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Time'/><category term='April is National Poetry Month and PAD(Poem a Day)Challenge'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Second Annual NOVELWritingSite'/><category term='Day 3 Blogging from A-Z Challenge C is for CURIOSITY'/><category term='NaBloPoMo Day 20'/><category term='Day 14 April NaBloPoMo(National Blog Posting Month) Sprouting Green Living'/><category term='Another Flash Fiction Piece Selected for Publication Online'/><category term='2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 4'/><category term='Red Ribbon Week  October 22-30'/><category term='Another Versatile Blogger Award'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Theme Thursday-Television'/><category term='Christian Writers March blog chain'/><category term='Today is Black Poetry Day and the Birthday of Juniter Hammon...'/><category term='Mustard Seed Faith'/><category term='Unmasked'/><category term='April is Autism Awareness Month'/><title type='text'>Words are Timeless</title><subtitle type='html'>"Words are 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You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness." 
 — Khalil Gibran</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>354</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-550554268526867549</id><published>2012-01-24T09:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:57:43.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Close to Home-The January 23rd 2012 East Jefferson County Alabama Tornado'/><title type='text'>Close to Home-The January 23rd 2012 East Jefferson County Alabama Tornado</title><content type='html'>In the dark hours of yesterday morning another tornado ripped through my state of Alabama. This time it hit home. The tornado was within a half mile of my house. It obliterated communities, destroyed homes and took the life of a 16 year old girl in my community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was too close. My family and I huddled together in the downstairs closet. We survived. God had His hand on us(no other explanation). My husband is a weather watcher and he didn't go to bed the night before. He stayed awake to ensure our safety. Many families were not so lucky or blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tragedy once again in our state, but this time it was too close to home. It could have been my family, my house or our community. I praise God we are alive today. It saddens my heart and soul that others are picking up the pieces of their lives today. The painful memories of January 23rd, 2012 will never be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Jefferson County Alabama was almost wiped off the map(Clay, Centerpoint, Trussville and Pinson). The damage was mainly centered in Centerpoint (buildings and homes gone), Clay(subdivisons gone, one life lost) Trussville(homes gone) Pinson(businesses gone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson attends a Pinson school and today we are thankful and blessed his school is still standing(many aren't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the many victims of yesterday's devastation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lG4QAcj9Mxs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-550554268526867549?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/550554268526867549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-to-home-january-23rd-2012-east.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/550554268526867549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/550554268526867549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-to-home-january-23rd-2012-east.html' title='Close to Home-The January 23rd 2012 East Jefferson County Alabama Tornado'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lG4QAcj9Mxs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6393259035217347005</id><published>2012-01-16T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:25:23.594-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The American Way'/><title type='text'>The American Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIxrj84Av48/TxQwJfuUF1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/6MjZ7HYqKoE/s1600/american_flag-971804.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIxrj84Av48/TxQwJfuUF1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/6MjZ7HYqKoE/s320/american_flag-971804.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The American way....&lt;br /&gt;Truth, justice, liberty for all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today many American's celebrate the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He had a dream, a dream that became a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an American Christian I also have a dream. My dream is not a reality as we forge into 2012. The American people still live divided among racial and cultural barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When our founding fathers wrote The Declaration of Independence it was their goal that every one was to be created equal. &lt;em&gt;"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnhEaw9RUrI/TxQygIBqiII/AAAAAAAAB_I/d6Yt9vv9Gyw/s1600/AmericanDreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnhEaw9RUrI/TxQygIBqiII/AAAAAAAAB_I/d6Yt9vv9Gyw/s320/AmericanDreams.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we not only celebrate a great man's legacy, but we celebrate our freedom, we celebrate all people...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not white, black or brown; we are the human race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all children of God...do not let barriers divide you. Stand up for the American way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2xCL4szcUI/TxQzF_V1rII/AAAAAAAAB_Q/xduk-ivKJRU/s1600/Jesus-Children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2xCL4szcUI/TxQzF_V1rII/AAAAAAAAB_Q/xduk-ivKJRU/s400/Jesus-Children.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&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/5131430776559812078-6393259035217347005?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6393259035217347005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/american-way.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6393259035217347005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6393259035217347005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/american-way.html' title='The American Way'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIxrj84Av48/TxQwJfuUF1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/6MjZ7HYqKoE/s72-c/american_flag-971804.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5820630277583139199</id><published>2012-01-15T11:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:22:19.700-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging from A to Z Challenge April 2012'/><title type='text'>Blogging from A to Z Challenge April 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1DAoF2Gh47Q/TuQrGsEubtI/AAAAAAAABe0/KvG8KAEvEPM/s220/A%2Bto%2BZ%2BBadge%2B2012%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It's almost that time of year to sign up for the &lt;a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/"&gt;A-Z blogging challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;It's fun and a great way to get your creative juices flowing. I participated last year and had great fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sign up starts January 30, 2012. To find out more about the challenge click &lt;a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/what-is-blogging-from-to-z.html"&gt;"What is blogging from A to Z"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-5820630277583139199?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5820630277583139199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging-from-to-z-challenge-april-2012.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5820630277583139199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5820630277583139199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging-from-to-z-challenge-april-2012.html' title='Blogging from A to Z Challenge April 2012'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1DAoF2Gh47Q/TuQrGsEubtI/AAAAAAAABe0/KvG8KAEvEPM/s72-c/A%2Bto%2BZ%2BBadge%2B2012%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5038466911714395960</id><published>2012-01-13T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:48:57.361-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s O.K. to Fail'/><title type='text'>It's O.K. to Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKXW8ndgiAE/TxBoY-aoGsI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9tLKwtit-Po/s1600/failure-to-success.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKXW8ndgiAE/TxBoY-aoGsI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9tLKwtit-Po/s320/failure-to-success.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's O.K. to fail...those words echoed in my head as I prepared to go back to school and earn my college degree. My parents were my champions. They taught me I could go as far as I wanted in life or education. Before I could write my room was filled with encyclopedias, medical and science books. I knew early in life what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be successful. I wanted to be somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my life took an unexpected turn down a one way, dead-end street. My father passed away, I dropped out of high school and became pregnant. My aspirations were put on the back burner,but my parents words still rang in the distance."It's O.K. to fail." I didn't understand what they meant. How was it O.K. to fail at something you worked your whole life to achieve? How could I live my dream if I failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't realize was the true meaning of my parents words. Its not they encouraged or wanted me to fail in whatever I chose to do with my life. They wanted me to know &amp;nbsp;failure is a part of success. In order for me to succeed I first had to fail. I had to make mistakes. I had to go down dead-end streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's O.K. to fail...when I made mistakes and took wrong turns toward my goal I learned valuable lessons. I learned I may not always succeed at my intended goal, but that's alright because I learned to never give up on the most important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success cannot come without failure. Failure is the price I paid in order to become who I am. It is what makes me stronger in my convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an essay I wrote. Please take the time to vote for me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wyzant.com/scholarships/v2/essay32252-Birmingham-AL.aspx"&gt;&lt;img alt="Help me win a $5,000 college scholarship. Vote for my essay!" src="http://www.wyzant.com/Graphics/Pages/scholarships/v2/wyzant-scholarship-badge.png" style="border: 0;" /&gt;&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/5131430776559812078-5038466911714395960?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5038466911714395960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-ok-to-fail.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5038466911714395960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5038466911714395960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-ok-to-fail.html' title='It&apos;s O.K. to Fail'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKXW8ndgiAE/TxBoY-aoGsI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9tLKwtit-Po/s72-c/failure-to-success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7638353115134793832</id><published>2012-01-11T08:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:51:25.720-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Inspires You'/><title type='text'>Who Inspires You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMZcgkbKUtg/Tw2dYvilbBI/AAAAAAAAB6U/anZJ7kC0feA/s1600/inspiration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMZcgkbKUtg/Tw2dYvilbBI/AAAAAAAAB6U/anZJ7kC0feA/s320/inspiration.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't thought much about that question, until I sat down to work on my law school essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready to enter college in the Fall and these three women have inspired me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At fifty-one I am about to enter into the  world of college freshmen. College will be a different avenue. For the last thirty-five years I have&amp;nbsp; been raising a family and working, now I am about to realize my dream. A bachelors degree in criminal justice will be just three and a half years away.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm not in high school anymore. College will be different beast. I know I will feel as if I have gotten myself way in over my head. Long hours of studying and up all nights will start &amp;nbsp;to take a toll on my mind. The underdog syndrome will take over. Determination and desire will&amp;nbsp; fly out the window. I won't be able to see myself graduating. All I will see is failure. My courage was lost until I turned on the television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Three women changed my life and those same three women inspired me to continue my education and not give up.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;One of those women was Claire Danes in the biopic of Temple Grandin an autistic woman who struggles but goes on to graduate from several colleges with multiple degrees. I was inspired by Ms. Grandin's courage and determination. She was an underdog because of  her disability, but she forged through, turned her life into ability and lived her dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Another inspirational woman from whom I drew strength and courage was Loretta Young as Swedish born Katrin Holstrom in The Farmer's Daughter. Katie was a naive girl from the farm who winds up in the city and becomes a congresswoman. Her life gets turned upside down when she involves herself in politics. I was encouraged by Katie. She showed me just because some people think a person is naïve doesn't mean anything. Katie showed everyone she had spunk and set out to fulfill her dream. She was an underdog who might have not accomplished anything if it had not been for spunk. Katie Holstrom inspired me to have spunk, without it I would have quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The last woman I drew inspiration from was Reese Witherspoon as Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. I have always wanted to become a lawyer, but when I saw Legally Blonde and the way Elle Woods didn't let any obstacle get in her way I knew the possibility could become a reality for myself. She was an underdog. Elle had to compete with highly intelligent people, but she did and proved because a person looks different doesn't make them any less smart. The inspiration I took away from Elle Woods was drive. The drive to succeed had always been there. I had just forgotten how to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;    &lt;br /&gt;These three women were underdogs, like myself. They each taught me it takes strength, courage, spunk, determination and drive to make your dreams become a reality. It takes inspiration not to give up. I didn't. I will graduate with my degree in criminal justice and I will be&amp;nbsp; very proud of that success and that part of my life. Without inspiration, strength, courage, determination, spunk and drive I would still be an underdog cowering in the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7638353115134793832?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7638353115134793832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-inspires-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7638353115134793832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7638353115134793832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-inspires-you.html' title='Who Inspires You?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMZcgkbKUtg/Tw2dYvilbBI/AAAAAAAAB6U/anZJ7kC0feA/s72-c/inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3868036970753289457</id><published>2012-01-07T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:20:35.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World is Brown'/><title type='text'>The World is Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdEwSCPXxBM/Twh2GyDWsfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/_6myCdKJQf4/s1600/World-brown-Africa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdEwSCPXxBM/Twh2GyDWsfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/_6myCdKJQf4/s320/World-brown-Africa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The world is brown...&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad fact that everyday we are turning our environment brown. Let's face it, our world is dying and we're not doing anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new year and it should be a brand new world. In 2012 every person on this vast planet should do their part to "reduce, reuse, and recycle". I know I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "change the world" initiative is to change the world from brown to green with the three r's. No, I don't intend to change the world with reading, writing and 'rithmatic but reduce, reuse and recycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO LIVE ON A GREEN PLANET....