<?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-4384455967616805396</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:49:50.658-06:00</updated><category term='firsts'/><category term='diet'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='my tiny bladder'/><category term='church'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='jj'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='spiritual growth'/><category term='work'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>dawnvon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-4152089187764425986</id><published>2009-10-27T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:16:45.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>dieting progress</title><content type='html'>i have found the best way to lose weight fast. simply don't eat. it may seem a little hard, but i found a way to overcome the hunger. get influenza. if you feel so bad that you don't want to get out of bed, then you won't feel like getting up to fix something. it works best if your husband feels the same way so he won't be tempted to wait on you. an even quicker and more miserable way is to have a stomach bug so you throw up anything that you found the strength to eat, but i haven't done that this time. i have lost almost half an inch around my belly since sunday. this diet really works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-4152089187764425986?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/4152089187764425986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/10/dieting-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/4152089187764425986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/4152089187764425986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/10/dieting-progress.html' title='dieting progress'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-1970035820972384959</id><published>2009-10-18T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:35:36.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my tiny bladder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jj'/><title type='text'>giant elbows and and a tiny bladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had too much water last night before going to bed. that doesn't usually matter though. as long as i'm asleep, i can wait til morning to empty my bladder. if i wake up though, i can't go back to sleep until i relieve myself. unfortunately, JJ kept having dreams about sticking his elbows in my face, so i kept waking up. so, i'd crawl over him, drag myself to the bathroom, do my business, crawl back over him, then attempt to roll him over to the other side of the bed. have you ever tried to roll a sleeping 300lb man over? i'd fally back asleep eventually, the a couple hours later, we'd start the process all over again. he's hunting for the rest of the afternoon, so i'm going to take up the whole bed and take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-1970035820972384959?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/1970035820972384959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-5161401530474771965</id><published>2009-10-14T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:27:12.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so in the past few weeks, 4 of mine and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jj's&lt;/span&gt; good friends (3 of which were in our wedding) have revealed that they're pregnant. it's freaking me out. i am being super careful about the birth control, let me tell you. i am very excited for all of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in other good news, another two good friends have been looking for jobs for at least 6 months. they have both found one in the past month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is a month of blessings i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the past couple days have been pretty crazy for me. not because they've been busy, because they haven't. it's actually because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been stuck at home all day long by myself w/o my car (it's in the shop getting the squeaky ball joints replaced, praise God!). the nice thing about is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just been super lazy for once and have done almost nothing productive... okay, absolutely nothing productive. it's good to have those days once in a while. today i have to make up for it though and clean this house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it hasn't all been that wonderful though. yesterday i was followed around by this giant, freaky-looking creepy crawler in my house. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been so freaked out by a bug before. in fact, bugs usually don't bother me at all. if they're in the way, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; scoop them up with a piece of paper or something and take them outside to let them free.  i eat bugs when it suits the occasion. when i was younger i would play with them. when i found out that the crickets with the stick coming out their butt are females and the stick is how they lay their eggs, i just had to find out what would happen if i broke the stick off. all that to say, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not afraid of bugs. yesterday was a different story. i found a 2 inch spider looking thing on my wall. i thought it was a spider at first, but when i got close to it, it jumped out towards me. i screamed like a little girl. then i noticed that the front legs were actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antennae&lt;/span&gt; and the body looked like a cricket/flea. i was terrified of this bug. it followed me around the house too. if i got up from the couch, it followed. if i went to the chair, it followed. i tried several times to trap it with a cup, but every time i got close it jumped towards me and i screamed bloody murder and jumped onto the couch. i finally decided to find out what it was. when i started searching on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, the bug started freaking out and jumping towards and around me and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; stopped working. i dropped the computer on the floor and ran across the house and jumped into my bed. i finally worked up the courage to get my computer again and took it to the bed. i looked for quite a while and finally came across this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392490774194730466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/StX5ydpyteI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mMxI4E2K9qY/s320/cricket_camel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;it's called a camel cricket or a cave cricket. they are harmless. i wish i had known that about 5 hours earlier. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; said this about them: Given their limited vision, cave crickets will often jump towards any perceived threat in an attempt to frighten it away. (you better believe it!) Their large hind legs allow them to jump high and far. Their long legs have caused them to be more commonly referred to as "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sprickets&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spickets&lt;/span&gt;", a blending of "spiders" (whose legs they resemble) and "crickets".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so, i have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spricket&lt;/span&gt; in my house. there is a much smaller one in the bathroom too. it's not quite as intimidating. that's what i dealt with yesterday. and I'M going to be a missionary? God's going to have so much fun with me someday.
