<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133</id><updated>2011-11-23T05:34:59.173-06:00</updated><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Book Club'/><category term='ebooks'/><category term='Bible study'/><category term='New Year&apos;s'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='legacy'/><category term='excuses'/><category term='Care Packages'/><category term='Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Blog Carnival'/><category term='Read it ~ Share it'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='routines'/><category term='Devotion'/><category term='Dan Clark'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='GPS'/><category term='What I Learned'/><category term='Queen of the Homefront'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='kids'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Life Happens After Java</title><subtitle type='html'>The best things in life come after a good cup of coffee.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-4457133066450719892</id><published>2010-11-17T17:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:43:42.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Traditions</title><content type='html'>I love the holiday season! Just think of all the coffee flavor choices only available this time of year! Peppermint mocha, Gingerbread, Pumpkin spice...Yummmmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we prepare to embark on our family travels, I have a confession. My husband and I have been in complete rebellion for cooking Thanksgiving turkeys. That's right. We don't make turkey for Thanksgiving. Actually, to be honest we don't cook ham or turkey at all during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at a brief glance, I realize that we will have holiday dinners at least 7 times in the next 10 days. That's a lot of turkey, my friends. (And we are glad to eat it :) Who knows how many more events we will attend in December?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an effort to fully enjoy our holiday gatherings, we will once again be saving our turkeys and hams (purchased at holiday discounts) to cook in January. And when we show up at your doorstep, we will be ready for your yummy stuffing, sweet potatoes and fried turkey - happily!&lt;br /&gt;As for my menu plan? We're having lasagna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-4457133066450719892?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4457133066450719892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=4457133066450719892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4457133066450719892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4457133066450719892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-traditions.html' title='Holiday Traditions'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-5154879897257054492</id><published>2010-11-08T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:07:23.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read It ~ Share It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/TNggE4uhJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/i-N47a9A2Ws/s1600/Hate+Filled+Hypocrites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537211010171086786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/TNggE4uhJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/i-N47a9A2Ws/s320/Hate+Filled+Hypocrites.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder why different sources quote different statistics? Are you frustrated to hear that Christianity is in decline? I challenge you to read Bradley Wright's book called Christians Are Hate-Filled Hypocrites ...and Other Lies You've Been Told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wright gives us a behind the scenes look at how survey questions are worded and how the phraseology affects results. Charts and graphs accompany many of his studies to show how we interpret data, sometimes in flawed ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, a group of people were asked to classify themselves using different religious labels. Instead of using the word Christian, they used the word evangelical. The results showed huge negative feelings toward evangelicals. Why? Because many people thought the word referred to television evangelists. The response to the question merely reflected person's feeling about television evangelists, NOT Christianity as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hundreds of examples and explanations are reviewed in this book. Oddly, I was encouraged bythe misrepresentation of faith in our media. Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem. Could church attendance percentages be inaccurate? What about the number of people who convert from mainline Christianity to Mormonism? Maybe everything we've been told is only a foggy outline of the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you are watching your favorite news channel, steaming cup of java in your hand, step back from those opinion polls and ask yourself how the results may have been skewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read It ~ Share It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-5154879897257054492?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5154879897257054492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=5154879897257054492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5154879897257054492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5154879897257054492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/11/read-it-share-it.html' title='Read It ~ Share It'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/TNggE4uhJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/i-N47a9A2Ws/s72-c/Hate+Filled+Hypocrites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-1769806807565462912</id><published>2010-06-29T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:29:38.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read It~Share It: Sixteen Brides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/TCoRLN1Na2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/29dOVuei0FI/s1600/sixteen+brides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488217980293442402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/TCoRLN1Na2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/29dOVuei0FI/s320/sixteen+brides.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Striving to create new homesteads in the frontier of Nebraska, sixteen women embark on a journey of self discovery. Each woman has compelling reasons for leaving the comforts of a former home - loss of a spouse, rejection, or simply being beyond "marriable" age. As the train arrives in the small town, the women are shocked to discover what the men of the Plum Grove were expecting - brides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen Brides takes a fresh perspective on historical fiction. While there is a romantic element, the story focuses on healing, self discovery and supporting one another during difficult circumstances.Ruth, Hettie, Caroline and the others struggle through many of the same issues women experience today because of separation or divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my military spouses friends will appreciate this story as it touches on our desire to be strong when our husbands are away. How many times have you had to "homestead" without him? Have you faced weather conditions foreign to your experiences? Have you felt like an outsider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired to courageous living as you embark on your own adventure! Read it! Share it! And don't forget the coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the views I express about this selection are my own. Thank you to Bethany House for providing this and other titles for review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-1769806807565462912?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1769806807565462912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=1769806807565462912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1769806807565462912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1769806807565462912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/06/read-itshare-it-sixteen-brides.html' title='Read It~Share It: Sixteen Brides'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/TCoRLN1Na2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/29dOVuei0FI/s72-c/sixteen+brides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-3735151752799853605</id><published>2010-06-20T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:34:26.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacred Journey</title><content type='html'>Road trips are an integral part of my existance. Perhaps this craving for a journey is what intrigued me about Charles Foster's book, The Sacred Journey. He suggests that a pilrimage is an essential part of every faith inluding Christianity taking Jesus' words to "follow me" in a literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster shares stories of how faith development is a series of experiences. He travels the globe in a nomadic lifestyle exploring faith in a way most of us would shy away from. While I disagreed with some of Foster's conclusions, I found the anecdotes thought-provoking. Some may even consider his views on theology to be offensive, which the author fairly warns in the preface. Regardless of your assessment, you will find that journeys change our lives forever. Will you find God on your personal pilgrimage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacred Journey by Charles Foster was provided by Thomas Nelson Publishers. The ideas expressed in this review are my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-3735151752799853605?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/3735151752799853605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=3735151752799853605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/3735151752799853605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/3735151752799853605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/06/sacred-journey.html' title='The Sacred Journey'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-4455397860109012449</id><published>2010-06-04T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:45:00.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Line...</title><content type='html'>Some boundaries are clearly defined like the yellow stripe on a busy street or a wall around a summer garden. They keep us in... or out.. of certain spaces. The rules about these boundaries are easy to identify because they are marked with tangible objects. With some boundaries, a list of laws is posted so you do not forget what the boundary means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trafficsign.us/100/reg/r10-6a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.trafficsign.us/100/reg/r10-6a.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trafficsign.us/100/reg/r10-6a.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Is there any doubt what the creator of this sign means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trafficsign.us/100/reg/r10-6a.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional and relationship boundaries are much more confusing. This week a friend and I were talking about "where to draw the line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your child is venting about a tough day, when does it become disrespectful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When moms give and give and give and give of themselves, when does it become unhealthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relative makes a suggestion about how you should raise your kids, when does it become critical or even hateful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;fine line &lt;/em&gt;boundaries seem to ebb and flow like the tides. I know when I've crossed one, because I can feel the tension. But how can we expect others in our lives to respect our boundaries, when we don't communicate in traffic signs or brick walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time today to examine your own fine lines. What one thing could you do or say to communicate your emotional boundaries?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-4455397860109012449?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4455397860109012449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=4455397860109012449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4455397860109012449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4455397860109012449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/06/fine-line.html' title='A Fine Line...'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-5804926465003483261</id><published>2010-05-04T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:00:04.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MilSpouse Top Ten List - Part 2</title><content type='html'>My Top Ten - Tough Things About Being a Military Spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Monday mornings...&lt;br /&gt;9. The week before deployment.&lt;br /&gt;8. When the base gate is locked down, and I'm late for an appt.&lt;br /&gt;7. Keeping all the acronyms straight. POC? POV? PCS? PDA?&lt;br /&gt;6. Constantly living in a state of "change of address"&lt;br /&gt;5. Changing doctors, dentists, and schools&lt;br /&gt;4. Industrial tile in my dining room. Thank you base housing.&lt;br /&gt;3. My social security number no longer means anything.&lt;br /&gt;2. You measure time by where you are in the deployment schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one tough thing about being a military spouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saying goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-5804926465003483261?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5804926465003483261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=5804926465003483261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5804926465003483261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5804926465003483261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/05/milspouse-top-ten-list-part-2.html' title='MilSpouse Top Ten List - Part 2'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-5837265923904702974</id><published>2010-05-03T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:00:04.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MilSpouse Top Ten List</title><content type='html'>Today's top ten list is brought to you by:&lt;br /&gt;MilSpouses Rock Blog Carnival at &lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;Wives of Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN Best Things about Being a Military Spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Military discounts!&lt;br /&gt;9. New wardrobes for every PCS based on climate.&lt;br /&gt;8. PWOC (Protestant Women of the Chapel) meets worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sense of security especially when you have to show your ID to go home.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sort everything you own, every two years.&lt;br /&gt;5. Military installations offer one-stop shopping: Commissary, BX/PX, gas station, library, Burger King...&lt;br /&gt;4. Ahhh. The sound of aircraft taking off warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;3. Good reason to decorate in red, white and blue all year round.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make friends all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My man looks good in a uniform!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-5837265923904702974?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5837265923904702974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=5837265923904702974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5837265923904702974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5837265923904702974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/05/milspouse-top-ten-list.html' title='MilSpouse Top Ten List'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8092471798594052819</id><published>2010-05-02T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:05:35.