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step I can take is teaching my family and myself how to reduce. I need to face the fact head on that we are a family of wasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REDUCE&lt;/strong&gt;: Remember every destruction &amp;nbsp;utilized causes erosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have a plan to reduce what my family uses and wastes I came up with a simple solution. I had never really thought much about the destruction I was causing to the planet. I didn't realize every negative thing I was doing when I bought certain product packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to reduce my family's wastefulness. It was my duty to turn my family into a green family who actually cared about the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to utilize new product packaging. Just because a product is packaged in a smaller container doesn't mean I don't get the same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for green packaging. Landfills are over capacity and my household was a contributing factor to the problem, not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now instead of utilizing destructive purchasing behavior, my family now utilizes environmentally friendly products. We want to keep the Earth green and clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REUSE&lt;/strong&gt;: Remember efficient use saves Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's hard for me to remember to reuse. It's also something I need to get into the habit of doing on a daily basis. I've got to learn it's efficient to reuse what I already have and it saves Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of paper or plastic I now use a reusable grocery bag. It's not only economical, but it can be used many times and not harm the planet and take up unwanted space in a landfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many products have multiple uses. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't thought about all the plastic jugs I threw away that could serve other purposes. I now use the jugs for bird feeders, plant containers and scooper's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless when it comes to reuses something lying around the house. My family now thinks twice before throwing anything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be efficient not deficient with the products I buy. Tons of plastic, glass, aluminum and paper sit in landfills because someone like I used to be didn't reuse what they already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Earth is only borrowed, I want to make sure it's here tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECYCLE&lt;/strong&gt;: Remember Earth cannot yield continuous lost energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through reducing and reusing my resources I learned to recycle. Recycling is one of the most important factors in saving Earth. Earth is overloaded with junk. Junk depletes energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want myself or my family to be the cause of energy depletion. We created a recycling station. It's a family affair. The family that recycles together saves the planet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family uses colored coded bins. It's a great system for my grandson to learn about recycling. Recycling not only teaches him values, but how important our planet really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make recycling more interesting I also have special bins I use to make a point about the condition of Earth. I have a brown bin and a green bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week everything recyclable goes into the brown bin. It overflows by the end of the week. I point out to my grandson this is how Earth is. It becomes so full of garbage and becomes overcrowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On recycling day it's his job to sort the glass, plastic, aluminum and paper into the different bins. When he gets through everything is neat and in its place. The brown bin is empty and the green bins are full . He knows green means money, but I taught him it also means when we take all the stuff we collected throughout the week from the brown bin the Earth is happy and now because we chose to recycle the Earth is now a green planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURN THE EARTH GREEN AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan to turn the earth green is simple and it starts with you and me. I want to live on a green planet. I want my grandson to continue to live on a green planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the Earth &lt;br /&gt;that's my motto;&lt;br /&gt;we're about to hit &lt;br /&gt;bottom. &lt;br /&gt;Stop all the smog; &lt;br /&gt;the drain is getting &lt;br /&gt;clogged. &lt;br /&gt;Save the Earth &lt;br /&gt;plant a tree; &lt;br /&gt;so we will be &lt;br /&gt;pollution free. &lt;br /&gt;Clean up the mess; &lt;br /&gt;so we can be our &lt;br /&gt;best. &lt;br /&gt;Save the Earth &lt;br /&gt;give it another chance; &lt;br /&gt;it's time to &lt;br /&gt;enhance. &lt;br /&gt;Protect our resources; &lt;br /&gt;join forces. &lt;br /&gt;Save the Earth &lt;br /&gt;do it today; &lt;br /&gt;don't delay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the first step. Become proactive....&lt;br /&gt;Create a green world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuOcsSG05c4/Twi98w9LhOI/AAAAAAAAB50/pT6WuuB7eFo/s1600/reduce-reuse-recycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuOcsSG05c4/Twi98w9LhOI/AAAAAAAAB50/pT6WuuB7eFo/s320/reduce-reuse-recycle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is part of the &lt;a href="http://www.castleink.com/"&gt;Castle Ink&lt;/a&gt; Paperless Scholarship. The theme is "reduce, reuse, recycle."&lt;br /&gt;Castle Ink is a leading office supply store, specializing in printer ink cartridges and laser toner for most printer brands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3868036970753289457?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3868036970753289457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-is-brown.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3868036970753289457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3868036970753289457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-is-brown.html' title='The World is Brown'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdEwSCPXxBM/Twh2GyDWsfI/AAAAAAAAB5c/_6myCdKJQf4/s72-c/World-brown-Africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3059612614620342945</id><published>2012-01-05T06:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:12:51.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A New Years Quest'/><title type='text'>A New Years Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSOvLNcPigQ/TwT5Pse6vRI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Vl3C44rTX54/s1600/questheader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSOvLNcPigQ/TwT5Pse6vRI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Vl3C44rTX54/s320/questheader.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quest:The act or an instance of seeking or pursuing something; a search.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EAGERLY PURSUE and seek to acquire [this] love [&lt;b&gt;make it your aim, your great quest&lt;/b&gt;]; and earnestly desire and cultivate the spiritual endowments (gifts), especially that you may prophesy (interpret the divine will and purpose in inspired preaching and teaching). &lt;/i&gt;1 Corinthians 14:1 &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;AMP&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Making your ear attentive to skillful and godly Wisdom and inclining and directing your heart and mind to understanding [&lt;b&gt;applying all your powers to the quest for it&lt;/b&gt;]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Proverbs 2:2 AMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a new year many people &lt;i&gt;seek&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;things they cannot attain. I used to be one of those people. Every year I would make my resolution. I would seek something I already knew would be impossible to find. I kept failing my quest for perfection. I had to step back and realize I am not perfect, but I do have a different quest I must attain.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my quest will take me in a different direction, down a different path. This year I will seek the gifts God has for me. My quest may not be easy, but a quest is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will eagerly pursue, seek and acquire love. Last year the love I had in my heart faltered and I lost it somewhere along the path to spirituality. I will earnestly desire and cultivate &amp;nbsp;my spiritual gifts. I will make this my great quest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make my ear attentive to skillful and godly wisdom. I will direct my heart and mind in the direction of understanding. I will apply all my powers to quest for these things this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your quest for the new year? Will your earnestly desire and apply all your powers to seek what you are searching for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is part of January's Christian Writers Blog Chain. You can read more great post by clicking on the links to the right. The topic this month is quest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3059612614620342945?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3059612614620342945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-quest.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3059612614620342945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3059612614620342945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-quest.html' title='A New Years Quest'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSOvLNcPigQ/TwT5Pse6vRI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Vl3C44rTX54/s72-c/questheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1070457061717555211</id><published>2011-12-27T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T06:49:00.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Greatest Gift'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SotUfMBqq2o/Tt1m7EhaAEI/AAAAAAAAB3c/xkcZ0YE-SSw/s1600/blog-chain-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SotUfMBqq2o/Tt1m7EhaAEI/AAAAAAAAB3c/xkcZ0YE-SSw/s1600/blog-chain-logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This post is part of Decembers Christian Writers Blog Chain. You can read more great post by clicking on the links to the right. The topic this month is gift. It's a fitting topic for me because today I turn 51. I didn't receive any gifts because I have already received the greatest gift. Today I want to share my gift with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URRVmSESx6o/Tt1m4kJ3jfI/AAAAAAAAB3U/3a4r6ab5k5M/s1600/nativity1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URRVmSESx6o/Tt1m4kJ3jfI/AAAAAAAAB3U/3a4r6ab5k5M/s320/nativity1.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GREATEST GIFT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;...And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins. Now all this was done , that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying , Behold , a virgin shall be with child , and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is , God with us...” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Matthew 1:21-23 KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas.&lt;/i&gt; When we think of Christmas the first thing that probably pops into our heads are presents. I know for my seven year old grandson presents are the first thing on his mind during the Christmas season. Unfortunately the true meaning of Christmas has become less focused on the Savior and more on commercialism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;For many Christians Christmas has become materialistic instead of spiritualistic. It is more about getting instead of giving. We tend to forget we've already received the greatest gift. On that first Christmas morning over two-thousand years ago we received a life-time gift from our Heavenly Father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The Lord brought forth His greatest gift. Our gift was not wrapped in gold and silver, but in swaddling clothing. The tiny babe who lay in the manger was our gift of salvation. He didn't cost an exorbitant amount, but paid the ultimate price for being given to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Can you think of a better gift to receive on Christmas morning? I know I can't! That precious gift was delivered on Earth as a reminder. When God gave us Jesus He made a promise to always be with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The Lord gave us many gifts to show how much He loved us. He gave us the gift of life. He gave us the gift of peace. But the greatest gift He gave was his Son. When He placed his Son on Earth that long ago first Christmas He did knowing one day Jesus would pay for our sins. God loves us so much He gave his only begotten Son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; When you opened your presents on Christmas morning, did you think about what you might receive, instead of what you have already received. Did you think about the commercialism, instead of the spiritualism. Christmas is only about one price. It's about the price Jesus paid so we could live. It's about the greatest gift we could ever get. Christmas is about &lt;i&gt;Emmanuel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This Christmas Season when you celebrated with your family and friends what was your greatest gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I know the greatest gift I received on Christmas and today on my birthday was my Savior(God's Son) Jesus Christ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1070457061717555211?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1070457061717555211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/greatest-gift.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1070457061717555211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1070457061717555211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/greatest-gift.html' title='The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SotUfMBqq2o/Tt1m7EhaAEI/AAAAAAAAB3c/xkcZ0YE-SSw/s72-c/blog-chain-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6219813417988687860</id><published>2011-12-19T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:28:19.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are You Standing on a Solid Rock or Sinking in Quicksand'/><title type='text'>Are You Standing on a Solid Rock or Sinking in Quicksand?</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaEQ-eRwSwU/Tu4Tf7NnQZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AmsW-phRwXQ/s1600/2778000033_2efdd1387e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaEQ-eRwSwU/Tu4Tf7NnQZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AmsW-phRwXQ/s320/2778000033_2efdd1387e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are you standing on a solid rock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-315WCR96PB8/Tu4TTIGzYdI/AAAAAAAAB34/4FnOU0YAjJ8/s1600/quick-sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-315WCR96PB8/Tu4TTIGzYdI/AAAAAAAAB34/4FnOU0YAjJ8/s1600/quick-sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are you sinking in quicksand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is the time of year many of us find ourselves sinking in quicksand instead of standing on a solid rock. Unfortunately it has become a constant struggle for myself as well. When I comitted to do as God commanded of me, I felt myself sinking into quicksand fast and felt there was no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 69:2 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'a easy to give up and let yourself sink deeper and deeper to the point you can't climb out. Even Christian's tend to let themselves sink into quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will take you out of the quicksand. He will not let you sink. He will recue you only if you let Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. &lt;/em&gt;Psalms 69:14 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not want you to sink into quicksand. He wants you to stand on a solid rock of faith. How soon we forget the Lord is our rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 18:2 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my rock and my fortress when I start to sink into the quicksand of life's woes and worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is none holy as the LORD: for there is none beside thee: neither is there any rock like our God. &lt;/em&gt;I Samuel 2:12 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other that will rescue from the quicksand but the Lord. He is the only one that can save you from a life of destruction. He is the only one that is willing to throw you a lifeline and pull you out of the pit that will swallow you alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust ye in the LORD for ever: for in the LORD JEHOVAH is everlasting strength:&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 26:4 KJV&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6219813417988687860?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6219813417988687860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-standing-on-solid-rock-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6219813417988687860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6219813417988687860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-standing-on-solid-rock-or.html' title='Are You Standing on a Solid Rock or Sinking in Quicksand?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaEQ-eRwSwU/Tu4Tf7NnQZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AmsW-phRwXQ/s72-c/2778000033_2efdd1387e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3646269747069605353</id><published>2011-12-16T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:55:18.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials Tribulation and Trust'/><title type='text'>Trials Tribulation and Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJSFMASyu9s/Tuo1TSMz0EI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Y7FTsQbfwG0/s1600/trust-in-the-lord.