scientist&lt;/del&gt; nurse to figure out the results are not normal!  At least they had an appointment available first thing this morning so I don't have to stew about it over the weekend.  Because of course I know what he was screening for.  (This is when it is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; helpful being a nurse!)  And while it is not life-threatening, it will be life-altering and take some major adjustment.  But we'll see what he says.  I'd appreciate any prayers you'd care to lift up on my behalf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the doctor lately makes me feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px;  BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px solid"&gt;I started out with nothing ... I still have most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did my wild oats turn to prunes and All Bran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all is not lost, where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first rule of holes:  If you are in one, stop digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all so different before everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the buck stopped here. I could use a few ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play chess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to meet expenses ... they're everywhere.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SupCG7otXzI/AAAAAAAABfo/b2Ws6gZS5hU/s1600-h/Cell+Project.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SupCG7otXzI/AAAAAAAABfo/b2Ws6gZS5hU/s200/Cell+Project.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398199790212046642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl survived her projects last week.  I didn't get a picture of her scrapbook, but here is her cell for Biology.  She worked really hard and was creative in the things she figured out to use to recreate the "organelles." (I just call them the innards!)  Not that I'm biased or anything!  But her teacher apparently thought so, too, and my girl got 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my boy escaped that project when he was in Pre-AP Biology, but he is counting his blessings after watching her.  He's not so much into crafty things.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my girl has auditions for All-State orchestra.  Although she won't find out the results for a while, she would be thrilled for it to be a treat rather than a trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, although I don't condone intoxication, I kinda hope &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33519617/ns/us_news-weird_news/"&gt;these guys&lt;/a&gt; were drunk and not as desperately short of brain cells as it would appear when they chose their criminal disguises.  I love how the last sentence says so much in so few words: &lt;em&gt;Attorneys for the men declined comment.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-3147952843628109954?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3147952843628109954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=3147952843628109954&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/3147952843628109954" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/3147952843628109954" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-friday.html" title="Finally Friday" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SupOelao_lI/AAAAAAAABfw/o3FMJOapYp8/s72-c/24+hour+urine+container.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-1696102896314569623</id><published>2009-10-29T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:46:53.772-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humility" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title type="text">Hole-y Humbled</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had a helping of humility yesterday, served with several dozen doughnut holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what's a little humility without sharing it on my blog for the &lt;del&gt;whole wide world&lt;/del&gt; 3 of you to read?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up our six-week study of Vicki Courtney's &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com/lwstore/product.asp?ISBN=1415867348&amp;amp;crossSell=true"&gt;5 Conversations You Must Have With Your Daughter&lt;/a&gt; yesterday morning with a brunch.  I know lots of churches are enjoying this study and moms are being greatly encouraged to have keep those lines of communications open and talk, talk, talk with their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a little extra bonus at our brunch that other churches don't get to have:  Vicki came for a Q&amp;amp;A time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I would brag or anything.  Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those who don't know, Vicki &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/booked-for-holidays-bonus-giveaway.html"&gt;goes to my church&lt;/a&gt;.  Or I guess I should say, I go to &lt;i&gt;hers&lt;/i&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was talking about humility.  &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; definitely wasn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as brunches typically are organized, we all signed up to bring something.  I was in the Muffins/Bread/Coffeecake category and had several options in mind, among them my &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-into-flavor-chocolate-muffins.html"&gt;Chocolate Muffins&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-into-flavor-great-bundt-cake.html"&gt;Apple-Walnut Bundt Cake&lt;/a&gt;, as well as a couple of newer recipes I've been wanting to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out though, Tuesday I was essentially gone all day, picked up kids from school, made dinner, went to piano, and by the time the running around was done about 8:00 I was wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, the one who loves to bake and who &lt;del&gt;brags about&lt;/del&gt; insists on making everything from scratch, took doughnut holes.  And even worse, they were from the grocery store because &lt;a href="http://www.roundrockdonuts.com/history/"&gt;our famous and  irresistible doughnut shop&lt;/a&gt; was the wrong direction and I didn't have time to go by there after taking my kids to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, they didn't kick me out of the study, and the world hasn't fallen off of its axis.  Yet.  