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MilSpouse Bible Verse</title><content type='html'>Military spouses across the country are joining the blog carnival sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;Wives of Faith&lt;/a&gt;. Today we are sharing a scripture verse that impacts our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, we PCS'ed to Cannon AFB in New Mexico and I met a wonderful group of Christian ladies. One day as we were praying about an upcoming event, the Lord led us to Isaiah 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The desert and the parched land will be glad;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wilderness will rejoice and blossom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the crocus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah goes on to describe the streams in the desert and the restoration of the people of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that even though we live in a desert, either physically or spiritually, God causes the flowers to bloom like a beautiful oasis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8092471798594052819?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8092471798594052819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8092471798594052819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8092471798594052819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8092471798594052819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/05/milspouse-bible-verse.html' title='MilSpouse Bible Verse'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-1763385574627563216</id><published>2010-05-01T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:14:09.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Carnival'/><title type='text'>My MilSpouse Story</title><content type='html'>I met my husband in college and never dreamed I'd be a military spouse. Jamie was in the Marine Corps reserves which made it more of a weekend hobby than a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on our honeymoon, we heard that Saddam Hussein had invaded Kuwait. He knew that our new life together was going to be a bit different then we had planned. Three months later we celebrated Thanksgiving, announced that we were expecting our first child, and sent him off to Operation Desert Storm. Through his experiences in the "catbox" he heard God calling him to ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, after seminary and local church ministry, it was time to return to the military,this time as an Air Force Chaplain. We love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find more stories from Military spouses this week on the &lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;Wives of Faith blog carnival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-1763385574627563216?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1763385574627563216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=1763385574627563216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1763385574627563216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1763385574627563216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-milspouse-story.html' title='My MilSpouse Story'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-488623305977951443</id><published>2010-05-01T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:03:16.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Distant Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.revellbooks.com/Media/PubComProductCatalog/9780800734213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.revellbooks.com/Media/PubComProductCatalog/9780800734213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Sundin beautifully weaves historic details into the love story of a humble hero and an heiress betrothed to a man she doesn’t love. Later, a chance meeting between Allie and Walt kindles a tender relationship during the fierceness of World War II. Over the course of months, the two correspond through the unpredictable mail system leading to misunderstanding and secrets. Can faith mend two hearts separated by uncounted miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers will experience pain and fear as seen from a bomber crew in both successful and failed missions. Then, glimpse life on the homefront, where family and friends face the reality of rationing and newsreels. A Distant Melody is a well researched story that brings enlightenment to the era without the stuffiness of a textbook. As the wife of a military member, I enjoyed reading both perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eager to read Book 2 when it is released this fall. You can bet it will be on my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find this and more amazing book reviews at &lt;a href="http://crscheidies-ivil.tripod.com/bookreviews/index.html"&gt;Author's Choice Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-488623305977951443?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/488623305977951443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=488623305977951443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/488623305977951443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/488623305977951443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/05/distant-melody.html' title='A Distant Melody'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-9056210082827150042</id><published>2010-04-20T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:59:32.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2039201284_e098bf4326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 438px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2039201284_e098bf4326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A variety of signs greet visitors at the gate of our military installation. No Cell phones while driving. 100% ID checks. Another lists the FPCON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids like to figure out meanings for the various acronyms. FPCON? Fruit Pizza Coming Out Next? French Puppies Can't Open Newspapers? Actually it stands for &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;orce &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;rotection &lt;strong&gt;CON&lt;/strong&gt;dition, or in layman's terms the amount of security (force) to maintain our military installation for a given situation. You might remember DEFCON levels from the movie War Games. Similar concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, FPCON levels give fair warning to me when I enter the base as to how much extra time I need to get where I'm going. For our military members, it means heightened security procedures.&lt;br /&gt;For practical purposes, higher levels mean more inconvenience for the average civilian. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children (creative and theatrical) have developed the MOMCON system to give each other fair warning about the status of how "inconvenient" life may be for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMCON 1 ~ Mom is generally content.&lt;br /&gt;MOMCON 2 ~ Mom is slightly agitated and may be settled with a cup of coffee or a coke.&lt;br /&gt;MOMCON 3 ~ Mom is cleaning something to use up her "extra" energy from being so irritated with the fact that "No one cares that the house is a mess, but ME!"&lt;br /&gt;MOMCON 4 ~ Mom cannot be appeased with any amount of chocolate or Twizzlers. Find something to do, or you will be recruited to do chores that never end.&lt;br /&gt;MOMCON 5 ~ Mom is going to the Java Loft. Do not call her 16 times on her cell phone. Do not call the Java Loft and ask if your mom is there. Do not call Dad looking for Mom. She will be home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been given fair warning. Send coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-9056210082827150042?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/9056210082827150042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=9056210082827150042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/9056210082827150042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/9056210082827150042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/04/fair-warning.html' title='Fair Warning'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2039201284_e098bf4326_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-6530819386897474631</id><published>2010-04-07T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:27:14.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Coffee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brewed-coffee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/coffee-addiction-250x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.brewed-coffee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/coffee-addiction-250x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I drink one too many cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups: I check for neighborhood kids before backing out of the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups: I announce to the neighborhood children that I am getting ready to leave the driveway and would they mind lining up on the sidewalk and count to 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups: I wonder who accidently dialed my number.&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups: I google phone numbers that show up on my caller ID just so I can know who called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups: I facebook my friends about things I find on sale.&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups: I buy extra of everything so my friends won't miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups: I turn on a morning news show while I check my email.&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups: I channel surf between 4 major news channels (so I don't miss anything) while I email, facebook, twitter from my laptop and play Words with Friends on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups: I "encourage" my children to do their chores.&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups: I preach about cleanliness while running around the house like a banshee with the vacuum and a container of Clorox wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups: I write a book review.&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups: Well... I write things like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-6530819386897474631?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6530819386897474631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=6530819386897474631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6530819386897474631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6530819386897474631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-coffee.html' title='Too Much Coffee?'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-3268681460624660723</id><published>2010-03-20T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:37:38.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Easter Book Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/art/_225_350_Book.157.cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 282px;" src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_225_350_Book.157.cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Read-Share-Easter-Gwen-Ellis/dp/1400314615/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1267460234&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story of Easter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(Tommy Nelson) presents the story of Jesus' entrance into Jerusalem to His resurrection using passages from all four gospels and other New Testament passages. Each section of the story is shared in a two page spread. The illustrations clearly depcit the content for non-readers with facial expressions of the characters giving clues in each section. A statement or question follows each step of the journey encouraging interaction between parent and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pictorial collection of events can be found at the end of the book for children to retell the story in their own words. What a perfect opportunity for children to share the heart of the gospel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to find a DVD included with this book. Sunday school teachers and parents will enjoy the coloring sheets and short trailers perfect for this season. The collection of printables is perfect for varying levels of abililty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my children have outgrown picture books, I'm certain this one would have been in our home library. &lt;strong&gt;Want it in yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment below including your favorite part of the Easter story. Be sure to leave your email address. One lucky &lt;strong&gt;winner&lt;/strong&gt; will be chosen on Friday morning to recieve this lovely hardbound edition with DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refill your coffee...&lt;br /&gt;Read It~Share It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Nelson has provided this book free of charge through BookSneeze. The opinions expressed in this review are my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-3268681460624660723?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/3268681460624660723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=3268681460624660723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/3268681460624660723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/3268681460624660723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/story-of-easter-book-giveaway.html' title='The Story of Easter Book Giveaway'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8992495613633162920</id><published>2010-03-09T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:12:58.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Blitz: Homeschooling for the Rest of Us</title><content type='html'>After working in a homeschool bookstore and teaching workshops to new and experienced home educators, I am familiar with most books on the subject. Sonya Haskins offers grace and encouragement to families previously intimidated by homeschooling perfectionism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters address common themes including schedules, socialization, and academics and offer a variety of suggestions to meet the needs of a diverse population. Single parents, families with specials needs, families with multiples and creative households will delight in the freedom to design a productive environment that meets their specific needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially appreciated Haskins focus on living a lifestyle of education. Everything we do with our children enhances their ability to develop academic, social and life skills. &lt;strong&gt;Homeschooling for the Rest of Us &lt;/strong&gt;appeals to all styles of teaching from classical to unschooling, organized to random, storytellers to list makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want the best for our kids. Learn how to create a vision statement for your school and build a curriculum and structure that is both comfortable and academically sound. Thank you, Sonya Haskins - you give us hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This book was provided free of charge by Bethany House publishers. The opinions expressed in this review are my own under no pressure or compensation by the publisher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8992495613633162920?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8992495613633162920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8992495613633162920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8992495613633162920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8992495613633162920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-blitz-homeschooling-for-rest-of-us.html' title='Book Blitz: Homeschooling for the Rest of Us'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-3672719109851602241</id><published>2010-03-01T12:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:11:01.