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJSFMASyu9s/Tuo1TSMz0EI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Y7FTsQbfwG0/s320/trust-in-the-lord.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the first things we do in the middle of trials or tribulation is shut down. We let Satan win when we fail to trust in the Lord with all our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;John 14:1 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this past few days I've made some personal choices in my walk with the Lord. If you have read my blog you know that Monday and Tuesday were bad days for me. I prayed faithfully Tuesday night for the situation to change. God answered my prayers and on Wednesday the situation looked hopeful, but it would only be the beginning of Satan's destructive path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold, ye trust in lying words, that cannot profit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Jeremiah 7:8 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I trusted not in my Heavenly Father, because I got caught up in the web of Satan's lies. I believed things had really changed, but Satan was determined to trap me and let me die spiritually in his web of deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Jeremiah 17:7 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to walk away rather that stay and fight a battle I would lose. I knew I should not let Satan win. I trust in my Heavenly Father to know that He will provide what I, what my family needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the LORD JEHOVAH is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Isaiah 12:2 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I made a commitment to be re-baptised and tithe as I was commanded I also knew I would battle forces beyond my control. Satan doesn't want to lose another soul to good. He wants to keep a spiritual soul in a dark pit with no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Nahum 1:7 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in the Lord in my time of trials and tribulation because He is my Father, He is my Salvation, He is my Fortress, He is my Stronghold against all evil that will come against me to try and destroy my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all them that trust in him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;II Samuel 22:31 KJV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3646269747069605353?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3646269747069605353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/trials-tribulation-and-trust.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3646269747069605353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3646269747069605353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/trials-tribulation-and-trust.html' title='Trials Tribulation and Trust'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJSFMASyu9s/Tuo1TSMz0EI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Y7FTsQbfwG0/s72-c/trust-in-the-lord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4740488595196788815</id><published>2011-12-14T02:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T03:05:44.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship Wenesday: Jesus Loves You'/><title type='text'>Worship Wenesday: Jesus Loves You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzjCh1jJCzM/TuhcLqZPGgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/kyQTZanHdWY/s1600/cc_cloud_jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzjCh1jJCzM/TuhcLqZPGgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/kyQTZanHdWY/s320/cc_cloud_jesus.jpg" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you! Those three simple words can change your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days I've been stressed out to the point I let my blood pressure go sky high and let my secular self almost over-ride my Christian self. Let's just say I was having 'one of &lt;b&gt;those&lt;/b&gt; days', until the Lord opened my eyes and revealed a very important message to me that He wants me to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sit at the same cubicle at work for almost three months and never noticed anything out of the ordinary until yesterday when I needed the Lord in my life(at that particular moment)to intervene. Have you ever noticed it's sometimes unasked prayers that get answered first. It's the prayers that weigh heavy on our hearts God answers with words rather than actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at my desk and tried to get ready for my day. I thought it would probably be an impossible task, because I had already set myself up for "come what may." &amp;nbsp;I looked up and written in pen(never noticed before) were three words that turned probable disaster into possible dealings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JESUS LOVE YOU&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew in my heart those words were not put there by a fellow co-worker, but by my Heavenly Father. He already knew what my day was going to be like, before I even got started. He knew I need those three simple words. He also knows that everyone of you needs this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you despair, stress or forget you are most important don't ever forget &lt;b&gt;JESUS LOVES YOU&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The bible is filled with many scriptures telling us of His great love for His children. When you forget or Satan takes hold of your mind, soul and heart pick up your bible. The message is as clear as the words that were written to me on an old painted white piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies,Fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind &lt;/i&gt;Philippians 2:1-2 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves us so very much He sent His only son to die for us. Jesus loves us also that He was willing to die for us... Don't ever forget how much you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. &lt;/i&gt;1 John 4:10&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.  &amp;nbsp;He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.  In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.  Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.  Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.  No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.  Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us, because he hath given us of his Spirit.  And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world.  Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.  And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.  Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world.  There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.  We love him, because he first loved us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;1 John 4:7-19 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great reminder of His love for us is a song I learned as a child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus Loves Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus loves me! this I know,&lt;br /&gt;For the Bible tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;Little ones to Him belong;&lt;br /&gt;they are weak but He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me! loves me still,&lt;br /&gt;'tho I'm very weak and ill,&lt;br /&gt;that I might from sin be free,&lt;br /&gt;bled and died upon the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me! He who died&lt;br /&gt;heaven's gate to open wide;&lt;br /&gt;He will wash away my sin,&lt;br /&gt;let His little child come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me! He will stay&lt;br /&gt;close beside me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast bled and died for me,&lt;br /&gt;I will henceforth live for Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me when I'm good. &lt;br /&gt;When I do the things I should. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me when I'm bad, &lt;br /&gt;but it makes him oh so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES, JESUS LOVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; YOU MY FRIEND!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4740488595196788815?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4740488595196788815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/worship-wenesday-jesus-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4740488595196788815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4740488595196788815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/worship-wenesday-jesus-loves-you.html' title='Worship Wenesday: Jesus Loves You'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzjCh1jJCzM/TuhcLqZPGgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/kyQTZanHdWY/s72-c/cc_cloud_jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8675196585161518121</id><published>2011-12-12T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:23:35.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AND THE WINNER IS...'/><title type='text'>"Chicago marketing" Straight North $50 gift card give-a-way...AND THE WINNER IS....</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Myne. She won the $50 gift card from Straight North a &lt;a href="http://www.straightnorth.com/"&gt;Chicago marketing &lt;/a&gt;company. Thanks to Straight North a &lt;a href="http://www.straightnorth.com/"&gt;Chicago marketing &lt;/a&gt;company for providing the $50 gift card. The winner has been notified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8675196585161518121?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8675196585161518121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/chicago-marketing-straight-north-50_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8675196585161518121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8675196585161518121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/chicago-marketing-straight-north-50_12.html' title='&quot;Chicago marketing&quot; Straight North $50 gift card give-a-way...AND THE WINNER IS....'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-613061571633778011</id><published>2011-12-10T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:46:06.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carving Angels Blog Tour Meet Special Guest Author Diane Stringam Tolley'/><title type='text'>Carving Angels Blog Tour Meet Special Guest Author Diane Stringam Tolley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cedarfortbooks.com/blog-tour-carving-angels/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f2uVmbsTWI/Ttro2LrBPmI/AAAAAAAAB20/xtH52546oyY/s320/carvingangelsbanner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Message from the author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carving Angels - Behind the Wood Shavings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love a background story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Just as I love the secondary characters in a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt; adds . . . substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And, let's face it, the lead story and the lead characters have all been done to death. The world is looking for something fresh and new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;But who says that fresh and new can't be siphoned off of the old and overdone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Carving Angels came from just such an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was looking at a picture of Santa Claus, riding in his famous sleigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Pulled by his equally famous reindeer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;he thought struck me - 'Huh. I wonder where he got his sleigh?' It is such an integral part of the whole 'Santa' story, but no one has ever explained where it came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Did he mail order it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The number of stamps alone would be mind-boggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Visit 'Sleighs R Us' on one of his weekend getaways to New York or places south?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Possible, but doubtful. For one thing, I've never seen a 'Sleighs R Us' store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Even in Edmonton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt; sincerely doubt that one could find a Sears or Costco at the North Pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The only other solutions seemed to be either union-made (elves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;, or non-union 'constructed in someone's shop' (also elves).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Bingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I had my premise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Santa's sleigh was constructed by elves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Or more particularly, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;an&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt; elf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A very gifted elf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But what kind of gifts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A metal worker/welder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I'm sure they have them in abundance at the North Pole. After all, who else could construct the plethora of things metal that appear under our tree on Christmas morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Okay, that's one possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Computer whiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Handy, especially when it came to interior bells and whistles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But, let's face it, a virtual sleigh, though it might look good on the silver screen, really couldn't pass muster when it came to actually carrying the big guy and serving as a repository for the all-important toys and gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Computer whizzes - out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Wait. What about a wood carver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We're talking about a night spent in an open sleigh in sub-zero temperatures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Okay, yes, I know that many of Santa's deliveries are to tropical and sub-tropical locales, but we should plan for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;frozen-est, rather than the warm-est, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Moving on . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hmm. Wood vs. metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Wood is so much warmer than metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Anyone who has done the all important/stupid frozen metal-tongue test (and I'm not saying I have) knows that wood, even when frozen solid, simply does not have the sticking power of super-cooled metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A definite plus for the wood argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Let's go with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So. A wood-carving elf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Now, how can we make him (or her) special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And at the same time make his (all right, I've decided he's a guy) accomplishment just a bit . . . tougher. Harder to imagine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Or believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We'll give him a handicap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Something to overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Something that will make his achievement that much more astounding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Infirmity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Blind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And we'll drag in his tiny little granddaughter because she is so sweet and cute and because she is equally handicapped by age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And because we need someone to help on the rare occasions when our carver actually needs to 'see'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;So now, all we need is a bit of background: A former career as Santa's chief carver, followed by ten years of despair. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;And the story is set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Carving Angels is born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksJzxeSb0uE/TtrpLaykCkI/AAAAAAAAB28/EyVruTL7GGM/s1600/Carving+Angels_2x3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksJzxeSb0uE/TtrpLaykCkI/AAAAAAAAB28/EyVruTL7GGM/s320/Carving+Angels_2x3.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;arving Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Details:&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Cedar Fort, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Published: September 2011&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Children, ages 9-12&lt;br /&gt;Format: hardcover&lt;br /&gt;Price: $12.99 &lt;br /&gt;Buy Links: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1599559447?tag=tributebooks-20"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/carving-angels-diane-stringham-tolley/1100820932?ean=9781599559445&amp;amp;itm=1&amp;amp;usri=carving%2bangels"&gt;Barnes&amp;amp;Noble.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;Papa Adam, an elderly elf and former chief carver for Santa, has given up. Blind, frail and useless, he counts the minutes in every day as he waits to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a challenge to carve, given by his youngest granddaughter, reawakens Papa Adam. Helps him to realize that he is not finished. And definitely not useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them, the 'marginal' oldest and youngest members of North Pole society, begin a remarkable project that will change their community forever. Prove that the most paralyzing thing you can do is underestimate or undervalue anyone, especially yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that with the right love and encouragement, anything is possible.