But I'm thinking I need to get out the mixer just to make amends lest it feel jilted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;i&gt;hole&lt;/i&gt; new experience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-1696102896314569623?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1696102896314569623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=1696102896314569623&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1696102896314569623" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1696102896314569623" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/hole-y-humbled.html" title="Hole-y Humbled" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-789203962579260471</id><published>2009-10-28T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:59:05.597-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random dozen" /><title type="text">Wednesday Random Dozen</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;1. Tell me something about your favorite teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it will be no surprise to those of you who hang around this blog to find out that my favorite teacher taught English.  High school, 11th grade. She was challenging but made it so much fun.  We focused on literature and also vocabulary (to prep for the SAT and those dreaded analogies!).  I still exchange Christmas cards with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Tell me about one pivotal moment in your life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the end of my sophomore year in high school, we moved 17 miles across Houston.  Before we moved, we were in a deteriorating neighborhood, we went to an old church where 85% of the members were over 60 years old and there were about 4 kids in the youth group, I was introverted and fearful and shy.  We moved to an area with two high schools within 2 miles of each other - that's how many teenagers there were - and joined a church that ran around 60 in the youth group.  It made an incredible difference in my life and my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. About favorite colors--a lot of people will ask you what it is, but I want to know why it is. What feeling or memory does it evoke? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my favorite color was always yellow - bright, sunshiny, happy yellow.  I don't know if I have one single favorite color because it depends on what it's for.  I do still tend to like bright cheery colors - dark purple, fuschia, royal blue.  They give me energy and make me happy.  I have the opposite reaction to colors like rust, &lt;del&gt;puke&lt;/del&gt; sage or olive green, gold (except jewelry!) or brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. What's a sure sign that you're getting older? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pill bottles in my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Please don't sermonize, but Halloween--is it a yes or no for you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, yes.  In reality, no.  Halloween costumes are a nightmare for a creatively impaired mom like me.  And we don't live in a young "fun" neighborhood.  I'm glad the kids are older and past that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. What's your favorite musical? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Lidna, the Anti-Musical, asked this question!  Thirty years ago I would have said &lt;i&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt;.  Now I think it may be &lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;.  And I absolutely love &lt;i&gt;Fiddler on the Roof&lt;/i&gt;.  And seeing &lt;i&gt;Wicked&lt;/i&gt; live this summer was incredible.  I even like &lt;i&gt;High School Musical&lt;/i&gt;!  Musicals are just fun and make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Are you more of a city mouse or country mouse? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City suburb, through and through.  Too many animals in the country.  And noises.  And it's waaaay too scary-dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Did you know that it is possible, for a small fee, to name a real star after someone? (It's true! Google it!) If someone were to name a star for you, would you appreciate it for its whimsy and romance, or would you say, "Are you kidding me? For $19.95 we could have gone to the movie and actually bought popcorn."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would not make me at all &lt;i&gt;starry&lt;/i&gt;-eyed!  I'd much rather have something tangible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;This question comes from Paula at &lt;a href="http://hisways-isaiah558.blogspot.com/"&gt;His Ways Are Not Our Ways&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the craziest thing you've ever been doing and texted during it? I only thought of this b/c I was about to try to text during my walking video but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;(Paula, you do know that this blog is rated G, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't text much.  I think I tried to text once while I was drying my hair.  Neither worked very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. "It's not a party unless _______." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are there!  And chocolate, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. When you're stuck in traffic or a waiting room, what do you do to pass the time? PS: There are no magazines available. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I usually take a book with me.  Otherwise, I love to watch people.  People fascinate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. If you weren't yourself, would you be friends with you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I'm loyal, caring, and love to do things for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more random info about folks by visiting our lovely hostess, Lid at &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-789203962579260471?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/789203962579260471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=789203962579260471&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/789203962579260471" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/789203962579260471" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-random-dozen.html" title="Wednesday Random Dozen" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-1054811769733483896</id><published>2009-10-27T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:14:00.185-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CFBA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><title type="text">CFBA - A Little Help From My Friends</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/1600/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5500/1432/320/CFBAreviewer_gif.