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read It~Share It: Rediscovering God in America</title><content type='html'>The homeschooling mom inside me was thrilled to receive my copy of &lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=1595553134&amp;amp;title=Rediscovering_God_in_America&amp;amp;authors=Newt_Gingrich_and_Callista_Gingrich"&gt;Rediscovering God in America &lt;/a&gt;through Thomas Nelson's Blog Review program. Newt and Calista Gingrich guide readers through each monument and building in Washington DC noting the influence of Christianity on the founders of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beuatiful photographs grace each page with descriptions and quotes from original source materials making it both a resource and a conversation piece. I was especially encouraged by numerous quotes from Presidents, Supreme Court justices, and other leaders pointing to the belief in a sovereign God who guides our nation. &lt;em&gt;"The rights of man come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God." John F. Kennedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rediscovering God in America will encourage you to patriotism and faith in what God can do. I challenge you to read this for yourself and share it with your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read It~Share It&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-3672719109851602241?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/3672719109851602241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=3672719109851602241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/3672719109851602241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/3672719109851602241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/read-itshare-it-rediscovering-god-in.html' title='Read It~Share It: Rediscovering God in America'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-6857928648462111217</id><published>2010-03-01T07:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:13:19.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it ~ Share it: Miss Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88P3tVvptZs/SbbnhCqB4UI/AAAAAAAAABU/nsDpsiOJCXs/S226/Miss+Match+Cover+Art+2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88P3tVvptZs/SbbnhCqB4UI/AAAAAAAAABU/nsDpsiOJCXs/S226/Miss+Match+Cover+Art+2_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any novel that features a coffee cup on the cover draws my attention. &lt;a href="http://www.erynnmangum.com/ErynnMangum.com/Welcome_to_ErynnMangum.com.html/"&gt;Erynn Mangum &lt;/a&gt;knows how to to entice the coffee-lover into the world of Lauren Holbrook, star of &lt;em&gt;Miss Match&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren's career in photography brings her in contact with families, business people, and singles from all walks of life. But her real devotion surfaces as she matches her friends with prospective mates. Just like Yente from Fiddler on the Roof, Lauren discovers that our assumptions about the perfect match are often wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mangum uses peripheral characters to emphasize Lauren's quest. The reader discovers that Lauren wants what all women want - true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While &lt;em&gt;Miss Match&lt;/em&gt; and sequels,&lt;em&gt; Rematch&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Matchpoint&lt;/em&gt;, are geared toward twentysomething readers, this fortysomething reader enjoyed the lighthearted style of each story. The protagonist reminds me of Jane Austen's &lt;em&gt;Emma&lt;/em&gt;, innocently compassionate in her intentions to see her dearest friends happily married. Ah, to be young again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After comsuming the Lauren Holbrook trifecta, you will be happy to know that Erynn Mangum offers a new series, also with coffee on the cover, the first entitled Cool Beans to be released next month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88P3tVvptZs/S4akETSAM1I/AAAAAAAAAek/d6WPBTMrJLE/s320/CoolBeans-newgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88P3tVvptZs/S4akETSAM1I/AAAAAAAAAek/d6WPBTMrJLE/s320/CoolBeans-newgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read It~Share It... and in this case smell the aroma of French roasted espresso beans with a dallop of real cream on top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclosure: I received this book free from NavPress Publishers as a part of their Blogger Review Program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with FTC 16 CFR, part 255: "Guides concerning the use of endorsements and testimonials in advertising."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-6857928648462111217?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6857928648462111217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=6857928648462111217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6857928648462111217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6857928648462111217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-it-share-it-miss-match.html' title='Read it ~ Share it: Miss Match'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88P3tVvptZs/SbbnhCqB4UI/AAAAAAAAABU/nsDpsiOJCXs/s72-c/Miss+Match+Cover+Art+2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-2944659770301960755</id><published>2010-02-14T19:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:54:41.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>After every PCS (Permanent Change of Station, for you civilian readers) we struggle to find a new rhythm of life. It is easy to focus on all we have lost in the moving process.  We left friends and business partners. Our children lost an amazing dance studio and community theatre. We knew where the best thrift stores were located. Best driving routes. Free activities for kids. Nicest playgrounds. Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving what I have lost only makes the transition more challenging. Instead, I choose to see what I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A most incredible selection of local cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;A great public library.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;An incredible homeschool theatre group.&lt;br /&gt;Road trips to "the city" in search of Starbucks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Neighborhood kids for my son to play with.&lt;br /&gt;Internet shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Quaint, small town experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new commitment is to spread this "Lost and Found" philosophy to those around me. Many people at our new installation are less than pleased about what our location lacks - beauty, culture, entertainment... a Target store. Now, I turn the tables and tell them what I've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great things have you found in a new place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-2944659770301960755?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2944659770301960755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=2944659770301960755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2944659770301960755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2944659770301960755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-4400869770249796639</id><published>2009-12-22T09:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:06:08.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen of the Homefront'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Care Packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Perfect Military Spouse Care Package</title><content type='html'>Last spring I attended a retreat sponsored by the &lt;a href="http://www.armywifenetwork.org/"&gt;Army Wife Network&lt;/a&gt;. Though I am an Air Force wife, the ladies at Ft. Sill welcomed me with open arms. One intriguing session covered creative care packages for our deployed service members. I considered the options: fiesta in a box complete with mini pinata, chocolate overload, or a birthday party including balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband doesn't revel in celebration themes even when he is home. I could imagine his shock if I mailed him a complete Valentine's Day party - for one. But what I noticed was the ladies' excitement at the clever ideas. Women love decorating and color coordinating party favors. So what about care packages for military &lt;em&gt;spouses&lt;/em&gt;? These women spare no expense and thought for their husbands yet neglect their own need for relaxation and pampering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is the Queen of the Homefront Care Package containing all the items a queen needs to revel in her role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wardrobe: Every Queen needs a sparkling tiara to serve as a reminder of who is in charge while daddy's away.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tea Time: Beautiful tea cup and saucer, tea bags, shortbread cookies or scones add the perfect touch to a moment alone in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Royal Correspondence: Ornate stationary for those moments when email just won't do. (Especially when the royal subjects monopolize the computer.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Quiet Moments alone: After an exhausting day meeting the needs of the royal subjects, the queen needs to get away. Lavender aromatherapy and a good Christian fiction novel help her to escape the stresses of managing the realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband believes that wives carry the more difficult burden in military life. See what other women are saying about Military Spouse Care Packages at &lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;Wives of Faith&lt;/a&gt;. You might be inspired to bless a military spouse this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-4400869770249796639?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4400869770249796639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=4400869770249796639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4400869770249796639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4400869770249796639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-military-spouse-care-package.html' title='Perfect Military Spouse Care Package'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7679889066759362368</id><published>2009-12-21T10:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:33:43.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas: A Story of Sovereignty</title><content type='html'>Civilians see military life as a structured &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;. Military wives in the midst of PCS or deployment will testify to the unpredictable, exhausting, randomness of it all. (Can I get a witness?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two months our family has encountered a happy homecoming from deployment, multiple delays in PCS orders, an emergency surgery, a minor traffic accident (does a bumper tap at 5 mph count?), a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DITY&lt;/span&gt; move, and five children who think New Mexico is a barren land like Moses travelled during the Exodus. Each glitch forced us to revise our plans and eventually abandon plans altogether. Our new agenda was to begin tasks while on the alert for detours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the Christmas story in light of the entire Word of God, so much seems random, yet the God of the universe had a plan. I delight in knowing that each step along the way, God was leading His people to a Bethlehem stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God revealed His sovereignty through the fulfillment of hundreds of Old Testament prophecies and foreshadowing of His Son. A garden. An Ark. Tablets of stone. A march across the desert. A big fish. A vision in a fiery furnace. A great wall.  What once appeared random is now knitted together in a beautiful story of our redemption from Christ's birth to his death and resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before our PCS, someone asked me how I could be so calm with all of the chaotic circumstances in my life. My answer was simple. I know that God is sovereign. He takes the small pieces of my life and weaves them into the story of His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a step back this season and thank God for the random life of a military wife. You will see His sovereign hand guiding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ladies are sharing their thoughts about Christmas on the &lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;Wives of Faith &lt;/a&gt;Christmas Carnival. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you!&lt;br /&gt;Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7679889066759362368?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7679889066759362368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7679889066759362368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7679889066759362368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7679889066759362368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-story-of-sovereignty.html' title='Christmas: A Story of Sovereignty'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-6846693258105409917</id><published>2009-12-20T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:58:20.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Mom's Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Wives of Faith I have a perfect reason to post my Christmas list online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Legos: My husband says the kids have too many already, but I am certain that we could build something amazing if we just had a few thousand more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Books: I'm currently hooked on Jenny B. Jones &lt;em&gt;(NOT Junie B Jones books for kids)&lt;/em&gt; but I'd take any Christian fiction titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hills Brothers Double Mocha Cappuccino mix. They don't carry it in Clovis. I might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pillowcases: I know this is a strange request. My friend Rachel Eggum Cinader takes pillowcase dresses to various missions around the world. Click &lt;a href="http://www.dressagirlaroundtheworld.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to Dress a Girl Around the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance, Santa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-6846693258105409917?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6846693258105409917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=6846693258105409917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6846693258105409917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6846693258105409917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/moms-christmas-list.html' title='Mom&apos;s Christmas List'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7976075890015511845</id><published>2009-12-13T09:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:28:01.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Christmas Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/images/beautyshots/r34180fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.bettycrocker.com/images/beautyshots/r34180fp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every December we make &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/candy-cane-cookies/93832e29-3b4f-4977-ae5a-9820053b254c"&gt;Candy Cane&lt;/a&gt; cookies. When my children were younger, they knew the season was in full swing when we spent the day making our own candy cane edibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We divide a regular sugar cookie recipe into two bowls and add red food coloring and peppermint extract to one bowl. Each child makes 6 inch ropes of dough. Then a red and white rope are twisted together to form a candy cane shape. Crushed candy cane pieces may be sprinkled over the surface before baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for other great holiday recipes? My friends from &lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;Wives of Faith &lt;/a&gt;are sharing their favorite recipes today. Check out the Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7976075890015511845?