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the Author Diane Stringam Tolley:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NpUIVBEnhJ4/TtrqCU-Lk5I/AAAAAAAAB3E/jxHLVvWZ7-o/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NpUIVBEnhJ4/TtrqCU-Lk5I/AAAAAAAAB3E/jxHLVvWZ7-o/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Stringam Tolley was born and raised on a ranch in Southern Alberta, Canada. Educated in Journalism, she is the author of countless articles and short stories and 4 e-books including a novel for young adults, Essence. She and her husband, Grant are the parents of six children and live in Beaumont, Alberta, Canada.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connect with Diane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dianestringamtolley.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;br /&gt;Author Web Site&lt;br /&gt;Book Web Site&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-613061571633778011?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/613061571633778011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/carving-angels-blog-tour-meet-special.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/613061571633778011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/613061571633778011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/carving-angels-blog-tour-meet-special.html' title='Carving Angels Blog Tour Meet Special Guest Author Diane Stringam Tolley'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f2uVmbsTWI/Ttro2LrBPmI/AAAAAAAAB20/xtH52546oyY/s72-c/carvingangelsbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2503008221247644520</id><published>2011-12-08T16:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:06:24.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Chicago marketing&quot; Straight North $50 gift card give-a-way'/><title type='text'>"Chicago marketing" Straight North $50 gift card give-a-way...CONTEST CLOSED</title><content type='html'>Just in time for Christmas Straight North a &lt;a href="http://www.straightnorth.com/"&gt;Chicago marketing &lt;/a&gt;company is giving one lucky reader a $50 a &amp;nbsp;gift card &amp;nbsp;redeemable for a gift card of your choice at icardgiftcard.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight North is a Chicago-based internet marketing and web design company. They provide many services which include internet marketing, webites and branding. You can find them on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/StraightNorth"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/StraightNorth"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be entered in the give-a-way follow Straight North on twitter or like on FB. Leave a comment telling me which one you did. Be sure to leave your email addy, FB name or Twitter handle. Contest opened to US residents 18 or older. Contest ends Sunday December 11th. Winner will receive the gift card redemption code from Straight North within two days after contest closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclosure: I received a $50 gift card from Straight North for hosting this give-a-way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTEST CLOSED! WINNER WILL BE NOTIFIED AND ANNOUNCED LATER ON TODAY...THANKS TO ALL WHO ENTERED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2503008221247644520?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2503008221247644520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/chicago-marketing-straight-north-50.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2503008221247644520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2503008221247644520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/chicago-marketing-straight-north-50.html' title='&quot;Chicago marketing&quot; Straight North $50 gift card give-a-way...CONTEST CLOSED'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6255005280518304138</id><published>2011-12-02T05:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:47:47.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fiction Dec 2nd Friday Fiction: A SEASONS FOR MIRACLES'/><title type='text'>Friday Fiction: A SEASONS FOR MIRACLES</title><content type='html'>This week I have the pleasure of hosting Friday Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of a WIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A SEASONS FOR MIRACLES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.25in; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie Pierce pulled her brown curls into a pony tail. She threw her hands up in the air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How could Pastor Fred just up and leave a week before Christmas?” She directed the rhetorical question toward her friend and colleague Rose. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I...” Rose didn't get her sentence out before Maddie interrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Don't bother to answer the question Rose. We'll deal with what needs to be done.” Maddie was &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;exasperated. “How could Fred do this to the church, to me?” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie flipped through the church directory. “There's got to be someone who can fill in &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;temporally,at least until the Baptist Association sends us a replacement.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie, aren't you the Sunday school teacher?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie didn't like her friends tone. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes, but Fred was suppose to help. I can't handle twenty preschoolers by myself!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes you can Maddie. If Jesus could feed the multitudes, you can handle twenty, out of control four and five year old's.” Rose let out a hearty laughter.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Not funny Rose. Not funny.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hey, I gotta run. I'm going to be late for my fitting.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sure. See you later?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Of course. At dinner.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We'll talk then.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She envied her friend. Rose was getting married in four weeks. Maddie knew she shouldn't, but she wished she was the one getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She felt alone and in a lurch. With less than two weeks until Christmas, twenty screaming preschoolers and a church that was depending on her, Maddie needed a miracle. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She left her office and went into the decorated sanctuary. Huge live pine wreaths hung on the stained glass windows. Poinsettias lined the alter. Maddie stopped and took in all the beauty that surrounded her. The scent of Christmas floated in the air. She inhaled the sweet, strong smell of cinnamon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie made her way to the decorated alter. A feeling of sadness overwhelmed her. The tears &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;began fall. Maddie knelt on the alter steps. “Lord, I am at my wits end. I really need your help. I really need a miracle right now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She was deep in thought and didn't hear the door to the sanctuary open or the footsteps approaching the alter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Joe pulled his car into the space reserved for the pastor. “Well Lord, I'm here. Now what?” He &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;turned off the ignition and exited the vehicle. The church was small, but not tiny. It looked old. Joe paused before entering the building. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He didn't see any other vehicles and was thankful. He wanted to get settled before meeting the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;parishioners. Joe proceeded inside and stopped. His gaze locked onto a figure kneeling at the alter. He wasn't alone. Someone else was in the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="RIGHT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="RIGHT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie blew out the candle and wiped her tears away. “Lord, I'm leaving it in your hands.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A wonderful, peaceful feeling came over her. Maddie got up, turned around and almost ran into Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Her face turned beet red. “Oh, I'm sorry,”she stammered. “I... thought I was alone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No need to apologize,” Joe extended his hand. “I'm the new pastor, Joe Walker.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pastor?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes. I'm filling in for Pastor Fred until after Christmas.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie felt awkward standing in front of a stranger, even if he was pastor. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm Maddie Pierce, the Sunday school teacher.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nice to meet you Maddie.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I didn't know Pastor Fred's replacement would be coming this soon?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I didn't know myself,”Joe laughed to ease the tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Where are my manners? Let me show you to Pastor Fred's office. I mean your office.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie led Joe down the corridor to what would be his temporary home for the next five &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is it. It's not much. If you need anything I'll be in the Sunday school room down the hall &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;to the left.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thank you Maddie. I think I can manage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, OK.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What was she thinking, of course he could manage. He was a pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Joe was left to settle into his new office and his new position. The office was cramped, not much moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;around room. It was decorated with elements of Christmas and the Lord's Supper hung behind the mahogany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;desk. The office wasn't what he was used to, but it was where the Lord had led him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He lit a cinnamon scented candle and sat down in the leather chair. “Lord, thank for this wonderful opportunity and blessings. Amen.” Joe examined Pastor Fred's sermon notes. The writing was illegible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Joe tried to focus on the words the former pastor had written down, but his thoughts drifted to the pretty Sunday school teacher down the hall. He tossed the papers on the desk and made his way down the hall to the preschool classroom. Joe prayed Mattie wouldn't mind the intrusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie stood in the middle of twenty hyper preschoolers all vying for her undivided attention. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord give me patience. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Miss Mattie. Miss Mattie. Pick me. Pick me,” the young voices echoed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Knock knock.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mattie tensed at the sound of Joe's deep voice. The children quietened down when Joe entered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Pastor Joe, what a pleasant surprise. Come in and meet the children.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I hope you don't mind? I wanted to meet our little ones.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Of course not. Children, let's show our new pastor what we've learned.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The children settled down and formed a circle around Mattie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Joe grabbed a nearby chair and waited for the children to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mattie was nervous. She twisted her ponytail. They had practiced at least a dozen times, but never performed in front of a stranger. She clapped her hands twice to get the children's attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Alright children, let's begin.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mattie pressed the play button on the CD player and music filled the small Sunday school room. The preschoolers lined up in front of her and started to sing. Mattie's nerves calmed once the children began. Their squeaky voices rose above the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;music.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed baby Jesus. Blessed baby Jesus. Oh how we adore you. Oh how we love you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;They repeated the tune twice before Mattie switched off the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Her faced beamed with joy. She was so proud of her little group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;OK class, criss cross applesauce.” And with that direction the preschoolers sat cross-legged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;on the stained-glass colored carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Mattie walked over to where Joe was seated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;He embraced her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Amazing!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;How do you get them to cooperate?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mattie fumbled her words. “I... I guess they just like me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, of course they do and you're doing a wonderful job with them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Parents began to filter in and they didn't get a chance to finish their private conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Come on. I'll introduce you to the parents of our littlest members.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mattie watched Joe embrace each parent as if he'd known them forever. He was a handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;man. Not too tall, maybe five nine. His dark brown hair was cut short and neat and his eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His eyes were an incomprehensible shade of blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The parent's seemed to like him and the children gravitated toward him. Mattie had found &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;her assistant, Pastor Joe Walker. She would enlist his help with the pageant. Mattie prayed Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;would accept the challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After the parent's left with Mattie's little charges she and Joe were the only ones left in the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;church. She busied herself and began to straighten up things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Here, let me help.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thanks Pastor Joe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Please call me Joe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;OK.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;They continued putting things away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maddie if you don't mind me asking, how long have you been teaching the little ones?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No, of course not. I got my position right after Thanksgiving.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, only a few weeks then?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes. I got hired right after Miss Peggy became ill.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Miss Peggy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pastor Fred's sister.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Huh?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He laughed. “I meant I'm sorry to hear about Miss Peggy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;She became ill about a week before Thanksgiving and Pastor Fred ask me to take over.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I could see how much you enjoyed working with the preschoolers.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mattie's face lit up. “Oh yes! It's very fulfilling.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mattie, I have another question. Where will I stay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Stay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes. I didn't see a parsonage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There isn't one. Pastor Fred lived with his sister. There's never been a need.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I guess I could stay at the motel.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mattie shook her head. “There's not one. Sorry.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I guess I wasn't prepared.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm getting ready to head home. Why don't you join me and my folks for dinner?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mattie, I couldn't impose.