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-5161401530474771965?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/5161401530474771965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5161401530474771965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5161401530474771965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-crap.html' title='holy crap!'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/StX5ydpyteI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mMxI4E2K9qY/s72-c/cricket_camel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-539749899911786455</id><published>2009-10-08T09:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:37:34.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>the stork is everywhere lately!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been thinking about one of my dearest friends a lot lately. she lives far away, so i haven't gotten to see her in a long time, but i think about her a lot. the other day i had a feeling that i needed to call her because she might be pregnant. i thought, how silly, then i got distracted, so i never called her. well, yesterday, she called me and guess what she had to tell me... she's pregnant! i'm so excited for her. she's going to be such a great mom. she said she goes from being excited and happy to freaking out and scared a lot. gosh i miss her. i wish i could be there with her as she goes through all the exciting and not so exciting changes. i think i might have to save up so i can go visit when she has the baby. i can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-539749899911786455?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/539749899911786455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/10/stork-is-everywhere-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/539749899911786455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/539749899911786455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/10/stork-is-everywhere-lately.html' title='the stork is everywhere lately!'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-7073933225981704190</id><published>2009-09-29T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:48:26.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, we found our new vacation spot - Hot Springs.  We stayed at the Arlington Hotel.  This place was like stying in a History Museum.  It wasn't quite as luxurious as I thought it would be, but the history of it was exciting.  Several Presidents have stayed there for their spa getaways.  The coolest thing for me was staying a few rooms down from where Al Capone stayed several weeks out of the year.  He would come for the great spas and the gambling.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Speaking of spas... We had a wonderfully relaxing experience at the Arlington Spa.  We had a Hot Springs mineral water bath, sauna, body wrap, and massage.  It was beautiful.  I was worried that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; might not like it since he hates lotion and being hot.  But he liked it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were quite a few museums that we look forward to trying out next time.  We did get to go to the Mid America Science &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; was excited about that because they had a Tesla coil (it's an electrical thing).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We wanted to see some gardens, but we got there too late, so we'll be seeing that next time too.  The drive to Hot Springs and around the area was gorgeous, so we weren't too disappointed that we missed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did have one big disappointment though.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; decided he wanted to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murfreesboro&lt;/span&gt; and mine for diamonds since it was only an hour away.  But, we were running low on time, so we found a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crystal&lt;/span&gt; mine that was a lot closer.  Since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murfreesboro&lt;/span&gt; is only $7 to get in, we assumed it would be close to the same to get into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crystal&lt;/span&gt; mine.  No, it was $20 plus the cost of gloves, digging utensils, and gloves.  Ridiculous.  We spent a few hours out there and found a few small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crystals&lt;/span&gt; and one big one that was stuck in a rock that weighed as much as me, so we left it.  Thankfully, the lady let us take home one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crystals&lt;/span&gt; that they had found that they priced at $30 so we could get our money's worth out of the ordeal.  Well, when we were picking it out, I sliced my thumb on the sharp edge of one.  OUCH!  Fortunately, they had some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; (it happens pretty often).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, it was a wonderful, relaxing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rejuvenating&lt;/span&gt; trip.  It was so good to spend so much time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; to just relax.  I'm so glad we got to take this trip.  If you haven't had some alone time with your spouse recently, I recommend taking a trip to Hot Springs soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-7073933225981704190?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/7073933225981704190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/7073933225981704190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/7073933225981704190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh... :-)'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-5265955727187674574</id><published>2009-09-18T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:03:56.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Pray for this little guy!</title><content type='html'>see that picture to the right?  click on his picture to find out more about him so you can pray for him.  he was born very early and could use all the help he can get to grow up to be a strong and healthy little boy.  thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-5265955727187674574?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://glamlifehousewife.blogspot.com/' title='Pray for this little guy!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/5265955727187674574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/pray-for-this-little-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5265955727187674574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5265955727187674574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/pray-for-this-little-guy.html' title='Pray for this little guy!'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-2073106239961130158</id><published>2009-09-15T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:37:31.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jj'/><title type='text'>vacation!!!</title><content type='html'>in 1.5 weeks, we are going on vacation.  i have been wanting to do this all summer.  i can't wait!!  :-)  we are going to hot springs for some luxurious r&amp;amp;r.  i found a good deal online for 2 nights at the &lt;a href="http://www.arlingtonhotel.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arlington&lt;/span&gt; hotel&lt;/a&gt; and mineral bath and massage for the two of us.  :-)  it will be so wonderful.  we're also going to the mid-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt; museum and the national park.  we don't really have much else planned, which is great.  we're just going to relax and have some fun.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-2073106239961130158?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/2073106239961130158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/2073106239961130158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/2073106239961130158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation.html' title='vacation!!!'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-5050586572594033745</id><published>2009-09-11T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:33:21.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have i started that new diet yet?</title><content type='html'>psh!  are you kidding me?  no way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-5050586572594033745?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/5050586572594033745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-i-started-that-new-diet-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5050586572594033745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5050586572594033745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-i-started-that-new-diet-yet.html' title='have i started that new diet yet?'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-6845176418211297683</id><published>2009-08-29T20:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:37:29.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my married belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i got married, i've gained about 15 pounds, about 10 of those in one month. the good news is that some of that fat that i gained has gone to fill up my bra a little more... there's always room for that! the bad news is that most of it has gone to my belly and thighs, leaving me with extra silver slivers (aka stretch marks) snaking over my new plump body. i tried hard for a month to just eat healthier and exercise a little more. the results were discouraging, so i kind of rebelled against my little program and stopped trying. i'm going to go on a diet soon to get to a healthier weight, then i'll stick to a normal, healthy lifestyle and hopefully stay there. before i start though, i will leave you with this. i happened upon &lt;a href="http://jackierenee77.blogspot.com/2009/06/speaking-english-is-what-kills-you.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; and found a funny post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong
life. Is this true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's
it...don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up
your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the
life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and
vegetables?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow
eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more
than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain?
Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable).
And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of
vegetable products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is
distilled wine - that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get
even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms
up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is
one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a
regular exercise program?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No
Pain...Good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! .....Foods are fried these days in
vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more
vegetables be bad for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft
around the middle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger.
You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO - Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!!
It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to
me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may
have had about food and diets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention
of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid
in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly
used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word
on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those
conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart
attacks than Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart
attacks than Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer
heart attacks than Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart
attacks than Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausage and
fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat and drink what
you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking English is apparently what kills you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'll let you know when i start the diet and how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-6845176418211297683?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/6845176418211297683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-married-belly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/6845176418211297683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/6845176418211297683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-married-belly.html' title='my married belly'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-465141326451871018</id><published>2009-07-24T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:56:02.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.  it's been a while</title><content type='html'>i haven't posted in forever. a lot has happened since my last post. jj and i went on vacation. it was a lot more fun that i thought it would be. i even caught a fish. wuhoo!



the biggest thing that is on my mind today though is dear Mrs. Roberts. you know, the godly woman with altzheimer's? she had been doing really bad the past couple weeks. she just started to shut down. she couldn't eat very well. she couldn't respond except to yes or no questions and even those were hard. everyday i would stare at her chest to make sure it was still moving because i was afraid she would forget to breathe. on friday they took her to the hospital. after we got her all loaded up and ready to go, i left to go home. i cried the whole way, knowing that this was it. i went to see her a couple times and then yesterday they called me to let me know that she had passed away. i didn't really cry about it until jj came home and hugged me. even then i didn't really cry as much as i feel like i need to. i've had a small lump in my throat though. i'm more sad for her sweet husband. he was such a loving and committed husband. there were several times the last week that he would leave the room and the next time i saw him his eyes were puffy and red. this is such a cliche' thing, but i know she's a lot happier now. a couple weeks ago, she kept asking how much longer she would have to be like this. she even told her daughter that she was dying. she was suffering severely and was just ready to go home to be with her Lord. this is one of those times that i have absolutely no doubt that she is with Jesus. i'm happy for her. but of course the selfish side of me misses her.