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7976075890015511845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7976075890015511845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7976075890015511845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7976075890015511845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favorite-christmas-foods.html' title='My Favorite Christmas Foods'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-5443907187504567811</id><published>2009-12-12T08:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:59:29.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve Days of Christmas Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Little Town of Bethlehem</title><content type='html'>The world had been awaiting the arrival of the Messiah for decades. They speculated how He would reveal Himself. The day would bring celebration with a grand entrance of the Savior of God's people. Parades. A week of parties. Decorations. Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, hope came in a simple town much like the one you may live in today. It was a typical evening where families gathered, animals were fed, children sent to bed. (I wonder how many times they asked for drinks after being put to bed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene depicted in the Christmas carol, O Little Town of Bethlehem, speaks volumes to my heart each holiday season. Over and over, the writer, Philips Brooks, describes the scene: "The town is dark and quiet... Mortal man sleeps... No ear hears His coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "silently the wondrous gift is given." Though a star and multitude of angels announced His arrival to the shepherds, many spent a normal evening at home unaware that the King of Kings was making His spectacular debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ways of God amaze me. In the mundane tasks of my life, Jesus continues to give hope and love and joy. I pray that each day of this season, God reveals His hope to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want to read more inspiring stories for this Christmas season? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wivesoffaith.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wives of Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is hosting the 12 Days of Christmas Blog Carnival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-5443907187504567811?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5443907187504567811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=5443907187504567811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5443907187504567811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/5443907187504567811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-town-of-bethlehem.html' title='My Little Town of Bethlehem'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-1252110642877661342</id><published>2009-12-07T15:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:14:07.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Read it ~ Share it'/><title type='text'>Read It ~ Share It: The Noticer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brb.thomasnelson.com/art/_140_245_Book.50.cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://brb.thomasnelson.com/art/_140_245_Book.50.cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective allows us to step back and see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect from Andy Andrews book, &lt;a href="http://www.thenoticerproject.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Noticer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What could a stranger notice that would be so life changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man called Jones weaves in and out of the lives of normal people beginning with Andy. To the couple whose marriage is strained to the breaking point, Jones offers insight into how they give nad receive love. The sage offers advice to a businessman who fails to see his employees as real people with real needs. To a woman in utter despair, Jones shows how every life has purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eech of us has an opportunity to be a "noticer" in the lives of those we love. We plant seeds of encouragement in others. We see their purpose and success through the eyes of Christ instead of by lists of failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrews challenges readers with thought provoking questions as a followup to the story. How can we see others through God's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially enjoyed the chapter aimed at teens. The dialogue between Jones and the teenagers reveals the need for parents and wise mentors to speak up and encourage teens to make healthy decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read this book unless you are prepared to impact those around you with encouragement and perspective. Be a noticer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read It ~ Share It: &lt;em&gt;The Noticer&lt;/em&gt; by Andy Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provided to the Blogger Book Reviewers by &lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=0785229213"&gt;Thomas Nelson Publishers &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-1252110642877661342?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1252110642877661342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=1252110642877661342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1252110642877661342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1252110642877661342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-it-share-it-noticer.html' title='Read It ~ Share It: The Noticer'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-2096524233185002529</id><published>2009-12-02T10:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:32:36.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianizing My Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I mention to people that I attend yoga, they wonder if I’m dabbling in some mystical religion. Since my yoga instructor uses yoga poses minus the theology, I’ve used this exercise to increase my faith and scripture memory. Here are a few examples:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focused Breathing: Breathing centers my thoughts on Jesus. I set aside the stress and busyness of life and prepare for prayer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Son” Salutation: This opening stretch is my opportunity to testify that Jesus Christ is the Son of God. &lt;em&gt;This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. (1John 4:9) &lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. (Gal 2:20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Warrior poses: &lt;em&gt;Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. (Eph 6:11) For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. (2Cor 10:3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The downward dog posed a challenge in my first few sessions. The few verses about canines in scripture are hardly edifying. (2 Sam 9:8; Judges 7:5) Instead I began to focus on the body being shaped like a mountain. &lt;em&gt;Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. (Psalm 36:6) Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low. The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth. (Luke 3:5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Try your own scripture and prayer when you exercise. It even works with WiiFit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yoga instructor closes her session with the standard greeting, Namaste, which literally means “I bow reverently to you.” I used to shy away from this foreign idea until I realized that it was the perfect closing to my time with my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Namaste, Jesus Christ, my Savior. I bow to You, and You alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-2096524233185002529?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2096524233185002529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=2096524233185002529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2096524233185002529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2096524233185002529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/christianizing-my-yoga.html' title='Christianizing My Yoga'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8227390299662904398</id><published>2009-11-29T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:14:08.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Read it ~ Share it'/><title type='text'>Read it ~ Share it: The Power of Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/CPRImages/ProductLarge/0785227601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thomasnelson.com/CPRImages/ProductLarge/0785227601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful relationships are built on respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Norville, most well known for journalism and hosting of &lt;a href="http://www.insideedition.com/"&gt;Inside Edition &lt;/a&gt;(CBS), now offers &lt;em&gt;The Power of Respect&lt;/em&gt;. She addresses the effects of respect in homes, schools and businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data and stories support the premise that respect increases productivity. Norville explains that on the set of Inside Edition, mutual respect between staffers has made the program and enjoyable experience. Every employee is vital to success. She includes multiple testimonies of managers and business owners who invested in trust and respect of employees. Businesses such as Zappos and PartsSource, not only thrived financially, but people loved their jobs, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical and mental health professionals agree that mutual respect enhances relationships. I appreciated lists and sidebars offering practical suggestions from a variety of these sources. My favorite topic stemmed from finding out how someone else defines respect. I realized that my family may perceive respect differently, and therefore respond in a way I might not anticipate. &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Gary Chapman contains similar ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to personal relationships, I think Norville expresses unrealistic optimism. As in any relationship, business or personal, both parties involved must agree to the change in philosophy. This book will not replace needed traditional counseling or Biblical teaching. There are no guarantees that respecting your teens will make them less rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are looking for an opportunity to boost morale in your company or your own backyard, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/CPRImages/ProductLarge/0785227601.jpg"&gt;The Power of Respect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Thomas Nelson Publishers) offers helpful suggestions to point you in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8227390299662904398?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8227390299662904398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8227390299662904398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8227390299662904398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8227390299662904398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-it-share-it-power-of-respect.html' title='Read it ~ Share it: The Power of Respect'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-6535324250835066361</id><published>2009-10-20T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:20:49.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it ~ Share it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/CPRImages/ProductLarge/0785221700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.thomasnelson.com/CPRImages/ProductLarge/0785221700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In 2008, more than 2 million brides walked down the aisle leaving fathers and mothers behind. Maybe one of those beautiful girls moved out of your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She Still Calls Me Daddy by Robert Wolgemuth offers advice for fathers using the analogy of remodeling a house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A father releases his daughter physically, emotionally, and spiritually when she cleaves to her husband. This relational remodeling project requires communication and acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The concept of a “new normal” provides the book’s foundation. As young ladies date, they explore the family dynamics and habits of other households. Newlyweds then meld their ideas into a new normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Robert Wolgemuth takes this premise to the next level and asks fathers to facilitate healthy new relationships with their grown daughters. I especially appreciate his honest disclosure of his own experiences. He gives the reader the opportunity to laugh at his mistakes and cry over his disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Practical suggestions are scattered throughout each chapter. Readers who prefer a structured format will like the “Remodeler’s Checklist” summarizing each chapter in a lighthearted, sincere tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She Still Calls Me Daddy will be on our parent resource shelf for years to come. As our daughters grow up, it will continue to provide encouragement and insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:small;"&gt;She Still Calls Me Daddy by Robert Wolgemuth (Thomas Nelson)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:small;"&gt;              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Read it ~ Share it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-6535324250835066361?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6535324250835066361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=6535324250835066361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6535324250835066361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6535324250835066361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/10/read-it-share-it.html' title='Read it ~ Share it'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-6772948330208746449</id><published>2009-05-14T07:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:05:49.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills are Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SgwS-8yhR-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dusBl-9Oha4/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335660531206408162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SgwS-8yhR-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dusBl-9Oha4/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello from Colorado! Land of mountains, trees, and wildlife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friend Lori and I are attending the Colorado Christian Writers' Conference this week. We arrived two days early to get acclimated to the altitude and the excitement level. Tuesday we drove into Rocky Mountain National Park and took pictures. What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed a beautiful drive and stopped often to tromp through the rocks for the perfect photos. Upon arriving back at lodging, we discovered a hitchhiker - the insect kind. There's nothing like "Tick Checks" to bond people together for life. (No picture available)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wrote almost 5000 words in the past 24 hours. Then as conferees began arriving, we mingled with old friends and greeted newcomers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening opening session included worship with Tom Ewing and a message from Sandy Cathcart about writing God's answer. Bonnie Calhoun blessed our socks off with the well-known song, His Eye is on the Sparrow. What an amazing way to get focused on why we write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-6772948330208746449?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6772948330208746449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=6772948330208746449&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6772948330208746449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6772948330208746449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/05/hills-are-alive.html' title='The Hills are Alive!'