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianfictionblogalliance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian Fiction Blog Alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is introducing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446407577"&gt;A Little Help from My Friends&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FaithWords (October 15, 2009) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anneandmay.com/"&gt;Anne Dayton &amp;amp; May Vanderbilt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SjWsj3j8UOI/AAAAAAAACyo/6Yyn--PO9YA/s1600-h/59951_dayton_anne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SjWsj3j8UOI/AAAAAAAACyo/6Yyn--PO9YA/s320/59951_dayton_anne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369864782434530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNE DAYTON graduated from Princeton University and is earning her master's degree in English literature at New York University. She works for a New York publishing company and lives in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY VANDERBILT graduated from Baylor University and went on to earn a master's degree in fiction from Johns Hopkins University. She lives in San Francisco, where she writes about food, fashion, and nightlife in the Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, the two women are the authors of &lt;a href="http://www.anneandmay.com/AMBooks.html"&gt;Miracle Girls series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SuUDciD8N7I/AAAAAAAADG4/2-v1ULRlIiE/s1600-h/alittlehelpfrommyfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SuUDciD8N7I/AAAAAAAADG4/2-v1ULRlIiE/s320/alittlehelpfrommyfriends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723517187962802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoe is used to being overlooked. As the youngest and shyest Miracle Girl, she was happy to fade into the background last year. But when she sheds her baby fat and shoots up four inches the summer before her junior year, everything changes. Now she's turning heads at school, and this new attention is beginning to strain her relationship with her sweet, serious boyfriend, Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure builds when Zoe's assigned partner for history class is Dean Marchese--a handsome New York transplant who isn't afraid to show her how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;Just when she needs her three best friends the most, the Miracle Girls are suffering from boy troubles of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Zoe's rock-solid home life begins to shake underneath her when her parents' relationship frays in the face of serious financial burdens. As this uncertain year of growing pains comes to a frenetic head, the quietest Miracle Girl must find her voice at long last and take control of her own destiny . . . with more than a little help from her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read the first chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0446407577"&gt;A Little Help from My Friends&lt;/a&gt;, go &lt;a href="http://thestorybeginnings.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-help-from-my-friends-chapter-1.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Miracle Girls book I have read, and I enjoyed it.  I appreciate books that show realistic Christian kids navigating through believable circumstances, sometimes stumbling along the way, but learning how to walk with God in their lives.  I'll be passing this one on to my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-1054811769733483896?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1054811769733483896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=1054811769733483896&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1054811769733483896" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1054811769733483896" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/cfba-little-help-from-my-friends.html" title="CFBA - &lt;i&gt;A Little Help From My Friends&lt;/i&gt;" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m32TlugOPkM/SjWsj3j8UOI/AAAAAAAACyo/6Yyn--PO9YA/s72-c/59951_dayton_anne.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-2896703950481141190</id><published>2009-10-26T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:41:01.092-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fall into Flavor" /><title type="text">Fall Into Flavor - Chocolate Muffins</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253097159800265394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/SObACOSCGrI/AAAAAAAAJYE/bOH2lNc7KSo/s200/Fall+into+Flavor5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fall brings cooler temperatures and sends us into the kitchen to warm our homes and our senses with the aromas and tastes of good food.  Lid at &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt; is hosting Fall Into Flavor to give us an opportunity to share some of our favorite &lt;del&gt;healthy&lt;/del&gt; decadent comfort foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this recipe shortly after I married from a woman at my church who brought these to an event.  They were a staple at any ladies tea or brunch, and I think of her whenever I make them.  Fair warning though:  it is impossible to eat just one, and since they are bite-size, it's easy to lose track of how many you've popped in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; BACKGROUND: #ffcc00; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc6600 4px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc6600 4px solid"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chocolate Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Melt and set aside:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mix:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;Add to melted chocolate, mixing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. pecans&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease &amp; flour miniature muffin tins.  Using small cookie scoop, spoon batter into pans.  Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes.  