please pray for her husband and her family and me as we mourn the loss of a wonderful woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-465141326451871018?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/465141326451871018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/465141326451871018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/465141326451871018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-its-been-while.html' title='wow.  it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-5047866921403737642</id><published>2009-06-10T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:03:46.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>old age</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i like my job. i take care of old people. i love sitting around and hearing their stories and listening to their wisdom.

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i like to hear about what they did when they were younger. sometimes it's kind of sad to hear, b/c they're not like that anymore. for example, one lady i take care of once a week at a nursing home has alzheimer's. she used to be a very active woman... hiking, camping, rock climbing, traveling, tennis. in fact, she won a tennis tournament when she was 76 against a forty-something-year-old. her body didn't loose much of it's ability, but her mind has forgotten how to stand up. she used to play the piano and sing too, but her mind has forgotten how to make words. in fact, her mind has forgotten how to do almost everything except sleep and exist. pretty soon she'll forget how to eat, then how to breath, then how to pump blood. it's morbid, i know. but it's true.


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's not always morbid. sometimes it's inspiring. one lady i take care of in her home a few days a week also has alzheimer's. she still remembers how to stand and have simple conversations, although she sometimes forgets that she's home and who her husband is. the thing about altzheimer's is that you forget how to control yourself. some people who were admired for their generosity when they were younger turn cranky and mean, but i think they're still admirable b/c that just shows that those things weren't necessarily natural to them before and they had to work hard to be so lovable. this lady isn't that way. she's naturally kind and generous. i think that says so much about her character. kindness and gentleness are so much part of her, that she can't forget how to be that way, she just is. she's my favorite.


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sometimes, when people age, they start to lose control of their life. people that love them, start telling them what to do, for their own good (usually). sometimes it bothers them. one guy i check on a few times a week refuses to take a shower and his insulin when i'm not there because his family is always nagging him about it. i don't really have to say anything usually and he does what he needs to do. but then his wife started talking to me in front of him about how i have so much control over him and can get him to do things... it's been going downhill since then. he's been more reluctant to take his insulin and his showers. even though it's hard to get him to do those important things, his wife nags at him about shaving his beard. they don't even sleep in the same room, so i know it's not for intimate reasons. she just nags. (i refuse to ever become that kind of wife.) who cares if he shaves! he won't take his insulin and his blood sugar is through the roof! anyway, a few days ago he was getting agitated with me because i asked him to take a shower for me "so my boss won't get mad and tell me i'm not doing my job." i asked him why he's been refusing to take showers lately and he got really defensive and yelled that he would just take a shower if that would shut me up. when he got out, i could tell he was feeling bad because he was avoiding eye contact. i asked him when he would prefer to take a shower, mornings or afternoons, because he shouldn't have to work around my schedule... he's a grown man and should take them when he wants to and i don't want to annoy him by trying to get him to do something he doesn't feel like doing yet. he said he likes it when i come in the morning. even though nothing changed, it was still his choice and he's back in control. he still doesn't shave though. i'm not going there. i'd rather put up with his nagging wife. that's the one thing in his life that he can rebel with that isn't bad for his health. if he wants to grow a beard, let him.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

so far i've learned a few valuable lessons from working with these people:
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to be healthy now so that i'll be healthy later. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want godliness to be such a part of me that, even if i lose the ability to make myself that way, i will just be godly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to be the kind of wife that bullies my husband but the kind that emboldens and encourages my husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is a good job for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-5047866921403737642?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/5047866921403737642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5047866921403737642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5047866921403737642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-age.html' title='old age'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-7334053491108087739</id><published>2009-06-02T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:09:27.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>my attempt at posting pictures</title><content type='html'>do you see any pictures on this post? me neither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-7334053491108087739?