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SgwS-8yhR-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dusBl-9Oha4/s72-c/IMG_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-2025011231360822428</id><published>2009-05-07T07:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:55:42.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Free Puppies</title><content type='html'>Most mornings I make a pot of decaf. It still has some caffeine despite its claims. (My daughter's science fair project proved it.) Today, however, I'm on a robust high octane version. I sure need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest child, Quin, offers moments of exasperation on a daily basis. This week I was pushed over the edge. You see, he wants everything... every toy on TV, every item on sale 30% off (this week only), every free pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His impulsiveness leads to some parental trials. This week's temper tantrum topics included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanting to sign up for online gaming so he could win money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep desire to play tennis, or soccer, or be a cheerleader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craving for papaya since they were on sale at the grocery store. (Mom, what's a papaya?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion for learning how to use crutches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urgent need to own a puppy. (Mom, I've never had anything to take care of except that hermit crab that died after two days.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Frankly, I'm exhausted. Two months ago he randomly emailed people online trying to buy an exotic monkey to have as a pet. He lost his Internet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think to offer all kinds of parenting advice. Maybe he's not getting enough attention being the youngest of five children. He could suffer from deep emotional disorder. Some of you might say he just needs a good spanking, while others assume I had spanked him which caused this entire problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you have a Quin of your own. A child who leaves your jaw dropped. You ask yourself, "How did this happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But what I DO know, I will share with you.  God has it all worked out. Every challenging day comes with His promise to be with me always. Discipline, counseling, and other man-made tactics will help me through the struggle, but ultimately GOD will be the cure. Today, with java and my Jesus, I will pray and pursue His holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a challenging child? How is God showing you His grace through the struggle? Leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-2025011231360822428?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2025011231360822428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=2025011231360822428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2025011231360822428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2025011231360822428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-mornings-i-make-pot-of-decaf.html' title='No Free Puppies'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-457607013945150103</id><published>2009-04-29T09:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:11:02.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>One Thing at a Time</title><content type='html'>Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am back at my desk with a warm cup of coffee on a very rainy day. Many of you will be shocked to discover that I spent time weeding my garden this week. You probably didn't even know I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a garden. To be honest, it came with the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter joined me in the quest to rid our flower bed of miscellaneous weeds and wild grasses. At first she thought it would be easy to grab a handful of the green stuff and pull. Of course she only ended up with wisps of leaves in her fists. The root and some of the plant taunted her from the mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/Sfhtm_kbAnI/AAAAAAAAADw/u7dZx4tq6F0/s1600-h/plants+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/Sfhtm_kbAnI/AAAAAAAAADw/u7dZx4tq6F0/s320/plants+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330130675659637362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just going to grow again tomorrow isn't it?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are right," I answered. "Each one needs to be plucked out individually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that takes a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but if we take care of one at a time, we will have a beautiful garden. Those weeds will stay away much longer." I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself the same thing for two months. On thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress has hit our family like a hurricane. When we have two urgent priorities, something else happens and we must add another. Car repairs, crashing computers, water leaks, hurt feelings, financial debacles all demand my attention. If I try to grasp the whole list in my fists, I end up with strands of success, but the roots remain to pull out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me. I know that God has everything under control. I am certain that His plan is perfect even when I feel like I'm drowning. (Psalm 69: Lord save me. The waters are up to my neck) I've never doubted God's faithfulness, but I can still fail to have enough hours in the day to get everything done. There are some thing you just can't delegate to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. A long list of weeds to pull. Instead I am drinking coffee and blogging... and praying. I am praying for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you overwhelmed? Maybe your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Do &lt;/span&gt;list has grown over night. Maybe you are single parent trying to keep half an acre cleared by yourself. Maybe you have guilt or anger that is suffocating your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and pray. Then as God leads you, take hold of each weed one by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-457607013945150103?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/457607013945150103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=457607013945150103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/457607013945150103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/457607013945150103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-thing-at-time.html' title='One Thing at a Time'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/Sfhtm_kbAnI/AAAAAAAAADw/u7dZx4tq6F0/s72-c/plants+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-4381377966821394141</id><published>2009-03-30T07:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:05:25.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>I had to warm up leftover coffee from yesterday. I made a choice to procrastinate on buying a new bag of coffee. Now I'm suffering the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have choices to make. This weekend I chose to take my kids to a special worship program at another church instead of attending our regular service. Today I'm choosing to have lunch with my son at school instead of going to yoga. You chose to read this blog instead of doing your dishes. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the consequences of our choices leave us with a bad taste in our mouths - like this stale coffee. Do you ever feel guilty for making one decision over another? A friend of mine spent the afternoon with her daughter selling Girl Scout cookies outside a local grocery store. Later that day, she felt bad that she had missed a church event. Which choice was the right one for that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inclined to believe that it is a good choice to invest in relationships with our kids. On the other hand, we need to allow them to have space and be self-reliant. Ultimately God is "judging the thoughts and attitude of our hearts" as well as our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I skip yoga, I am making a sacrifice to be with my son who needs a little extra time with mom today. But on Wednesday, I'll go to yoga with the assurance that I also need to care for this temple that God has given me.  They are both good choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though sometimes I make the wrong choice, I am thankful for grace. Just like the sweet smell of fresh coffee brewing, God's mercies will be new tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-4381377966821394141?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4381377966821394141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=4381377966821394141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4381377966821394141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4381377966821394141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8300140229135892602</id><published>2009-03-23T07:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:27:03.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine for my Mood</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is supposed to be a wonderful family time. Not this house - not this year. Not only were we plagued with a stomach virus, another much more serious strain of sickness hit us with a vengence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BAD ATTITUDES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These were not your ordinary sassy comments. My children made criticism and hatefulness a real sport this week. It starts quietly. Siblings are really good at this strategy. It involves mumbling under your breath and paying close attention to what direction mom is looking. A casual "bumping into someone" which no one can prove was done on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it escalates to complete infestation. It was raging out of control before I knew what happened.  There's a huge correlation between those pesky bugs that cause tummy troubles and the ones that infiltrate our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; foul language in our house, but words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jerk, dumb head&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big baby&lt;/span&gt; were heard often. I tried all the standard methods of discipline with the exception of spanking. (They're all a bit old for that, but I was tempted!) I was horrified. It was a viral bullying that was running its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went to bed last night, I was completely exhausted in every sense. My body and my spirit were worn out from the battle. But today after my coffee and prayer time, I read something that God used to speak to me. Billy Coffey (love the name) posted a wonderful &lt;a href="http://billycoffey.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruit-salad.html"&gt;article about prunes&lt;/a&gt;. Prunes are not a good thing when you're suffering from the stomach flu, but this object lesson shows how something small can affect the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Whelchel has a great book called &lt;a href="http://www.lisawhelchel.com/ccreatbk.htm"&gt;Creative Correction&lt;/a&gt; that uses object lessons like Billy's prune story to teach kids important lessons. Lessons like these aren't just for kids. They aren't just for Sunday School. They remind all of us about the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is.... I need more coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8300140229135892602?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8300140229135892602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8300140229135892602&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8300140229135892602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8300140229135892602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/03/medicine-for-my-mood.html' title='Medicine for my Mood'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-714521972302073564</id><published>2009-03-18T08:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:20:28.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebooks'/><title type='text'>In Defense of the Good Old Fashioned Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/ScEDHdrho2I/AAAAAAAAACY/WeIfVvoBl-M/s1600-h/IMG_0135%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/ScEDHdrho2I/AAAAAAAAACY/WeIfVvoBl-M/s320/IMG_0135%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314532462035051362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The coffee pot is making its final gurgling sounds as I type.  I know.  How can I possibly blog without my mocha in hand? Well, let's just say I got a late start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up late reading in bed last night. I've been looking for some Christian Chick Lit to read and finally found one I could dive in to. So there I was at 1:00am still turning pages and I began to wonder about ebooks. Many of you know that the world of publishing has turned to things like ebooks and kindle. (If you didn't know that, you should spend some time searching the web.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, the world of e-publishing is wonderful. It's a green industry, saving trees and landfills. Accessing ebooks is very convenient. No need to leave your house to run to the library or bookstore. Publishing time can be reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned the crisp pages of my new book, I realized that I will never be a total ebook convert. You see, I love browsing the aisles of the library. I love wandering the shelves of the local bookstore, pulling out the titles one at a time and perusing their pages. And when I've made my selection, I can cuddle up with my new book. I love to stare at the covers and soak in the details. I love to see my progress from a full stack of pages in my right hand to an ever growing pile in my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I have collected these treasures over the years. We have shelves of multicolored memories. As a homeschool family, we've read some of them aloud and enjoyed the experiences at home and on long trips. My friends and I have shared the discovery of a new author and then raced to collect his works. A few of our books, novels and non fiction alike, have marginalia in them. (Marginalia (mar jin a' lya) - notes we write in the margins of books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on a rainy day I can skim the shelves in my house and find the perfect selection. Oh sure, I've read it before. But there's comfort in the familiar, comfort in holding the paper and print in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me old fashioned. I won't mind a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-714521972302073564?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/714521972302073564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=714521972302073564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/714521972302073564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/714521972302073564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-defense-of-good-old-fashioned-book.html' title='In Defense of the Good Old Fashioned Book'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/ScEDHdrho2I/AAAAAAAAACY/WeIfVvoBl-M/s72-c/IMG_0135%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-2228551370374296537</id><published>2009-03-09T10:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:28:29.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><title type='text'>Homeschool Physics Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.sacbee.com/smedia/2008/05/27/10/328-RB_Six_Flags_Medusa.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 164px;" src="http://media.sacbee.com/smedia/2008/05/27/10/328-RB_Six_Flags_Medusa.standalone.prod_affiliate.4.