Immediately remove from pan and cool on wire rack. Makes 2 dozen miniature muffins.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt; to find more recipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-2896703950481141190?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2896703950481141190/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=2896703950481141190&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2896703950481141190" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/2896703950481141190" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-into-flavor-chocolate-muffins.html" title="Fall Into Flavor - Chocolate Muffins" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/SObACOSCGrI/AAAAAAAAJYE/bOH2lNc7KSo/s72-c/Fall+into+Flavor5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-7879610416812884397</id><published>2009-10-25T17:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:09:53.844-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non-fiction" /><title type="text">A Praying Life</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Why do so many of us find it easy to pour out our hearts to our spouses and our friends, talking about anything and everything with them and listening to their thoughts as well, yet when it comes to prayer, we find ourselves tongue-tied?  Why do we so often exhaust all other options, finally resignedly saying "All that I can do now is pray"?  Why does it sometimes seem as if prayer is just another thing on our To Do List of spiritual activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuTd6f_OXWI/AAAAAAAABfY/wPel-tE5V8g/s1600-h/A+Praying+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuTd6f_OXWI/AAAAAAAABfY/wPel-tE5V8g/s200/A+Praying+Life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396682250585529698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;em&gt;A Praying Life&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/product/9781600063008/A-Praying-Life-Paul-E-Miller"&gt;NavPress&lt;/a&gt;), Paul E. Miller has written an honest, down-to-earth, and extremely practical book.  Right at the beginning, he identifies that the focus of the book is not prayer, but getting to know God.  We have no problem communicating with someone we know and love!  The tone of this book is one of encouragement. Prayer is not some ethereal concept or Olympic-level activity attainable only to  professional pastors and theologians.  God longs to hear the prayers of each of His children.  There is no caveat of "Don't Try This At Home" attached to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book opens with the section Learning to Pray Like a Child.  This may be one of the most crucial aspects we need to learn and re-learn.  I love how he says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px;  BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px solid"&gt;Jesus does not say, "Come to me, all you who have learned how to concentrate in prayer, whose minds no longer wander, and I will give you rest."  No, Jesus opens his arms to his needy children and says, "Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:38, NASB).  The criteria for coming to Jesus is weariness.  Come overwhelmed with life.  Come with your wandering mind.  Come messy.  (pp. 51-52)&lt;/blockquote&gt;  He wants us as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's subsequent sessions are Learning to Trust Again, Learning to Ask Your Father, Living in Your Father's Story, and Learning to Pray in Real Life.  Illustrations from the life of his own family, including transparent sharing of difficult lessons he's learned, are scattered throughout and make this an authentic book rather than a dry theological tome.  While I think most of the time we need to quit reading books ABOUT prayer and just pray, I recommend this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S FACE IT!  PRAYER IS HARD!  In fact, prayer is so hard that most of us simply do not pray unless an illness or a public setting, such as saying grace at a meal, demands it.  Prayerlessness is rooted in a core unbelief that can shape our lives, even as Christians.  Because of prayerlessness, our lives are often marked by fear, anxiety, joylessness, and spiritual lethargy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If prayerlessness marks your life more often than not, then this book is for you.  Basing the text on the popular PrayerLife seminar, which has encouraged thousands of Christians to a vibrant prayer life, Paul Miller writes to the heart of the matter.  This is, indeed, the book for any Christian who wants to know the joy and power of a vibrant prayer life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Praying Life&lt;/em&gt; is an honest look at the difficulties of prayer, unanswered prayers, and successes in prayer. Readers will appreciate Paul Miller's down-to-earth approach and practical nature. Parents will find his family-life experiences especially helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuTc9oi6LRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/aN5DZjjXoAc/s1600-h/Paul+Miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuTc9oi6LRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/aN5DZjjXoAc/s200/Paul+Miller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396681204910664978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul spent his childhood in California and Oregon, moving east when his father, Dr. Jack Miller, began teaching at Westminster Seminary. After graduating from college, Paul taught at inner-city Christian schools in Philadelphia for ten years. With a group of parents, he started Spruce Hill Christian School (K-8), an inner-city, multiracial school where he was principal and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983, he helped his father found World Harvest Mission, where he served as the associate director from 1983 until 1996. In 1999, he completed a master of divinity at Biblical Seminary and founded seeJesus.net, a mission that helps Christians and non-Christians alike “see Jesus” through inductive Bible studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his time as associate director, Paul wrote several discipling courses, including a course on grace called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sonship&lt;/span&gt;. In the early '90s, Paul also wrote The Love Course, a course that studies the personality of Jesus as a way of learning to love. In 2001, Paul wrote &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love Walked Among