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's not an imposition. My folks would love to meet the new pastor and we could figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;where you could stay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Are you sure?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more &lt;a href="http://mybackdoorministry.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6255005280518304138?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6255005280518304138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-fiction-seasons-for-miracles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6255005280518304138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6255005280518304138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-fiction-seasons-for-miracles.html' title='Friday Fiction: A SEASONS FOR MIRACLES'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8645606162018381403</id><published>2011-11-29T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:28:53.303-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touchdown Tuesday: Put Me In Coach'/><title type='text'>Touchdown Tuesday: Put Me In Coach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4o5Tr375C6c/TtQ07E9r9yI/AAAAAAAAB1o/0Pd2VkYRzC8/s320/crude+schematic+of+teaching.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your relationships with one another, have the same attitude of mind Christ Jesus had:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Philippians 2:5 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Living in the South I happen to be a big college football fan. When I sit down today to write this post I wasn't sure where the Lord would take me. Well He led me to football. You may be wondering how is football related to Christianity?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the game plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God is the head coach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus is the quarterback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are the players, the cheerleaders and spectators. Which are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The spectators watch all the action from the bleachers. Spectators love to watch the game. It's exciting, but they don't really want any of the action. Well, let me tell you spectator up in the stands God is the head coach and it's time to come down from the bleachers and get into the game of life. Your purpose is to be part of the game. It's not just a spectator sport. Your position is wherever God(the coach)places you , but your main job is to protect the quarterback. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cheerleaders get all excited when the players score, but aren't really part of the action. Don't get me wrong it's OK to be a cheerleader for your team, but the coach expects more than a few cheers from the sidelines. Your main cheer should be "Way to go Jesus! Beat Satan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The players are involved in most of the action, but the quarterback is the key player and the team members are suppose to protect Him. You have to focus on the opposing team(Satan) and provide the extra protection your team captain needs. In order to win the game of Christianity you have to be able to work together as a team and if your mind isn't focused you will lose. God doesn't want you to lose. It's His job to make sure His entire team is focused on the plays. The defense protects. The offense directs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Protect Jesus by providing the winning plays. You will need to wear your battle gear. Faith above all things can win the victory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Direct your teammates to Jesus. Make sure they are running in the right direction toward the winning goal. You want them to score for your team. Christianity will come out the victor if you are a team player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't sit in the bleachers, don't cheer from the sidelines....&lt;strong&gt;BE A TEAM PLAYER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8645606162018381403?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8645606162018381403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/touchdown-tuesday-put-me-in-coach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8645606162018381403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8645606162018381403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/touchdown-tuesday-put-me-in-coach.html' title='Touchdown Tuesday: Put Me In Coach'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4o5Tr375C6c/TtQ07E9r9yI/AAAAAAAAB1o/0Pd2VkYRzC8/s72-c/crude+schematic+of+teaching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3430703131716615133</id><published>2011-11-28T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:31:59.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manna Monday: The Five W&apos;s of Charity'/><title type='text'>Manna Monday: The Five W's of Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcVGYf6yZAY/TtOCSdJ6HuI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/solOlV5wtk8/s1600/charity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcVGYf6yZAY/TtOCSdJ6HuI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/solOlV5wtk8/s1600/charity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,&amp;nbsp; It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  &amp;nbsp;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.  &amp;nbsp;For we know in part and we prophesy in part  &amp;nbsp;But when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.  When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.  For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.  &amp;nbsp;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. &lt;/i&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-13 KJV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Love" verse has to be my favorite bible verse. It was read at my wedding, as it is at many weddings. I've never really thought about the verse on terms of charity. The KJV is the only bible to mention charity in place of love, but is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember my grandmother always told me "charity begins at home". I never thought about love and charity in the same thought. To me charity is giving to someone less deserving than myself, I didn't realize charity is actually a great act of love and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, charity does begin at home, but it also begins with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look at what I call the 5 W's of charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;: Who does charity begin with? It begins with you. As a Christian you know your heart should be charitable. You know you should love everyone and be Christ-like. There should never be any doubt or deception in your heart. I Timothy 1:5-6 should be a verse you should carry with you daily. It is one of the most important verses you will need in order to be charitable. &lt;em&gt;The goal of this command is love, which comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith.  Some have departed from these and have turned to meaningless talk..&lt;/em&gt;I Timothy 1:5-6 KJV. &amp;nbsp;Remember to have a pure heart, a good conscience and sincere faith and only then will you be able to give charity to those less deserving without reservation or question. Be of a charitable nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt;: What is charity? Charity is love in its purest form. As a Christian you are to give it freely to those in need. Charity is one of the greatest gifts you were given. It is the bond of perfectness. You are to strive to be Christ-like,but you cannot if you do not share charity with those who are broken or lost. &lt;em&gt;And above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness.&lt;/em&gt; Colossians 3:14 KJV. When you go out of your way to give charity you will receive charity. Be of a charitable spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;When do you give charity? This can be a difficult question to answer. Sometimes I find I am not always in a charitable mood. Of course it's not the Christian way, but I am human as we all are and some days being charitable is the last thing on our list. I know I don't always show the love to others as I should. &lt;em&gt;And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;II Peter 1:7 KJV. This verse speaks volumes. It is the heart of your charity. It should speak to your heart when you don't feel very charitable or feel like "why should I even bother?" then turn to II Peter 1:7 for the answer. Be of a charitable kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Where do you give charity? The answer is simple. &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Wherever you go be of a charitable nature. Show goodwill toward your fellow man. Show your Christian faith. Show that you can be Christ-like. &lt;em&gt;But thou hast fully known my doctrine, manner of life, purpose, faith, longsuffering, charity, patience...&lt;/em&gt;2 Timothy 3:10 KJV. You know as a Christian charity should be your manner of life. It is your main purpose. Charity is part of your faith. Jesus suffered for our sins, but God loved us so much He gave us His son. He was being charitable and expects no less from us. Be of a charitable manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why: &lt;/strong&gt;Why should you be charitable? I Peter 4:8 is your answer. &lt;em&gt;And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Charity(love) covers it all. When Jesus died for our sins He had the most fervent charity as should we among our fellow mankind. Our sins were erased by the charity Jesus showed us. We need to show that same charity throughout our lives. Love is the greatest eraser of any sin. The why of charity is the most important w. It is the reason we are here today. It is our purpose. We must fulfill that purpose by showing the same charity. Be of a charitable conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3430703131716615133?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3430703131716615133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/manna-monday-five-ws-of-charity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3430703131716615133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3430703131716615133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/manna-monday-five-ws-of-charity.html' title='Manna Monday: The Five W&apos;s of Charity'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcVGYf6yZAY/TtOCSdJ6HuI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/solOlV5wtk8/s72-c/charity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8365767123813107401</id><published>2011-11-27T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:29:58.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermon Sunday To Tithe or Not to Tithe? This is the Question'/><title type='text'>Sermon Sunday:To Tithe or Not to Tithe? This is the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCHYNMBvCbc/TsZoXOcpNHI/AAAAAAAABys/m4Vai5PxncQ/s1600/Tithe_10.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCHYNMBvCbc/TsZoXOcpNHI/AAAAAAAABys/m4Vai5PxncQ/s320/Tithe_10.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Malachi 3:10 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tithe or not to tithe? That is the question many faithful, but struggling Christians are asking themselves in the current economical confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some 10% takes a big chunk from their income. For others their is nothing left to give. How can or do you justify giving ten percent of your "barely-can-make-ends-meet" income?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things happen when you tithe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You increase in faith:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. &lt;/i&gt;Hebrews 11:6 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without faith in the Lord you cannot fulfill what is asked of you. When the Lord commands you to tithe you cannot do so with a unwilling spirit. You must give in faith. Trust in the Lord with the faith of the mustard seed. With faith nothing is impossible. See &lt;i&gt;Matthew 17:20 KJV&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You increase in blessings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;2 Corinthians 9:8 KJV&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tithe as required the Lord will bless you in all you do. All His grace will abound toward you. You will have sufficiency in all things, whether great or small. Blessings come in many forms and when you tithe you will reap the harvest of what you have (put in) given to the Lord. See &lt;i&gt;Galatians 6:9 KJV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You increase in thanksgiving:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask yourself how you can increase in thanksgiving by tithing when you can barely make ends meet? This question leads back to the topic question: to tithe or not to tithe? When you live 'hand to mouth' it can be a very difficult and trying decision to give up 10% of your only means of support. I know I struggle with the aspect of "giving" even 10% because of my family's financial situation, but I know also the Lord commands I do so. I also know by tithing I will increase in my thanksgiving. In every circumstance I must be thankful. In every circumstance I must tithe because it is what is expected as a child of God. See &lt;i&gt;II Corinthians 9:11 KJV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things to remember about tithing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;God commands it: &lt;i&gt;Upon the first day of the week let every one of you lay by him in store, as God hath prospered him, that there be no gatherings when I come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I Corinthians 16:2 KJV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God expects it:&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase: So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Proverbs 3:9-10 KJV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God requires it:&lt;i&gt; And keep the charge of the LORD thy God, to walk in his ways, to keep his statutes, and his commandments, and his judgments, and his testimonies, as it is written in the law of Moses, that thou mayest prosper in all that thou doest, and whithersoever thou turnest thyself: &lt;/i&gt;I Kings 2:3 KJV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;God has given you specific instructions about tithing. All you have to do is pick up the bible and read the verses I've mentioned. If you doubt you should tithe, then ask the Lord. He has the answer to the question 'to tithe or not to tithe?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8365767123813107401?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8365767123813107401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-tithe-or-not-to-tithe-this-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8365767123813107401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8365767123813107401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-tithe-or-not-to-tithe-this-is.html' title='Sermon Sunday:To Tithe or Not to Tithe? This is the Question'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCHYNMBvCbc/TsZoXOcpNHI/AAAAAAAABys/m4Vai5PxncQ/s72-c/Tithe_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3746695299383739234</id><published>2011-11-27T02:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:04:00.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carving Angels Blog tour with Diane Tolley November 28th-Dec 10th'/><title type='text'>Carving Angels Blog tour with Diane Tolley November 28th-Dec 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cedarfortbooks.com/blog-tour-carving-angels/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cedarfortbooks.com/blog-tour-carving-angels/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtsBcgaNWmI/TpXlFvuLniI/AAAAAAAABhM/qom_fbdcUqA/s320/carvingangelsbanner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Canadian author Diane Stringam Tolley on her virtual book tour as she talks about her book Carving Angels. Diane will be my special spotlight guest author December 10th. Be sure to stop by and join Diane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief description of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Adam, the North Pole’s oldest elf and Santa’s former chief carver, has given up. Blind, frail, and feeling useless, he counts the minutes in every day waiting for the end—until his youngest granddaughter challenges him to carve again. Together they prove that the most beautiful creations can come from the most unlikely sources and with the right love and encouragement, anything is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3746695299383739234?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3746695299383739234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/carving-angels-blog-tour-with-diane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3746695299383739234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3746695299383739234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/carving-angels-blog-tour-with-diane.html' title='Carving Angels Blog tour with Diane Tolley November 28th-Dec 10th'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtsBcgaNWmI/TpXlFvuLniI/AAAAAAAABhM/qom_fbdcUqA/s72-c/carvingangelsbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4663214393805839279</id><published>2011-11-21T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:42:43.618-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama Liked the Roses II Challenge'/><title type='text'>Mama Liked the Roses</title><content type='html'>After a few week's on hiatus I am back for the Indie Ink weekly challenge. For the &lt;a href="http://www.indieink.org/writing-challenges/"&gt;IndieInk Writing Challenge&lt;/a&gt; this week, &lt;a href="http://www.maryterrani.com/"&gt;Mary Terrani&lt;/a&gt; challenged me with "Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."Oscar Wilde and I challenged &lt;a href="http://ashortaday.wordpress.com/"&gt;Daily Shorts&lt;/a&gt; with "More than minds comprehend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my challenge answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM6nW9HUH1I/Tso9VYXRuVI/AAAAAAAABzg/M56qB4YoWcs/s1600/assorted-roses.jpg.pagespeed.ce.3XzvDtBIzX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM6nW9HUH1I/Tso9VYXRuVI/AAAAAAAABzg/M56qB4YoWcs/s320/assorted-roses.jpg.pagespeed.ce.3XzvDtBIzX.