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm an eclectic homeschooler at heart. I've tried Classical education, Textbooks and other methods. Seriously, I just want to load my kids in the van and take a field trip whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids complained recently that we just don't go anywhere like we used to. One of my teens said, "Remember the time we drove to Grandma's and had to stop at a  thrift shop because we didn't pack anything?" Honestly it was loads of fun! We woke up at 7am and left the house at 8. Those were the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm old (my kids keep reminding me), I have to PLAN times to be spontaneous. Next month we are going to go to Six Flags "on a whim."Six Flags in Arlington (Dallas/FtWorth area) is hosting Physics day on April 17th.  We are going to make a science lesson out of riding roller coasters. Now that's my kind of homeschooling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download this &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/overTexas/assets/images/2009%20Physics%20Workbook.pdf"&gt;free workbook&lt;/a&gt; appropriate for high school kids. It includes schematics of different rides, problems to solve and more! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-2228551370374296537?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2228551370374296537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=2228551370374296537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2228551370374296537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2228551370374296537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/03/homeschool-physics-fun.html' title='Homeschool Physics Fun'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-9209681689801393489</id><published>2009-03-04T08:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:41:00.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Writing Cave</title><content type='html'>In the fog of early morning - the kind that comes from lack of caffeine - a signal shines on the ceiling. The silhouette of a writing quill beckons from the darkness. Who will rescue the people from passive voice verbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bat cave!  Er... I mean... To the writing cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it actually worked this way for writers. Our goals of writing 2000 words a day never seem like a matter of national emergency. Instead loads of laundry and a list of errands interrupt productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a writer to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;call yourself a writer&lt;/span&gt;. Say it aloud with me - "I am a writer." When I fill out forms at medical offices, I no longer write "homemaker" in as my occupation. Once I started calling myself a writer, I defined my daily purpose. My keyboard is priority number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cba-ramblings.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachelle Gardener&lt;/a&gt;, literary agent, describes the life of a writer with a book contract. "What are you doing to &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;prepare&lt;/strong&gt; for the reality of being a contracted author?" Gardener asks. She offers suggestions for streamlining household duties and using your time and resources for your career as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you call yourself a writer, it's time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act like one&lt;/span&gt;! When Batman is wearing those ridiculous tight pants, his entire persona shouts superhero. I'm not suggesting that you waste time creating a costume and fake name. But what if your "writing cave" housed tools of the trade like a cool filing system, books of secret tricks, and a password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman knows that his mission is important. Do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; like your mission is valuable? Today when you sit down to tackle that article or devotion or 90,000 word novel, compose your thoughts as if the world depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Word Count, Batman! It's time to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hmm... I think extra espresso is a creativity enhancer. Or it just makes you have flashbacks to your childhood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-9209681689801393489?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/9209681689801393489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=9209681689801393489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/9209681689801393489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/9209681689801393489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-cave.html' title='The Writing Cave'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-556747343518812817</id><published>2009-02-23T15:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:00:25.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Writing is Yoga for the Mind</title><content type='html'>After two cups of coffee this morning, I headed off to the gym for yoga class. Our group doesn't get caught up in the mystical aspects of the exercise. As a matter of fact, I pray through scriptures that seem to correspond with different poses.  I can center my thoughts on the Lord and ignore the fact that my ankle is over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared at my toes from the downward dog pose, I realized that yoga and writing have a lot in common.  (I couldn't come up with a verse besides "A dog returns to its vomit." Not very inpsiring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing and yoga slowly stretch me beyond what I thought was possible. With the right encouragement and determination, I go a little deeper. Writing demands that I ask myself hard questions and come up with creative answers. The only way to limber up the writing muscle is to push a little farther tomorrow.  What will I write tomorrow? A novel? An obituary? A love letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing and yoga gradually strengthen me. I condition myself by toning my muscles with good exercises. Yoga-goers know that poses are more than just aesthetically pleasing. They burn those quads and make them strong. Crafting phrases into stories works much the same way. Can I revise objectively? Accept criticism? Will I be able to burn away the "fat" and trim down to a well-toned piece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is yoga for the mind. Tomorrow as I raise my arms up in the "Son" Salutation pose, I'll imagine I'm in the throne room of my King. Then who knows? I may write a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-556747343518812817?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/556747343518812817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=556747343518812817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/556747343518812817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/556747343518812817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-is-yoga-for-mind.html' title='Writing is Yoga for the Mind'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8843275884472389636</id><published>2009-02-13T08:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:08:39.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Positive Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SZWH_e8IWkI/AAAAAAAAABk/0bCnIy1xfVI/s1600-h/Dancers+with+Reggie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SZWH_e8IWkI/AAAAAAAAABk/0bCnIy1xfVI/s320/Dancers+with+Reggie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302293661005404738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My oldest daughter is applying for a variety of college scholarships.  (Yes, it makes me feel old.)  Each scholarship requires typical information about family background, income and insight into the student's goals for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular essay she is writing is about someone who has influenced her life. The picture above shows all three of my girls and their dance teacher, Reggie, following a theatre production of Seussical Jr.  I am so grateful for the positive influence that she has been for my kids - encouraging, challenging, mentoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I am blessed to know that my daughter considers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to be one of the people who has most influenced her in a positive way. We strive to be an encouragers and mentors to those around us, but often we do not know if our actions really affect people. Are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; seeking to influence young people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked with teens in small groups and it is interesting to hear what they say about adults who have that positive influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kari never overreacts when I've done something stupid.  She listens and know that I already feel bad enough about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad leads me to solve my own problems instead of just dictating an answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elizabeth's mom is so cool.  She knows that what I'm feeling is normal. I never feel like she's laughing at me behind my back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can tell my mom anything.  She's my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm more willing to do the right thing because I know my youth pastor really cares. He really believes in me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazing gifts we have to share with young people - wisdom, truth, hope. What will you offer to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8843275884472389636?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8843275884472389636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8843275884472389636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8843275884472389636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8843275884472389636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-influence.html' title='Positive Influence'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SZWH_e8IWkI/AAAAAAAAABk/0bCnIy1xfVI/s72-c/Dancers+with+Reggie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-304808128149671349</id><published>2009-02-10T09:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:46:59.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><title type='text'>Creative Thinking</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest classes I took toward my Master's degree was a study of creativity.  I was in my element! We took the Torrence Creativity Test, created games and learning centers for kids, and practiced creative problem solving techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites is a strategy called "In What Ways Might We..." or IWWMW for short.  We would be given a situation (such as a cat stuck in a tree) and asked "in what ways might we" get the cat down from the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard answers include: call the fire department, coax the cat with treats, and get a ladder.  But when you run out of the normal ideas, what do you do? You get creative! You might go purchase a cat suit and sing a love song to encourage the cat to jump into your arms. Or what about renting a hot air balloon to lower yourself close enough to grab the cat. Of course neither of these are logical or the most efficient - but they encourage you to think outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are great at the IWWMW game.  As adults, we tend to shy away from the "silly" answers.  Today I'm working on a fiction story that takes place in a fantasy world. I have a problem to solve, so I'm using this strategy to find a creative solution.  You could use this method, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In What Ways Might We...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...get our kids to eat their vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;...pay our credit card bills?&lt;br /&gt;...exercise and enjoy it?!?&lt;br /&gt;...make a decedent dessert for Valentines Day?&lt;br /&gt;...remember to take our daily meds? (That one's for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, refill that coffee bowl, and get thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-304808128149671349?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/304808128149671349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=304808128149671349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/304808128149671349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/304808128149671349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/02/creative-thinking.html' title='Creative Thinking'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7462552756612917399</id><published>2009-02-05T07:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:58:05.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club'/><title type='text'>Online Book Club</title><content type='html'>This morning's coffee (a German roast with a bit of real heavy whipping cream) was a real delight with my email. Each weekday I receive an email from &lt;a href="http://www.emailbookclub.com/sugoodnews.html"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt; who shares an inspirational book with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Honestly I don't really know her personally, but after a year of daily "conversation" about good books, I feel like shes a kindred spirit.  She's a fellow author and promoter of reading for enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be friends with Suzanne, too! Each day she will share an excerpt from her book selection of the week.  Readers from all over the country have enjoyed her amazing recipes and clever anecdotes about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I love all kinds of literature. Exploring new authors and relishing in well known selections just adds to a wonderful morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on Suzanne's link above to read with her this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7462552756612917399?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7462552756612917399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7462552756612917399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7462552756612917399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7462552756612917399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/02/online-book-club.html' title='Online Book Club'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7892701967756369315</id><published>2009-02-04T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:30:49.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Life Happens After Grapefruit?</title><content type='html'>This was a strange morning. My sweet husband got our public school kids out the door while I stayed in slumberland. By the time I woke up, there was no coffee and much to do. I found myself staring at a cold, juicy grapefruit instead of creamy mocha goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy - you betcha!  Invigorating? Warm? Caffeinated? Well...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is life like after grapefruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt deeply inspired to go to yoga class after a three month absence. Unfortunately I only lasted about 20 minutes. I've had trouble with my back, and without a heavy dose of coffee, I wasn't going to make it far anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grapefruit, I ran typical errands - the bank, post office, library. All the while, I had this nagging feeling that I was forgetting something. You know that feeling.  The one where you can't remember if you turned off the stove or forgot an important medical appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 3:30pm. I'm feeling a bit desperate for the chocolatey aroma of my favorite blend with a dab of fresh whipping cream on top. A small amount of grated dark chocolate sprinkled over the...  