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/7334053491108087739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-attempt-at-posting-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/7334053491108087739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/7334053491108087739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-attempt-at-posting-pictures.html' title='my attempt at posting pictures'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-347013575534711002</id><published>2009-05-21T14:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:10:01.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jj'/><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we got married, I looked for a job for at least a month before I even got a phone call. Finally, a woman called asking me to work in the nursery at a church on Sunday mornings, Monday evenings, and Wednesday evenings. The pay was pretty good for the job and it was the only job I had been offered up to that point. The only problem was that the church wasn't &lt;em&gt;OUR&lt;/em&gt; church. This meant that I wouldn't get to have fellowship with the church that my husband has learned a lot from for a few years with people that have helped him mature in his faith. It also meant that I wouldn't get to attend any church or Sunday school very often. Another thing was that I wouldn't have as many opportunities to be involved in church ministries. If you know me at all, you know that this isn't the best scenario for me, but at the time, it was the only one we had to choose from, so I took the job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've really enjoyed working with the kids in the nursery. I've also really enjoyed my other job working with elderly people in their homes. However, we need more money to get out of debt, health insurance, and I need to be involved in church/ministry. So, when we got a call a few weeks ago about a paid, full-time ministry opportunity for me, I got really interested. I would get to work with the youth group and help the youth get more involved with the rest of the church. However, the church wanted me to also be like an associate pastor who is preparing to be a lead pastor someday... um... I don't know if I'm quite up for that kind of responsibility. I told them I'd pray about it and talk to JJ and see what he thinks. JJ was super supportive of my desire to be in church and in ministry. But he also wanted to make sure I was interested in this opportunity for the right reasons. Did I really want to be a youth pastor/associate pastor? Did I really feel like God was calling me to do full time ministry right now? Or, did I just want to do &lt;em&gt;some kind&lt;/em&gt; of ministry and be involved &lt;em&gt;some how&lt;/em&gt;? Were there other ways to fulfill that desire where I am right now? Have I heard God telling me anything regarding this position? If not, what was the last thing I heard God tell me He wanted from me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My answers: not really, not sure, YES, yes, no, and "go to China and marry JJ"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I pretty much made up my mind that the youth pastor position wasn't right for us right now before bedtime, but I wanted to go ahead and sleep on it before I called them back up and said no. But it did get us to talking about our current situation. The things we were sure of were that there are ways for me to get involved in ministry and that I didn't have to do anything extremely drastic to do it. However, it would take one change. I really need to quit my job as a nursery worker. The thing is, it pays pretty well and we could really use the money. But, we could still be even more careful with how we spend our money. Right now, we waste money on eating out and just spending a few bucks here and there on stuff like pops or candy. We also make too many trips to see family. If we cut out the eating out and the extra candy, we'd save probably $100 a month, and probably loose a few pounds of extra fat. And if we took turns between parents and only saw one set per month, we'd probably save another 100 bucks a month. That would take care of most of the money we'd be loosing from my job. And, then I'd also be free to work more hours with the elder care job without having to work during church times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's definitely a leap of faith. We're trusting that God will give us the discipline to use our money carefully and that He will provide us with the rest. But He has already shown us that He will take care of us. I gave my notice at the nursery and the next day, my other job called to offer us &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; affordable health insurance even though I haven't been working quite long enough to qualify (I didn't even realize they offered it). Now that I've given my notice, I've been brainstorming of ways to get involved at &lt;em&gt;OUR&lt;/em&gt; church. Maybe the worship team, but it seems like there's already more than enough help with that. Maybe get more involved with the youth, but they also seem to have enough help. Maybe I'll just have to sit back for a little while and watch for an opportunity that no one else has seen yet. No matter what, I know God wants me to get involved and join this little part of His family and He will bless us through it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-347013575534711002?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/347013575534711002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-we-got-married-i-looked-for-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/347013575534711002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/347013575534711002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-we-got-married-i-looked-for-job.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-3383900961829439971</id><published>2009-05-05T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:10:35.