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama Likes the Roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama love two things in her life; Elvis Presley and roses. Every time I hear the song '&lt;em&gt;Mama Likes the Roses'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;by Elvis Presley my mind wanders to my childhood and my deep Southern roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear my mothers voice float through the brambles of her rose garden. "Darlin',&amp;nbsp;keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand what my mother meant until she was gone. I inherited her sense of beauty, but not her green thumb. Her beautiful rose garden stands barren and isolated. I haven't stepped inside the garden gates since she died. It's been too painful. Her beautiful roses have wilted and withered away like love in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she died, her roses died. Love also died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer had love in my heart. It has withered like her beautiful roses. My heart is like a stone garden. It cannot be penetrated. My flowers are now dead. There is no more beauty within my garden walls. I am a sunless garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darlin, keep love in your heart....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4663214393805839279?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4663214393805839279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/mama-liked-roses.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4663214393805839279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4663214393805839279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/mama-liked-roses.html' title='Mama Liked the Roses'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM6nW9HUH1I/Tso9VYXRuVI/AAAAAAAABzg/M56qB4YoWcs/s72-c/assorted-roses.jpg.pagespeed.ce.3XzvDtBIzX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4313800311220536002</id><published>2011-11-14T06:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:47:46.129-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Top Ten Reasons I Don&apos;t Finish NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>My Top Ten Reasons I Don't Finish NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW0R1oKKMvs/TsEHCcEIBAI/AAAAAAAAByc/SwiomH8sWNo/s1600/writers-block3-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW0R1oKKMvs/TsEHCcEIBAI/AAAAAAAAByc/SwiomH8sWNo/s320/writers-block3-1.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I sign up for NaNo and every year I never finish. It's not that I don't want to write a novel. I &amp;nbsp;have three unfinished WIP's sitting collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a top ten list why I never finish and collect my winner's badge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;9. Fear.&lt;br /&gt;8. I always stop to edit.&lt;br /&gt;7. I get bored with the current project.&lt;br /&gt;6. My mind goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;5. Life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;3. Doubt.&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE NUMBER 1 REASON:&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I'm my number one downfall when it comes to sticking with a writing goal. It's not that I don't want to write, it's I find excuses not to write. I have been writing something daily, but not on my WIP. I'm not sure why I sabotage myself? Is it a deep-seated proclivity? Probably. I suffer from fear of failure and fear of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear of failure stems from the many rejections I've received throughout my writing career. I realize rejection is part of the publishing game, &amp;nbsp;but I can never wrap my senses around the fact I fail at something I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a fear of success. I know, who doesn't want to be successful? I do, but then some days I don't. I guess it's part of my fear of failure. I freeze up when I start to talk about my publishing credits or I don't even talk about them at all. My family gives me more accolade's than I give myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears are real and tend to get worse every NaNo season. Will I ever complete the task? I don't know. I am too far behind in the race to catch up. I might finish my WIP, but not full speed ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for me again next NaNoWriMo for I am a glutton for punishment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4313800311220536002?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4313800311220536002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-top-ten-reasons-i-dont-finish.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4313800311220536002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4313800311220536002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-top-ten-reasons-i-dont-finish.html' title='My Top Ten Reasons I Don&apos;t Finish NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW0R1oKKMvs/TsEHCcEIBAI/AAAAAAAAByc/SwiomH8sWNo/s72-c/writers-block3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6894903641310578015</id><published>2011-11-12T03:59:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T03:59:00.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take the Hormel Country Crock &quot;Side Dish Challenge&quot; - Review  and Giveaway Opportunity'/><title type='text'>Take the Hormel Country Crock "Side Dish Challenge" - Review &amp; Giveaway Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hormelfoods.com/brands/CountryCrockSideDishes/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mosh9RrW5cw/TrGwHFNK5uI/AAAAAAAABt0/Tzzc4z6RM4I/s320/Country_Crook_Group.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the holiday's right around the corner preparing a meal for relatives can be hectic and time consuming. When I was contacted by &lt;a href="http://www.hormelfoods.com/brands/CountryCrockSideDishes/default.aspx"&gt;Hormel Country Crock Brand's&lt;/a&gt; to participate in the "Take the Hormel Country Crock "Side Dish Challenge" - Review &amp;amp; Giveaway" I jumped at the opportunity. Anything to make cooking less of a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose these side dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yhpberVLMQ/Tr2xwHS-oUI/AAAAAAAABvg/BVYs6xAwj1g/s1600/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yhpberVLMQ/Tr2xwHS-oUI/AAAAAAAABvg/BVYs6xAwj1g/s200/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hormel Country Crock Side Dish Elbow Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;This delicious side dish is just like homemade. It reminds me of my &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;mom's mac &amp;amp; cheese. It a family favorite and a winner with my grandson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH1UZYizitc/Tr2y2G-v4NI/AAAAAAAABvo/m0a6qoE_SDM/s1600/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH1UZYizitc/Tr2y2G-v4NI/AAAAAAAABvo/m0a6qoE_SDM/s200/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+004.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hormel Country Crock Side Dish Cinnamon Apples. This aromatic side dish reminds me homemade apple pie. The smells of cinnamon and apples filled my kitchen with a mouth-watering aroma. This dish is number 1 on my list as the perfect side dish to complement any holiday meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3foKcNr580/Tr20-rGdViI/AAAAAAAABvw/0YwUohzX3qY/s1600/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3foKcNr580/Tr20-rGdViI/AAAAAAAABvw/0YwUohzX3qY/s200/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+005.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hormel Country Crock Side Dish Cheddar Broccoli Rice. My grandson is not a broccoli eater, but with the delicious taste of cheddar mixed with rice and broccoli he digs in and always ask for seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuAAmDtoI2I/Tr21olJAwDI/AAAAAAAABv4/GcWpuYxdRNY/s1600/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuAAmDtoI2I/Tr21olJAwDI/AAAAAAAABv4/GcWpuYxdRNY/s200/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hormel Country Crock Side Dish Loaded Mashed Potatoes. Being from the South my family loves homemade mashed potatoes. This side dish is a great way to get that homemade taste. We love these loaded mashed potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the main course meat I chose a spiral cut ham. It's one of my family's favorite and Hormel Country Crock Side Dishes complemented the main course just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjYzuCrZXQ/Tr22kbUyzuI/AAAAAAAABwA/4umLINyIMmI/s1600/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjYzuCrZXQ/Tr22kbUyzuI/AAAAAAAABwA/4umLINyIMmI/s320/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+001.jpg" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isZLxIkLQT8/Tr3IruX1VuI/AAAAAAAABxY/XWJZExmURFM/s1600/Hormel+Country+Crock+Sides+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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Hormel provided (4) $3.50 off coupons to purchase my sides and a $25 American Express gift card to purchase the meat of my choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6894903641310578015?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6894903641310578015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-hormel-country-crock-side-dish.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6894903641310578015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6894903641310578015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-hormel-country-crock-side-dish.html' title='Take the Hormel Country Crock &quot;Side Dish Challenge&quot; - Review &amp; Giveaway Opportunity'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mosh9RrW5cw/TrGwHFNK5uI/AAAAAAAABt0/Tzzc4z6RM4I/s72-c/Country_Crook_Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-269179198642628802</id><published>2011-11-11T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:49:27.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fiction: Change of Plans prologue'/><title type='text'>Friday Fiction: Change of Plans prologue page 1</title><content type='html'>This week's FF is hosted over&amp;nbsp; at Pod Tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the prologue of my WIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Positive&lt;/i&gt;. Zelda starred at the bright pink plus signed etched onto the store-bought pregnancy test. &lt;i&gt; Pregnant&lt;/i&gt;. Her mind froze. She couldn't possibly be pregnant. She didn't feel pregnant. Didn't she and Howard always take precautionary measures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     Zelda double-checked the stick again. The pink plus sign was still there. She wrapped the unwanted    evidence in tissue and tossed it into the waste basket. Pregnant. The word kept echoing in her confused mind. Zelda had to be sure. She grabbed her cell phone and punched in her gynecologist's number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “Dr. Warren's office. Connie speaking, how may I help you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     Connie Peters had always been aloof with Zelda although they had gone to high school together. She would thrive on the possibility Zelda might be pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “Hi Connie, this is Zelda Zimmerman. I need to schedule an appointment with Dr. Warren as soon as possible, please.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “O.K. What's the nature of the visit?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     Zelda didn't want the words to escape her thoughts. Once she actually said them to someone else it might be true.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “Ms Zimmerman, are you still there?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     &lt;span style="background: #ffff00;"&gt;Zelda's mind went blank. She couldn't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “Zelda?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     The sound of Connie's sweet syrupy voice brought Zelda back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “Yes, I'm still here Connie. I need to get a pregnancy test.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     &lt;span style="background: #ffff00;"&gt;Once the words were out of her mouth Zelda couldn't take them back. They were etched in stone. The words stung her tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     Connie didn't seem to hesitant on the other end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “Dr. Warren can squeeze you in this afternoon around three o'clock”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     &lt;i&gt;This afternoon at three. What would Howard think if she were pregnant?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     “&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;That's fine Connie. I'll be there.”&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/5131430776559812078-269179198642628802?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/269179198642628802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fiction-change-of-plans-prologue.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/269179198642628802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/269179198642628802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fiction-change-of-plans-prologue.html' title='Friday Fiction: Change of Plans prologue page 1'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2485098019783472858</id><published>2011-11-05T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:04:46.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fiction- Picture Book'/><title type='text'>Friday Fiction- Picture Book: Can You Guess What Animal I Am?</title><content type='html'>This week's FF is hosted by Sara over at &lt;a href="http://fictionfusion.blogspot.com/2011/11/combinations-friday-fiction.html"&gt;Fiction Fusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8OxIc-z-tjo/TrVornYTMcI/AAAAAAAABuE/QIr2QlTm2-c/s1600/animals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8OxIc-z-tjo/TrVornYTMcI/AAAAAAAABuE/QIr2QlTm2-c/s320/animals.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN YOU GUESS WHAT ANIMAL I AM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Debra Elliott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXCXL0PS6XA/TrVpC39U3zI/AAAAAAAABuM/F8RbICOO1cA/s1600/zebra.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXCXL0PS6XA/TrVpC39U3zI/AAAAAAAABuM/F8RbICOO1cA/s320/zebra.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I have black and white stripes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm not a zebra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm much smaller than a zebra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G61QhlFFhzA/TrVpQtcKjaI/AAAAAAAABuU/saJjj0fFyA4/s1600/gorilla.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G61QhlFFhzA/TrVpQtcKjaI/AAAAAAAABuU/saJjj0fFyA4/s320/gorilla.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;My name rhymes with more pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm not a gorilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm much tinier than a gorilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1nga1HOFPg/TrVpe_sognI/AAAAAAAABuc/JmOxNg6Sc-M/s1600/SkunkImage50.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1nga1HOFPg/TrVpe_sognI/AAAAAAAABuc/JmOxNg6Sc-M/s320/SkunkImage50.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I smell like rotten eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm not a skunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I smell worse than a skunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poBD1nqXdO0/TrVpsItz4GI/AAAAAAAABuk/8LuNYzS7zeE/s1600/face_question_mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poBD1nqXdO0/TrVpsItz4GI/AAAAAAAABuk/8LuNYzS7zeE/s320/face_question_mark.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few clues for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JL1deuPuSM/TrVp3zRtjHI/AAAAAAAABus/J7af6XSn15Y/s1600/africanR_detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JL1deuPuSM/TrVp3zRtjHI/AAAAAAAABus/J7af6XSn15Y/s320/africanR_detail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I live in Africa. I love to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;in the grasslands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xol5eziYVtQ/TrVqnTY3jGI/AAAAAAAABu0/CyWzN57D4XU/s1600/%2524%2528KGrHqUOKp%2521E4jMOrEzcBONei%2528w6IQ%257E%257E1_35.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xol5eziYVtQ/TrVqnTY3jGI/AAAAAAAABu0/CyWzN57D4XU/s1600/%2524%2528KGrHqUOKp%2521E4jMOrEzcBONei%2528w6IQ%257E%257E1_35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I am a carnivore. I love to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;mice, frogs, bugs and lizards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ISX-zfDSEg/TrVr4csew4I/AAAAAAAABu8/IRQOyngpkSo/s1600/feet-smelly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ISX-zfDSEg/TrVr4csew4I/AAAAAAAABu8/IRQOyngpkSo/s320/feet-smelly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I am the smelliest animal on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me a striped polecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11bW0ju18kg/TrVsLML9i6I/AAAAAAAABvE/Ye10h8iICi8/s1600/BIGnocturnal+animals+lbox.