Us&lt;/span&gt; (NavPress). Paul weaves stories of his own struggles to love with stories of how Jesus loves. The book is based on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Person of Jesus&lt;/span&gt; study, an in-depth, inductive Bible study of what Jesus is like as a person. Both the book and the study are written to include non-Christians who have no background in Christianity. In 2005, the PrayerLife study was released, which is an eleven-week course on prayer for “badly praying Christians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is married to Jill, who is known for her sense of humor and faith. They have six children, seven grandchildren, three goats, two donkeys, and two dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase &lt;em&gt;A Praying Life&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Life-Connecting-Distracting-World/dp/1600063004/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256512693&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; or your favorite Christian bookseller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to NavPress for providing a copy of this book for me to review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-7879610416812884397?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7879610416812884397/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=7879610416812884397&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/7879610416812884397" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/7879610416812884397" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/praying-life.html" title="A Praying Life" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/SuTd6f_OXWI/AAAAAAAABfY/wPel-tE5V8g/s72-c/A+Praying+Life.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-8186962028558271024</id><published>2009-10-24T00:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:14:59.175-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Then Sings My Soul Saturdays" /><title type="text">TSMSS - Choosing Faith in Spite of Feelings</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When the world says. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;All roads lead to God.&lt;br /&gt;If it feels good, do it.&lt;br /&gt;Look out for #1.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're worth it.&lt;br /&gt;A loving God wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is believing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px;  BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px solid"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark%209:24&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Mark 9:24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . .this is how we set our hearts at rest &lt;br /&gt;in His presence&lt;br /&gt;whenever our hearts condemn us"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20John%203:18-20&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;1 John 3:19-20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even church can sometimes be a source of frustration and even guilt as worship music and sermons often generate emotional responses from others that we don't always experience ourselves.  Yet faith is not based on feeling but on Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song.  It's simple but has such powerful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sa4VJUsEL_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sa4VJUsEL_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #666 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #666 2px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666 2px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I BELIEVE, HELP THOU MY UNBELIEF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Help thou my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;I take the finite risk of trusting like a child&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Help Thou my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the unknown, trusting all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long so much&lt;br /&gt;To feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;That others seem to know&lt;br /&gt;Should I never feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;I claim Him, even so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Help Thou my unbelief&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the unknown, trusting all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words &amp;amp; Music by Bill &amp;amp; Gloria Gaither&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy's&lt;/a&gt; for more songs to bless your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-8186962028558271024?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8186962028558271024/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=8186962028558271024&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8186962028558271024" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/8186962028558271024" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/tsmss-choosing-faith-in-spite-of.html" title="TSMSS - Choosing Faith in Spite of Feelings" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-39855712405762806</id><published>2009-10-23T00:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:08:58.538-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title type="text">Friday Fun</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eventually you can do whatever you want:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reporter interviewed a 104-year-old woman.&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked.&lt;br /&gt;She simply replied, "No peer pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I couldn't resist passing this along. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hungry traveller stops at a monastery and is taken to the kitchens. A brother is frying chips.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you the friar?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I'm the chip monk," he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-39855712405762806?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/39855712405762806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=39855712405762806&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/39855712405762806" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/39855712405762806" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-fun_23.html" title="Friday Fun" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172707736566212799.post-1080141038254791297</id><published>2009-10-22T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:01:00.993-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non-fiction" /><title type="text">Redefining { beau-ti-ful }</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is easy to be discouraged by the messages constantly bombarded at girls by today's society.  