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>the past couple weekends have been a lot of fun for me. the weekend before last, i went to siloam to see a few of my favorite friends. we had a great dinner at Marketplace... yum! then, we went bowling in our fancy/goofy outfits. it's so refreshing to spend time with old friends. the next day we went shopping and i got to go to the dogwood festival and ran into even more fun people. then i got to go back again this past weekend for a friend's birthday. i also got to have lunch with a new friend here in fort smith. and sunday night, JJ took me to red lobster and treated me like the most beautiful princess in the world. then last night, we had only my favorite kids in the nursery and it was a blast. today, i'm going to another get together with some fun people i don't really know very well, but hope to. friends are so important to sanity. i'm so glad i have such great ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-3383900961829439971?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/3383900961829439971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/3383900961829439971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/3383900961829439971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-2871675914895397757</id><published>2009-04-24T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:11:00.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Uuuggghhh!!!</title><content type='html'>will the car problems never end?! if we have one more car problem, i think my head will explode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-2871675914895397757?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/2871675914895397757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/uuuggghhh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/2871675914895397757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/2871675914895397757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/uuuggghhh.html' title='Uuuggghhh!!!'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-6293375011065374811</id><published>2009-04-18T19:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:11:24.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual growth'/><title type='text'>2 out of 3's not bad</title><content type='html'>the weekend was tons of fun. the preaching was inspiring. the fellowship with the kids and other sponsors was encouraging. the music... not so much.


the preacher spoke out of Hebrews 4:12-
&lt;blockquote&gt;For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword,
and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and
marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"living" comes from the word zoe which means life. "active" comes from the word energes which means energy. so, the Word of God is our life and energy. when we neglect it, its like starving yourself. it's good to have reminders occassionally, because i've been forgetting to eat and have been starving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the kids were so much fun and the other sponsors were too. there were two other women sponsors. they were both moms of a couple of the teens. one of them thought it would be fun for us to ambush the guys with water guns when they got back from basketball. she was so right! we asked the guy at the front desk to call our room when the guys came in so we could be ready... and he DID! how awesome is that!? we soaked them as they came out of the elevator while trying to contain all our giggles and squeals so we wouldn't disturb the people in the room with the "do not disturb" door hanger. all the guys came up except jj and the youth pastor, tim. aparently, jj hurt his leg and so they dropped the guys off and went to walgreens for bandage to wrap it with. so, i called to make sure he was okay... and to find out when they would be back (so we could be ready for them). i'm such a good wife. i had the feeling that they knew what i was up to, so we staked out, not just the elevators, but the stairs too. however we got distracted and all ended up back at the elevator. when we heard it ding, we all got very excited, but i saw tim walk out of the stairwell just in time to tell the girls not to shoot the person that was about to come out of the elevator, who happened to be the guy from the front desk. tim told the guy what we were up to and asked him to tell us that we were disturbing other guests and that if we didn't stop we would be kicked out. we're just a nice little group of pranksters. it's all in love. jj was okay, even though he has a bit of a limp still. a banana helped the cramping a little. we had a blast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, the music wasn't really that wonderful. they had a group from nw arkansas lead it. they were youth themselves. some of their issues will work themselves out with maturity, but it was really hard to keep a straight face sometimes. the guitars and drums were fairly good, but the vocals were just... well, the leader guy was probably 15 or so. he had a decent voice and fairly good pitch with the occassional typical teenage boy squeak. but he sang with this awful, obviously fake british accent. i mean, come on kid! you're from rogers. you're not fooling anyone. and then there was the girl. she was 16 and sang about as well as jj. for those of you who don't know what that is like, ask the howling dogs. i did okay about not wincing too much, until tim lost it and laughed a little. that made me laugh. which made jj laugh (he didn't understand what we were laughing about since he was blessed this weekend with tone deafness, but he thought it was funny that we were laughing), which made another guy laugh. fortunately, it was more like giggles all at different times, so we weren't caught.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, we had a great time. i was encouraged and inspired and got to know people. thank you God for bringing me closer to you once more.&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/4384455967616805396-6293375011065374811?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/6293375011065374811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-out-of-3s-not-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/6293375011065374811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/6293375011065374811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-out-of-3s-not-bad.html' title='2 out of 3&apos;s not bad'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-2270336389779551010</id><published>2009-04-17T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:13:28.