Sorry, I got a little sidetracked. (No doubt a lack of concentration due to coffee withdrawl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that even random people have some sense of order in their lives. Maybe it's how you organize your coffee mugs or the route you take to the coffee shop. You might be the most creative, unpredictable person, but I would bet that you have some treasured routines that keep you afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me? I can smell the hazelnut brewing.  It's almost time to start my day...again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7892701967756369315?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7892701967756369315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7892701967756369315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7892701967756369315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7892701967756369315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-happens-after-grapefruit.html' title='Life Happens After Grapefruit?'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8346910064950139458</id><published>2009-01-27T17:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:45:32.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><title type='text'>Mysterious Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SX-ZQHAkDSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2eOIBYDQW0M/s1600-h/IMG_0034%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SX-ZQHAkDSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2eOIBYDQW0M/s320/IMG_0034%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296120188849360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my kids were bored today.  Our three who attend public school were home due to the ice, and our homeschoolers were having a moment of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;They've made up crazy news releases to explain the incident: Dancer Attacked While Snacking.  Several pieces of evidence were tagged at the scene including a half eaten bar of chocolate, one pointe shoe. and a nerf gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see by the photo, the victim appears to have moved during the investigation.  No suspects have been named.  Witnesses and others with information should comment below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8346910064950139458?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8346910064950139458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8346910064950139458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8346910064950139458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8346910064950139458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/mysterious-incident.html' title='Mysterious Incident'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SX-ZQHAkDSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2eOIBYDQW0M/s72-c/IMG_0034%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-4582029872741865660</id><published>2009-01-26T12:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:43:21.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Clark'/><title type='text'>Ask Me Anything?</title><content type='html'>Our Air Force base was blessed with opportunity to host &lt;a href="http://www.danclarkspeak.com/"&gt;Dan Clark, world renowned speaker&lt;/a&gt;, for a weekend of encouragement. I was particularly intrigued my one of the principles he addressed - Are we asking the right questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sip my reheated coffee this morning (Yes, I reheat.  Why waste a good thing?) I pondered the premise of asking questions that lead others down a positive path . Clark comments that the media is often trying to "solicit negative answers" and this dominates our cultures and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much more than "looking on the bright side." Clark boldly challenges every one of us to talk about things that really matter instead of focusing on negativism and what people have done wrong.  He gives the example of the first free elections in Iraq which he personally witnessed.  The media was swamped with stories of bombings at the polling places.  The reality of the situation was out of 5,578 polling stations - 11 were targeted by explosives. What happened to the success story? 5,567 election sites were NOT bombed.  Why didn't someone ask the question - "What did people have to say at the other polling places?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of questions can we ask to change the tenor of conversation in our home, our school, our city?  Instead of asking our kids: How was your day at school? We could ask: Who helped you the most today? Don't give them the opportunity to whine about it.  Or what about asking "What is one thing I can do to make your job easier?" or "What are some positive things that customers said about our service today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we need to fix problems and make changes to improve upon past mistakes, but let's start the conversation without the barrier of negativism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What questions are YOU going to ask today? Grab a cup of caffeine and leave me a comment.  I want to hear YOUR ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-4582029872741865660?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4582029872741865660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=4582029872741865660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4582029872741865660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4582029872741865660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask Me Anything?'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8169778811116130360</id><published>2009-01-20T08:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:18:55.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Who Loves Free Books?</title><content type='html'>I am magnetically attracted to words like "sale" and "free." But that offer becomes an unavoidable temptation when it is related to books. &lt;a href="http://www.christianpublishingtips.com/?p=23"&gt;Christian Publishing Tips&lt;/a&gt; is giving away some of their new titles to avid readers like YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who may be involved in Beth Moore's study may want to check out the newest title by Jennifer Spivey  - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esther: Reflections of an Unexpected Life&lt;/span&gt;.  Or perhaps you have an interest in the Isaiah.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs from the Vineyard &lt;/span&gt;reflects on the restoration of believers through devotions written by Russell Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fun title that I'm interested in reading is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Out for Tired Moms&lt;/span&gt;.  "Have you ever sent your kids to their rooms for a Time-Out and wondered…When is it MY TURN?! Well, Today it is finally Your Turn to GO TO YOUR ROOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the drawing for free books is easy. Just leave a comment on their site and tell others about this great offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a Cappuccino and get ready to READ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8169778811116130360?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8169778811116130360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8169778811116130360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8169778811116130360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8169778811116130360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-loves-free-books.html' title='Who Loves Free Books?'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7645178169610429563</id><published>2009-01-17T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:21:34.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible study'/><title type='text'>Fresh Ideas for Women's Ministry</title><content type='html'>I never tire of Bible study, but occasionally I am looking for something new to make the lesson fresh. I want yummy treats and a cute devotional that I've never heard.  I love skits that make me laugh. My eyes light up when I notice creative table decorations. That's why &lt;a href="http://www.juliabettencourt.com/"&gt;Julia Bettencourt&lt;/a&gt; is my new favorite resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mocha Java tasted even better after reading one of her devotions about COFFEE! (A woman after my own heart!) Her most recent post appeals to the homeschooler in me, applying botany terms to our faith. Who knew that the Holy Spirit was working in my xylem? I'm feeling energized already.  Although, I think the caffeine could be helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you find a useful Bible Study resource online. I'm always eager to pass along info for women's ministries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7645178169610429563?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7645178169610429563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7645178169610429563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7645178169610429563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7645178169610429563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-ideas-for-womens-ministry.html' title='Fresh Ideas for Women&apos;s Ministry'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-9145665646436108990</id><published>2009-01-13T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:42:41.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>To Tell the Truth</title><content type='html'>In a recent article, Beth Henderson calls fiction writing the "business of telling lies for a living." Maybe that's my trouble. I enjoy real life too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lori Poppinga and I encourage one another in the writing process. We attend conferences together, blog, tweet and even use a real telephone to keep up with the latest writing endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the process I've discovered that I really love writing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real life&lt;/span&gt;.  Frankly this scares many of my family members and good friends. Inevitably their names will end up in print, for better or for worse. But whether its humorous or devotional, informative or editorial, I get a kick out of living every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I play the "what if..." game like most people. This leads to most of my humorous posts or emails.  But most of the time, I observe the world in living color and tell what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should consider the occasional fiction story. As Beth explains, it gives us permission to imagine all the possibilities and then "prepare to tell lies." What an awesome world we live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Beth's article &lt;a href="http://www.wow-womenonwriting.com/25-FE5-FictionSlam.html#TellLies"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-9145665646436108990?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/9145665646436108990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=9145665646436108990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/9145665646436108990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/9145665646436108990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-tell-truth.html' title='To Tell the Truth'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-758521529516812629</id><published>2009-01-12T07:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:43:19.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><title type='text'>Just Like Mom Used to Make</title><content type='html'>I've been making excuses.  Last week while we hauled furniture to a new house, I hurt my neck. The pain started as just an uncomfortable "catch" and then progressed to burning pain in my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," I thought. "I'll just take some ibuprofen, and it will get better."  By Friday, I experienced pain into my head and jaw, down my back and in my arm. Later, my arm went numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," I thought. "I really don't have time for this.  It will go away on it's own."  I finally submitted to my husband's offer to massage my neck and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a bit better.  I could turn my head in one direction and pretend like there was nothing wrong. Sunday morning I attended Base Chapel without too much difficulty.  On the way home I texted my daughter to find out "whassup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just trying to control the pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?  What did that mean? I offered to take her to the urgent care clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," she texted. "I'm fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a legacy I have left for my children.  Excuses: just like mom used to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://mamaarcher.com/"&gt;MamaArcher's blog&lt;/a&gt; about legacies this week.  What if I replicate myself into a bunch of kids who neglect their own needs? I'd rather let them imitate me in other ways - prayer, trust, generosity, self control.  You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've set two goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the chiropractor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give my kids something of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt; to imitate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It's time for another cup of decaf. Blessings to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-758521529516812629?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/758521529516812629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=758521529516812629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/758521529516812629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/758521529516812629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-like-mom-used-to-make.html' title='Just Like Mom Used to Make'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-1069459348140511894</id><published>2009-01-10T08:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:52:12.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>New Year's Resolutions create quite a stir this time of year. Television news programs dedicate time to offer strategies for being successful. Pastors prepare sermons about how to be more Christ-like in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health concerns seem to top the list of resolutions. Last night at a party, a friend of mine shared that she had started a new diet so was unable to enjoy the hors d'ourves. Too bad.  They were really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happen when we take time to reflect on the past.  We evaluate our progress.  We examine our strengths and weaknesses. When the people of Israel contemplated on their journey, they acknowledged God's acts of mercy and compassion. Have you considered evaluating the past year by God's faithfulness rather than your own successes or failures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we take into account the hand of God in our past, it is easier to look forward with the same eyes. Jeremiah 29:11 reminds us that God knows the plans He has for us to give us a future and a hope. When I think about what I will resolve to do (or not do) in 2009, I submit myself to the plans that God for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could still mean that eating healthy food and exercise are part of God's plan for me. I might give up a bad habit, or be a safer driver.  But more importantly, how will I be focused on being conformed to the image of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey's New Year's Resolutions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will spend more time encouraging others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will seek God's will in my daily schedule with willingness to say "no" to some events that God wants me to step back from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will communicate my faith to my children, friends, and family instead of simply "thinking about it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-1069459348140511894?