It seems as if every ad, every magazine, every clothing store is promoting an unrealistic and ungodly image of beauty, one which is impossible to attain.  At the same time, I am so encouraged by the efforts of numerous Christian musicians and speakers to counter this attack with solid Biblical truth.  I posted Jonny Diaz's song &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/tsmss-more-beautiful-you.html"&gt;More Beautiful You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; last Saturday, and now I have a great book for you to share with your daughters and the girls in your youth group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/St_MPZVid9I/AAAAAAAABe8/9_3HCa1gAjE/s200/Redefining+Beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395255443484473298" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=1400314283&amp;amp;title=Redefining-Beautiful&amp;amp;authors=Jenna-Lucado-and-Max-Lucado"&gt;Redefining Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Jenna Lucado is aimed at doing just that: helping girls to see themselves from God's perspective rather than through the world's distorted lens.  In chapters as fresh and down-to-earth as if she were chatting at a sleepover, Jenna addresses these matters of the heart in the style of a makeover, with interactive questions and short quizzes to help girls evaluate their friendships, their relationships with their dad, and how they relate to God.  Sprinkled throughout the book are Beauty Tips ranging from the practical (such as get plenty of sleep, wear sunscreen, and dress modestly) to the personal (such as meditate on God's word, know your worth).  Snippets of encouragement -- and anecdotes from Jenna's growing-up years! -- are provided throughout the book by Jenna's dad, Max Lucado.  This is an excellent book for any girl in middle school and high school, and would also be great as a small group study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOOK DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling very beautiful? Learn what beauty is from God's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolve speaker Jenna Lucado has teamed up with her dad, Max Lucado, to bring girls a fresh perspective on what they need to live a life of peace, joy, and confidence. What does God see when He looks at them? And how does a girl catch that vision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna reveals life accessories that are essential, and which single accessory is a real must-have to give teens a look they love—a look that says they are comfortable with who they are and secure and confident. What’s the all-important accessory? Love from a father. But what happens when there is no loving father in sight, no daddy to tell them they are beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through conversational “girl time” Jenna reveals that when we look to God as our Father, He can change our focus, our look, and our lives. With affirmation from Max, &lt;i&gt;Redefining Beautiful&lt;/i&gt; will change the way girls look at God, themselves, and the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/St_Mqm96y2I/AAAAAAAABfE/tsT8Bva5BrI/s1600-h/LucadoJenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/St_Mqm96y2I/AAAAAAAABfE/tsT8Bva5BrI/s200/LucadoJenna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395255910999968610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Jenna Lucado is sure of anything, she is sure of this, “I have a deep calling on my life to give hope to teenage girls.” What started out as a heart to encourage teen girls has now blossomed into a ministry. Daughter of best-selling Christian author Max Lucado, Jenna has realized that she has inherited a passion for writing and speaking just like her dad. She is currently a part of the Revolve Tour, an event for teen girls that includes a line-up of Christian artists like Natalie Grant, as well as speaker and author, Chad Eastham and many more. In September 2009 the release of her debut book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Redefining Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, hit bookstore shelves. Jenna has also narrated part of Thomas Nelson’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Word of Promise: Next Generation&lt;/span&gt;. Through all the piling projects, Jenna is driven by the thought of one more girl hearing about the love of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase &lt;i&gt;Redefining Beautiful&lt;/i&gt; directly from &lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=1400314283&amp;amp;title=Redefining-Beautiful&amp;amp;authors=Jenna-Lucado-and-Max-Lucado"&gt;Thomas Nelson Publishers&lt;/a&gt; or from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Redefining-Beautiful-What-Sees-When/dp/1400314283/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252964057&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; and other booksellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Thomas Nelson Book Review Blogger Program for providing a review copy of this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lindasigcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/lindasigcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172707736566212799-1080141038254791297?l=mochawithlinda.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1080141038254791297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2172707736566212799&amp;postID=1080141038254791297&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1080141038254791297" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172707736566212799/posts/default/1080141038254791297" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/redefining-beau-ti-ful.html" title="Redefining { beau-ti-ful }" /><author><name>Mocha with Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387717261200678465</uri><email>mochawithlinda@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08374145571898761043" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xb73sOmEr_w/St_MPZVid9I/AAAAAAAABe8/9_3HCa1gAjE/s72-c/Redefining+Beautiful.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry></feed>