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11bW0ju18kg/TrVsLML9i6I/AAAAAAAABvE/Ye10h8iICi8/s1600/BIGnocturnal+animals+lbox.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am nocturnal. I love to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what animal I am?&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poBD1nqXdO0/TrVpsItz4GI/AAAAAAAABuk/8LuNYzS7zeE/s1600/face_question_mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poBD1nqXdO0/TrVpsItz4GI/AAAAAAAABuk/8LuNYzS7zeE/s320/face_question_mark.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Do I have you fooled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHP6ubVc0kg/TrVsbi43KBI/AAAAAAAABvM/B0NDZvbjDPc/s1600/draft_lens1297680module1678049photo_zorilla2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHP6ubVc0kg/TrVsbi43KBI/AAAAAAAABvM/B0NDZvbjDPc/s1600/draft_lens1297680module1678049photo_zorilla2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a zorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2485098019783472858?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2485098019783472858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fiction-picture-book-can-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2485098019783472858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2485098019783472858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fiction-picture-book-can-you.html' title='Friday Fiction- Picture Book: Can You Guess What Animal I Am?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8OxIc-z-tjo/TrVornYTMcI/AAAAAAAABuE/QIr2QlTm2-c/s72-c/animals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4810664512791620749</id><published>2011-11-05T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:30:25.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 5 NaNoWriMo-Deadlines'/><title type='text'>Day 5 NaNoWriMo-Deadlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg07aA-q8jE/TrVVRppMW1I/AAAAAAAABt8/gYHDVruoYxs/s1600/5033120117_152f9cdb4e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg07aA-q8jE/TrVVRppMW1I/AAAAAAAABt8/gYHDVruoYxs/s320/5033120117_152f9cdb4e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is day five of NaNoWriMo. I am way behind, so I've out myself on a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I didn't fair so well with my word count. I need to break even today by writing at least 3,208 words by the end of the day. I know there are 24 hours in a day, but my internal clock won't let me write passed a certain time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am going to forge through all barriers and try to knock out as many words as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the prologue finished and working on chapter one. There are 25 days left and I'd love to get a chapter a day under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4810664512791620749?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4810664512791620749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-5-nanowrimo-deadlines.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4810664512791620749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4810664512791620749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-5-nanowrimo-deadlines.html' title='Day 5 NaNoWriMo-Deadlines'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg07aA-q8jE/TrVVRppMW1I/AAAAAAAABt8/gYHDVruoYxs/s72-c/5033120117_152f9cdb4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7112202743942642616</id><published>2011-11-04T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:03:15.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4 NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Day 4 NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/110422710025742137966/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCPjnlu7-kN-7qAE#5398484013086485586" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah2lT0Liklg/SutEm4WlLFI/AAAAAAAAABA/ERDuIFphe9E/s1600/1385845aey6ruxdsf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's day 4 of NaNoWriMo and I find myself behind. It was a busy day for me, so I got behind on writing. My word count today is 5337. I should be at 6668 at least. So tomorrow I need to make up for the difference. Tomorrow I will need to bust my butt, be a typing fool and write almost 3000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only tomorrow will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7112202743942642616?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7112202743942642616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-4-nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7112202743942642616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7112202743942642616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-4-nanowrimo.html' title='Day 4 NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah2lT0Liklg/SutEm4WlLFI/AAAAAAAAABA/ERDuIFphe9E/s72-c/1385845aey6ruxdsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8916726703727937858</id><published>2011-11-03T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:37:42.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3: NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Day 3: NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X7_4HrXMIo/TqL9ZKrVNMI/AAAAAAAABpI/oiY7fBSqxWQ/s1600/WRITER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X7_4HrXMIo/TqL9ZKrVNMI/AAAAAAAABpI/oiY7fBSqxWQ/s320/WRITER.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day three is underway. It's not going too shabby today. Words are flowing quick as I can get them typed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count today: 533&lt;br /&gt;Total 3 day word count: 3911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My characters are starting to take on a mind of their own. They are leading me in the direction where they think they should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join tomorrow as I chart yet another day of NaNoWriMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8916726703727937858?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8916726703727937858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8916726703727937858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8916726703727937858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-nanowrimo.html' title='Day 3: NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X7_4HrXMIo/TqL9ZKrVNMI/AAAAAAAABpI/oiY7fBSqxWQ/s72-c/WRITER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7832160391397671152</id><published>2011-11-02T07:53:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:51:01.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo Insecurity'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/p/insecure-writers-support-group.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuKPLApgsGQ/TrGQVzOQ3ZI/AAAAAAAABts/wcagavKYUf8/s1600/InsecureWritersSupportGroup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_253813109"&gt;Today is the 1st Wednesday of the month and The Insecure Writer's Support Group blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's post I am writing about the insecurity of participating the the NaNoWriMo. This is my third year and I'm not sure how I will fare. The past two I have not finished. I lagged behind and gave up. So far I am on track with my word count(which is a good thing) but I still suffer from the feeling of insecurities with the doubt of can I do it? Can I cross the finish line?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7832160391397671152?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7832160391397671152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-insecurity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7832160391397671152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7832160391397671152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-insecurity.html' title='NaNoWriMo Insecurity'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuKPLApgsGQ/TrGQVzOQ3ZI/AAAAAAAABts/wcagavKYUf8/s72-c/InsecureWritersSupportGroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2368574512875116396</id><published>2011-11-02T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:05:44.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2'/><title type='text'>2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2</title><content type='html'>For today’s prompt, use an epigraph to kickstart your poem. That is, use a quotation. You can use a favorite of your own, or if you’re having trouble thinking of one, I’ve provided a few below. To format an epigraph poem, a poet places the quotation between the title and the body of the poem, while also giving credit to the source of the quotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mind Has a Mind of Its Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t believe everything you think.” Maxine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are jumbled&lt;br /&gt;in a vat of confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think therefore, I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are misquoted&lt;br /&gt;in a world of delusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think therefore, I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are imaginary&lt;br /&gt;in a world of illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think therefore, I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2368574512875116396?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2368574512875116396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2368574512875116396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2368574512875116396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge_11.html' title='2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-210291051886023005</id><published>2011-11-01T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:20:22.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hi Ho Off to NaNo I Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hi Ho'/><title type='text'>Hi Ho, Hi Ho Off to NaNo I Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbHYerHin_o/TpmhffRR8pI/AAAAAAAABjQ/4Erofa9kTAQ/s1600/contented-writer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbHYerHin_o/TpmhffRR8pI/AAAAAAAABjQ/4Erofa9kTAQ/s1600/contented-writer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did it! I signed up for NaNoWriMo before I went back to work PT..but I am still in for the count. I'll only lose about 5 hours of prime writing time, but if I can write 2000 words a day(about a hour)I'll be right on target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off and running. It's the 3rd annual running(for me) of NaNoWrMo for me. It's day one and I'm off to a great start. Looks like I may be in second, no wait third place. Will I cross the finish line? Do I have what it takes to compete against the legions who have gone before me and who are running this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In twenty-nine days I'll let you know if I crossed the finish line a winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I look like the picture above, ready and raring to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's word count: &amp;nbsp;1738.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-210291051886023005?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/210291051886023005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-ho-hi-ho-off-to-nano-i-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/210291051886023005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/210291051886023005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-ho-hi-ho-off-to-nano-i-go.html' title='Hi Ho, Hi Ho Off to NaNo I Go!'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbHYerHin_o/TpmhffRR8pI/AAAAAAAABjQ/4Erofa9kTAQ/s72-c/contented-writer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8401159991363404298</id><published>2011-11-01T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:45:43.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m A Guest Blogger Today over at SPD Blogger Network'/><title type='text'>I'm A Guest Blogger Today over at SPD Blogger Network</title><content type='html'>Today I am a guest blogger. You can find my post &lt;a href="http://www.spdbloggernetwork.com/2011/11/01/the-boy-in-the-moon/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8401159991363404298?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8401159991363404298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-guest-blogger-today-over-at-spd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8401159991363404298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8401159991363404298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-guest-blogger-today-over-at-spd.html' title='I&apos;m A Guest Blogger Today over at SPD Blogger Network'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8993442283528570311</id><published>2011-11-01T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:30:51.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 1'/><title type='text'>2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 1</title><content type='html'>So here are today’s prompts:&lt;br /&gt;Write a procrastination poem, or as I like to call it a “I’ll get to it tomorrow” poem. Or…&lt;br /&gt;Write a proactive poem, or the old “I’ll get to it today” poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my poem for &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/november-pad-chapbook-challenge-2011"&gt;2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s mine on procrastination(something I’m good at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Have I Gotten Myself Into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have know better&lt;br /&gt;the words my not flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a worry-wart and a fretter&lt;br /&gt;the words I may not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the mist of a hasty decision&lt;br /&gt;I may find myself in a quandary of procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words may need some revision&lt;br /&gt;but I am a writer who suffers from&lt;br /&gt;word fascination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8993442283528570311?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8993442283528570311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8993442283528570311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8993442283528570311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge.html' title='2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 1'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5233387927502746917</id><published>2011-11-01T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T03:40:30.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 1st is National Author&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>November 1st is National Author's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T5_uZDMVwA/TqjEjeDVQoI/AAAAAAAABqY/9_91nqARRQY/s1600/authors-Box-Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T5_uZDMVwA/TqjEjeDVQoI/AAAAAAAABqY/9_91nqARRQY/s320/authors-Box-Image.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Authors’ Day was adopted by the General Federation of Women’s Clubs in 1929. (Note: but apparently the holiday has slipped under their radar, since I could find no mention of it on their Web site.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1949 the US Department of Commerce awarded the observance a place on its list of special days, making it official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resolution states: “by celebrating an Authors’ Day as a nation, we would not only show patriotism, loyalty, and appreciation of the men and women who have made American literature possible, but would also encourage and inspire others to give of themselves in making a better America…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of National Author's Day how fitting it is to celebrate by starting National Novel Writing Month. I title myself author, but I do not stand with the greats I admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of National Author's Day here are a few of my favorite's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_bpJIdBGrE/TqjCDM3d4II/AAAAAAAABqI/g-TL8CNGBMY/s1600/240px-Khalil_Gibran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_bpJIdBGrE/TqjCDM3d4II/AAAAAAAABqI/g-TL8CNGBMY/s320/240px-Khalil_Gibran.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran, was a Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer. Born in the town of Bsharri in modern-day Lebanon (then part of the Ottoman Mount Lebanon mutasarrifate), as a young man he emigrated with his family to the United States where he studied art and began his literary career. He is chiefly known in the English speaking world for his 1923 book The Prophet, an early example of inspirational fiction including a series of philosophical essays written in poetic English prose. The book sold well despite a cool critical reception, and became extremely popular in the 1960s counterculture.Gibran is the third best-selling poet of all time, behind Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmPAiriqH1s/TqjBZ6JBNNI/AAAAAAAABqA/MFu-C0YrvvM/s1600/230px-Henry_David_Thoreau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmPAiriqH1s/TqjBZ6JBNNI/AAAAAAAABqA/MFu-C0YrvvM/s1600/230px-Henry_David_Thoreau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry David Thoreau (born David Henry Thoreau; July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862) (properly pronounced Thaw-roe)[1] was an American author, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, historian, and leading transcendentalist. He is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay Civil Disobedience, an argument for individual resistance to civil government in moral opposition to an unjust state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-5233387927502746917?