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual growth'/><title type='text'>let's hit the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this weekend, jj and i are going with the church youth group to a conference. i'm kind of excited because, jj said there's going to be great preaching and we don't really get that at our church. there's a lot of good things that are going on at our church, but the preaching isn't one of them. on sunday mornings, i'm usually trying to either stay awake or not laugh out loud b/c jj and the people we sit with are making sarcastic jokes about the poor guy chasing rabbits at the front. it's pretty sad. so, since i've always enjoyed listening to good preaching, i'm looking forward to the weekend. i'm guessing there's going to be some good worship music too (which is another area our church could improve on). another thing i'm looking forward to is the fellowship. i haven't had too many chances to get to know people b/c i work on wednesday nights during the discipleship groups (which is something i really like about our church, but don't get to experience enough). going on a trip is always a good way to get to know people better. please pray that this will be a spiritually encouraging weekend for me and that i will grow closer to God through the sermons, the worship, and the fellowship. i need it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-2270336389779551010?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/2270336389779551010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-hit-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/2270336389779551010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/2270336389779551010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-hit-road.html' title='let&apos;s hit the road...'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-5041370952337764739</id><published>2009-04-14T15:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:30:15.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jj'/><title type='text'>TAXES!!! dun. dun. dunnnn.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've always been a procrastinator, and will probably always have that tendency. but since failing out of college for that reason, i've tried to overcome that. i even started talking about doing our taxes as soon as we got our w-2s this year. however, b/c of the percieved complications with marriage, moving, and job changes, jj thought it would be best to wait and have a guy from our church do them. i agreed that it might be helpful, but i didn't mind doing them online, since tax act online pretty much holds your hand the whole way through. well, february went by, then march, and all of a sudden, it's april 8th. we couldn't find one of jj's w-2s or something, so he suggested filing for an extension. i thought we needed to just find that thing. so, we tore up the apartment looking for it. he finally found it two days ago and he wanted to go talk to the guy from our church... are you kidding me? there's no way he's going to be able to do our taxes for us when he has a million and one other people who are paying him to do it. so jj suggested an extension again. i finally did them this morning and it took less than 2 hours, even with all the extra stuff that could have been complicated. i really wish we had done them sooner, because we're going to get a nice refund, but it feels so good to have that off our backs now.


now we have the money to fix my car and his motorcycle and pay back our parents for helping us out with all our other car problems that we've had in the past month (which have been more than the allotted amount for an entire year). i vote that we put the rest in savings, after we take a cheap little romantic getaway for a weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-5041370952337764739?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/5041370952337764739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/taxes-dun-dun-dunnnn.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5041370952337764739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/5041370952337764739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/taxes-dun-dun-dunnnn.html' title='TAXES!!! dun. dun. dunnnn.....'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384455967616805396.post-1261293582571845031</id><published>2009-04-07T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:30:57.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jj'/><title type='text'>i've given in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i've given in and made the switch. i was getting a little bored with xanga and no one was reading my blogs anymore (not that many people read my xanga anyway). a year ago today, JJ called me to see if i wanted to "hang out." i'm excited because april and may are going to be full of anniversaries of "firsts." like, in a few days will be the anniversary of our first kind of date, then later will be our first official date, then later will be when we had our first dtr (define the relationship). anyway, it doesn't feel like it's been a year since he called me. it was so out of the blue, cause i hadn't seen him since february, i was pretty shocked. it was a very exciting night because Sadie was in labor that night too. i wanted to call her so bad because i was so excited, but, she was a little too busy talk. :-) a year ago today was the beginning for us. wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384455967616805396-1261293582571845031?l=dawnvon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/feeds/1261293582571845031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-given-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/1261293582571845031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384455967616805396/posts/default/1261293582571845031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawnvon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-given-in.html' title='i&apos;ve given in!'/><author><name>dawnvon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784763085008219375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NlHgyzb0uHE/SdunVvSNp4I/AAAAAAAAABI/TZLsDDxLGhg/S220/cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