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1069459348140511894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=1069459348140511894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1069459348140511894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/1069459348140511894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7782916004263821318</id><published>2009-01-09T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:17:02.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>"When it rains, it pours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have been a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;flood&lt;/span&gt; of challenge for the Pitts family.  We shared a "special" family trip before my husband deploys. The day we returned from our trip we signed a lease on a new house and moved our belongings less than half a mile. We love our new home! It has carpet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you military wives know, moving even a short distance presents unexpected challenges.  I had to wear the same shoes for three days because I couldn't find the box that contained alternate choices. When our phone company explained that they weren't certain that we could have Internet service, I said, "I might die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complicate matters, I was helping my husband develop advertising for an upcoming event and my laptop crashed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after more than a week without "contact from the outside world" - I'm BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you all! Let's get together for coffee in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7782916004263821318?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7782916004263821318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7782916004263821318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7782916004263821318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7782916004263821318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-8932355291686427872</id><published>2008-12-31T08:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:13:13.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPS'/><title type='text'>GPS Humor</title><content type='html'>My kids and I have quite a sense of humor when we've had very little sleep and have hyped up on caffeine. We came up with funny things you don't want to hear your GPS say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn left..No, I mean right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. Is west toward California?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer? Are we there yet? I have to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should stop and ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please insert $1.25 for 3 additional minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want the good news or the bad news first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination reached... just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intersection was brought to you by the letters S, T, O and P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where were we going again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abort! Abort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a U turn at the next legal opportunity. Make a U turn at the next available opportunity.  Hey! Find a wide spot in the road and turn around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPS for psychics: Whatever.  You're going to miss the turn anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King James GPS: Thou hast missed thine exit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-8932355291686427872?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8932355291686427872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=8932355291686427872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8932355291686427872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/8932355291686427872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2008/12/gps-humor.html' title='GPS Humor'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-2836414560863487615</id><published>2008-12-29T09:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:10:51.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Shocking, but True</title><content type='html'>Since my children were very young, I faithfully read every book they were interested in. This has led to some interesting conversations about Quidditch, missionaries, survival skills, rhyming words, and vampires.  Yes, I recently read Stephenie Meyer's Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are horrified by this fact, I suggest that you skip this post and check back with me tomorrow for a new topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I in the middle of the second book of the series, I also went to the Twilight movie with my teenage girls... and my mother. This story of true love isn't just for teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to find good themes in the first book.  Ultimately the story is less about vampires and more about a boy and a girl resisting temptation.  They must love each other with very little physical contact. Edward fulfills every girl's dream by showing self control and loving her more than himself. Each character in the story makes a choice - for good or for "evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer, a Mormon author, even selects and apple for the cover of her first book to exemplify the choices that each person has to make.  Will you choose to be a monster?  Will you choose to meet the needs of someone else even if it means making a sacrifice?  Will you be like the Cullens and value human life? Will you be like Bella who takes a risk on those who are rejected by society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.  There are negative things in the story, too. Bella should not be walking around at night alone. Duh! And the obvious fact that the whole vampire things is a little uncomfortable. But I would recommend that you not pass judgment until you've looked at the overall themes that Meyer conveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a literary perspective, I was frustrated by the first 20 pages of the book because it need some editorial help. As most writers understand, our work improves as we write more.  It was easy to relax and enjoy the read as I delved in deeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to share this journey with my teens, I'll let you know if I still feel the same way. For now, I am focused on this conversation about purity and the sacrifice of true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-2836414560863487615?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2836414560863487615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=2836414560863487615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2836414560863487615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/2836414560863487615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2008/12/shocking-but-true.html' title='Shocking, but True'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7914626464365834857</id><published>2008-12-27T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:54:56.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to do today...</title><content type='html'>Our family is visiting San Antonio for a few days.  I've established a list of a few things things NOT to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do NOT refer to the Air Force Training instructors as "Mounties" event though they wear those black hats with wide brims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do NOT eat anything healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do NOT forget to stop at every Starbucks looking for "Taylor, the latte boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do NOT throw up on the roller coaster at Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do NOT yell at the children when they ask "Are we there yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do NOT eat at Chipotle more than once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do NOT forget it's December even though it's 80 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do NOT forget to take my meds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7914626464365834857?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7914626464365834857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7914626464365834857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7914626464365834857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7914626464365834857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-not-to-do-today.html' title='What not to do today...'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-4947747546934225757</id><published>2008-12-23T07:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:28:30.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I Learned'/><title type='text'>What I learned at 7am</title><content type='html'>This morning two of my children have dental appointments.  (Many of you already know where this is going.) Two months ago in a moment of total organization, I pulled out my calendar and agreed that I would have two teenagers in dental chairs by 8am on December 23rd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am usually up this early, I had know way of knowing that I would be sick with the worst cold in history. I spent the night sniffling, sneezing, and coughing.. that was after I took the Nyquil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between kleenex, I had the joy of waking up two sleeping teens.  "You have to get up now," I said in my sweetest, scratchy voice.  "We have to go to the dentist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, writing this post while two groggy kids growl while finding clothes to wear. It's going to be a grand day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop by Starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-4947747546934225757?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4947747546934225757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=4947747546934225757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4947747546934225757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/4947747546934225757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-learned-at-7am.html' title='What I learned at 7am'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-6243091483357311482</id><published>2008-12-21T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:12:47.397-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>For many of us, the Christmas season is a celebration of the humble beginnings of a Savior. The gospel of John reminds us that the story of Christ, the Redeemer, began long before this day. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our human minds package the Christmas story neatly with Mary and Joseph in the stable surrounded by peaceful animals and visiting shepherds. Then we place a big bow on top with angels singing praises and a few fancy gifts from afar. Our picture comes from other gospel writers. John simply calls this gift “The Word made flesh.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our mortal eyes see the life of Christ fixed in time – beginning at &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and ending on a hillside outside &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the appearance one angel to a young woman named Mary, and another to Mary Magdalene outside an empty tomb. For John, the story dwells between two leaders for the kingdom – John the Baptist to warm up the crowd and Peter who would take “The Jesus Show” on its first world tour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This season as we approach the manger where Jesus was born, let us consider the words that John uses to conclude his gospel. Just after the establishment of Peter as the future leader of Christ’s message, John writes, “And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John says we have just a glimpse of who God is through His Son. He is a living God, not confined by a mere story. If Jesus’ life on earth cannot be contained within the pages of a book (nor the entire volume of cyberspace), then how much greater must be His presence throughout the ages!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His birth is merely a piece of the picture. The Word – Jesus – has been in the story of the world the whole time. The Son of God was present in the garden of Eden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Word of God was with Moses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The King of Kings stood with David.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Messiah walked with Daniel. The Eternal God appeared to John. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what about today?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, the story of Jesus Christ the Redeemer continues in my life and in yours. He offers the gift of Himself this Christmas season. A gift that keeps on giving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-6243091483357311482?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6243091483357311482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=6243091483357311482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6243091483357311482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/6243091483357311482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-gift.html' title='A Christmas Gift'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498066217607450133.post-7687645960888157387</id><published>2008-12-19T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:59:30.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Friday</title><content type='html'>Most mornings I open a bag of fresh coffee beans and grind those babies down to a fine silt before tossing them in the coffee pot.  I've been spoiled immensely by the delight of fresh grounds and a rich cup of java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 6:00am when I opened my coffee cabinet, I was shocked to find the first shelf empty.  The second shelf hold several kinds of sweeteners - granulated sugar, turbinado sugar, sugar I bought in Hawaii, Splenda, and the like. The first shelf is always reserved for bags of coffee beans, portable cups and lids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was going to be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After digging through the very top shelf of miscellaneous coffee related items, I found an unopened bag of coffee - PRE-GROUND! Oh the horror of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Director of Kitchen Services in our home I declared a state of emergency and determined that an exception must be made. I ripped the bag open and dumped coffee grounds into my coffee grinder. Maybe if I grind them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, it would taste the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell you that it is most definitely NOT the same. For those of you who do not even know how to use a coffee grinder, you have my sympathies.  You are missing out on something incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for the day: If tea leaves can tell the future, I wonder what my coffee grounds are telling me about what kind of day I'm going to have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498066217607450133-7687645960888157387?l=lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7687645960888157387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5498066217607450133&amp;postID=7687645960888157387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7687645960888157387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498066217607450133/posts/default/7687645960888157387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehappensafterjava.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s a Friday'/><author><name>casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12555635092892306358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhfCd-m-XRU/SW5vVqPvGRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VeCauRaMTnk/S220/coffee+cup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