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5233387927502746917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-1st-is-national-authors-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5233387927502746917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5233387927502746917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-1st-is-national-authors-day.html' title='November 1st is National Author&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T5_uZDMVwA/TqjEjeDVQoI/AAAAAAAABqY/9_91nqARRQY/s72-c/authors-Box-Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-9126996728951016117</id><published>2011-10-31T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:41:00.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 2011 Picture Book Month'/><title type='text'>November 2011 Picture Book Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picturebookmonth.com/"&gt;November 2011 Picture Book Month!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qmAXz_O8Ws/Tq75x7C8NCI/AAAAAAAABtk/LbI-j__LMyU/s1600/PBMLOGO-COLOR_WEBRES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qmAXz_O8Ws/Tq75x7C8NCI/AAAAAAAABtk/LbI-j__LMyU/s1600/PBMLOGO-COLOR_WEBRES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read * Share * Celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Can Do to Celebrate Picture Book Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Create posters and hang them around your school and library. Posters are available for download in the &lt;a href="http://picturebookmonth.com/media-kit/"&gt;media kit&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure to include the book covers of your favorite picture books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tweet the cause and use the hashtag #picturebookmonth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tweet reviews of your favorite picture books. The NY Public Libraries are doing this! Use the hashtag #picturebookmonth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get the Picture Book Month &lt;a href="http://twibbon.com/join/Picture-Book-Month-2"&gt;Twibbon&lt;/a&gt;, a digital ribbon that can be added to your Twitter avatar or Facebook profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask a picture book author/illustrator to visit your school or library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask a picture book author/illustrator to do a Skype visit with your school or library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do some &lt;a href="http://picturebookmonth.com/activities/"&gt;picture book activities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Read and share a picture book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-9126996728951016117?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/9126996728951016117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/november-2011-picture-book-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9126996728951016117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9126996728951016117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/november-2011-picture-book-month.html' title='November 2011 Picture Book Month!'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qmAXz_O8Ws/Tq75x7C8NCI/AAAAAAAABtk/LbI-j__LMyU/s72-c/PBMLOGO-COLOR_WEBRES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6192655243657037608</id><published>2011-10-31T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:27:32.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm Fuzzies Blog Fest Week #2'/><title type='text'>Warm Fuzzies Blog Fest Week #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianalbrandt.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wlPU_B6aNQ/Tq72GqmnC5I/AAAAAAAABtM/kSx-m7kCgfw/s1600/writers-warm-fuzzies-blogfest.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week, we’ll cater to those of us who are completely possessive over our WIPs and don’t want to give anything too telling away. Instead of posting something intimate about our writing, post a picture or piece of music that describes your WIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you look to when you write? What inspires you? How else do you use your creativity? Music? Pictures? Art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my inspiration for my current WIP that I'll be working on during NaNoWriMo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8slTNooNh4/Tq72dLzzdrI/AAAAAAAABtU/iDlhavONbH8/s1600/293999_10150437226400873_634130872_10469502_1104606101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8slTNooNh4/Tq72dLzzdrI/AAAAAAAABtU/iDlhavONbH8/s1600/293999_10150437226400873_634130872_10469502_1104606101_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGtTpbxRMJw/Tq72g3JJBSI/AAAAAAAABtc/CXZUt5xdLTs/s1600/Emily-deschanel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGtTpbxRMJw/Tq72g3JJBSI/AAAAAAAABtc/CXZUt5xdLTs/s320/Emily-deschanel.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess? No peeking at my NaNo profile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6192655243657037608?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6192655243657037608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/warm-fuzzies-blog-fest-week-2.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6192655243657037608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6192655243657037608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/warm-fuzzies-blog-fest-week-2.html' title='Warm Fuzzies Blog Fest Week #2'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wlPU_B6aNQ/Tq72GqmnC5I/AAAAAAAABtM/kSx-m7kCgfw/s72-c/writers-warm-fuzzies-blogfest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3026133313800240326</id><published>2011-10-31T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:20:06.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November National Blog Posting Month'/><title type='text'>November National Blog Posting Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nablopomo.blogher.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dra40o77300/Tq7z02mJxLI/AAAAAAAABtE/okbJs2tMYH8/s1600/NaBloPoMo-300x250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogher.com/"&gt;BlogHer.com&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a contest/giveaway to celebrate National Blog Posting Month. For those who blog and want to take the challenge of blogging daily in November, and be eligible to win something, &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dHpadnlTemthVVdaWW5TbHpVUTFCZ1E6MQ"&gt;add your blog name and url to the form&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The blogroll is open until 11 pm EST on Nov. 5th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/nablopomo-november-2011-blogroll"&gt;# 126&lt;/a&gt; on the list!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love to blog, why not join the fun?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3026133313800240326?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3026133313800240326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/november-national-blog-posting-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3026133313800240326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3026133313800240326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/november-national-blog-posting-month.html' title='November National Blog Posting Month'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dra40o77300/Tq7z02mJxLI/AAAAAAAABtE/okbJs2tMYH8/s72-c/NaBloPoMo-300x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1955273253159381649</id><published>2011-10-31T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:07:41.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End to the Between'/><title type='text'>The End to the Between</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo's theme between. It has been interesting trying to come up with different topics around the premise of the word. I've actually had a great time writing everyday on this theme. It has been enlightening to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will embark on several challenges including NaBloPoMo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1955273253159381649?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1955273253159381649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-to-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1955273253159381649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1955273253159381649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/end-to-between.html' title='The End to the Between'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7147531657376286907</id><published>2011-10-30T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:40:59.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Days'/><title type='text'>Two Days</title><content type='html'>In two days I'll be a writing machine. I'll be lost between my words and pen, between the ink and paper. I'll be lost between my characters and their problems, between my imagination and their reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days NaNoWriMo begins and I'll be lost between my computer and my family, between getting my word count done and sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7147531657376286907?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7147531657376286907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7147531657376286907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7147531657376286907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-days.html' title='Two Days'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1766323429522244796</id><published>2011-10-30T06:19:00.126-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:19:00.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harvest Your Blessings'/><title type='text'>Harvest Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYSgT147fQg/TnFu7p9RLuI/AAAAAAAABUU/ulv5Xo4t2s0/s320/garden_buddies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The theme this month over @ &lt;a href="http://christianwriters.com/showthread.php?34258-How-to-Join-the-Blog-Chain"&gt;christianwriters blog chain&lt;/a&gt; is harvest.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out all the great posts. Links on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my harvest theme I have chosen to write about harvesting your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite sayings is 'How to Plant Your Garden' (author unknown). It is a great reminder of the harvest of blessings we can receive. I want to expand on the different ways we can reap what we sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can harvest our blessings and reap great rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to Plant Your Garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, you come to the garden alone,&lt;br /&gt;While the dew is still on the roses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the garden of your daily living,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plant three rows of peas:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Peas of mind&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. Peas of heart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. Peas of soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plant four rows of squash:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Squash gossip&lt;br /&gt;2. Squash indifference&lt;br /&gt;3. Squash grumbling&lt;br /&gt;4. Squash selfishness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant four rows of lettuce:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lettuce be faithful&lt;br /&gt;2. Lettuce be kind&lt;br /&gt;3. Lettuce be patient&lt;br /&gt;4. Lettuce really love one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No garden is without turnips:&lt;br /&gt;1. Turnip for meetings&lt;br /&gt;2. Turnip for service&lt;br /&gt;3. Turnip to help one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude our garden we must have thyme:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Thyme for each other&lt;br /&gt;2. Thyme for family&lt;br /&gt;3. Thyme for friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water freely with patience and cultivate with love.&lt;br /&gt;There is much fruit in your garden because you reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harvest your peas&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsqHYBtt6Rc/TnIJavgWWwI/AAAAAAAABUk/Vi6pnPIL2Xo/s1600/oie_15161640vS7I5a0B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B151mIPR8cQ/TnIUN76i35I/AAAAAAAABUw/gdXSrOW_NK0/s1600/oie_15161640vS7I5a0B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B151mIPR8cQ/TnIUN76i35I/AAAAAAAABUw/gdXSrOW_NK0/s1600/oie_15161640vS7I5a0B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance. &lt;/i&gt;Jude 1:2 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you harvest peas within yourself, you will reap the rewards of peas of mind, peas of heart and peas of soul. Peas is something the Lord gives to you in abundance. He wants you to plant it in your spiritual garden for it to grow. If you don't cultivate your "row" of peas your spiritual garden will wither and your peas will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tend to your peas of mind&lt;/b&gt;. Don't let your thoughts grow like weeds or unwanted vines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tend to your peas of hea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;rt&lt;/b&gt;. Don't let your heart die on the vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tend to your peas of soul&lt;/b&gt;. Don't let your soul wither in the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "peas" are what grows in your garden, but only if your tend to them. Grow what the Lord planted...grow your peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Harvest your squash:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2dXpzV420w/TnISptD3OvI/AAAAAAAABUs/sJY62tLJJCM/s1600/MEN-JJ10-cag_wintersquash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2dXpzV420w/TnISptD3OvI/AAAAAAAABUs/sJY62tLJJCM/s320/MEN-JJ10-cag_wintersquash.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Colossians 3:12 NIV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lord planted squash in your spiritual garden for many reasons. He wanted you to cultivate compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. In order for your garden to produce a bounty of goodness you have to grow a variety of squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squash gossip&lt;/b&gt;. Gossip is your spiritual garden's worse enemy. It's like a parasite that will infest your crop. Gossip will fester throughout your blessing harvest unless you plant squash. Squash gossip. Let your blessings grow into kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squash indifference&lt;/b&gt;. When you grow indifference in your spiritual garden you cultivate lack of interest, concern, or sympathy. You can't harvest your blessings when you grow indifference. Clothe yourself with compassion and gentleness. Put your gardening clothes on and dig deep into the soil of your garden to find your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squash grumbling&lt;/b&gt;. When you cultivate grumbling in your spiritual garden you cannot harvest the blessing of patience. Grumbling is like hard, cracked ground you cannot till. Patience cannot sprout unless you plant squash. If you want to harvest the blessing of patience sow squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squash selfishness&lt;/b&gt;. Humility...does it grow in your spiritual garden? Do you sow humility or reap selfishness? The Lord planted squash in your spiritual garden so humility could flourish, not selfishness. The harvest of a selfish person is one of &amp;nbsp;an empty harvest. When you grow humility you harvest many blessings. Your bounty will overflow as the Lord intended. Tend to your spiritual garden and plant squash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harvest your lettuce:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StbFeM9dKfk/TnI6gzGndvI/AAAAAAAABVU/_ONplyIZtKU/s1600/12975464501YG4i9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StbFeM9dKfk/TnI6gzGndvI/AAAAAAAABVU/_ONplyIZtKU/s320/12975464501YG4i9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2dXpzV420w/TnISptD3OvI/AAAAAAAABUs/sJY62tLJJCM/s1600/MEN-JJ10-cag_wintersquash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails... &lt;/i&gt;I Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Corinthians 13 verses 4-8 says it all when it comes to planting lettuce in your spiritual garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lettuce be faithful&lt;/b&gt;. Faithfulness is a wonderful blessing you can cultivate in your spiritual garden. The harvest you reap when you are faithful servants will be abundant. Till your garden with the seeds of faithfulness from I Corinthians 13:4-7. Lettuce be faithful tenders of our spiritual gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lettuce be kind. &lt;/b&gt;Kindness is another blessing you can reap from our spiritual garden. When you reap kindness you will harvest the seeds of blessings the Lord has sown for you. Sow your garden with the seeds of kindness from I Corinthians 13:4-7. Lettuce be kind tillers of our spiritual gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lettuce be patient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Is patience growing in your spiritual garden? &amp;nbsp;Love is one of the blessings patience will yield from your harvested garden. It's a wonderful reward for all your hard work you put into growing a beautiful garden. Patience tends to need more TLC when you cultivate it. It can't or won't grow if not properly taken care of. Water your seeds of patience with I Corinthians 13:4-7. Lettuce be patient observers of our spiritual gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lettuce really love one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Love is what holds your spiritual garden together. It is what you harvest. It is what you should sow. It is what you should reap. Love is the blessing you should harvest. Plant love from I Corinthians 13:4-7 in your garden filled with weeds and brambles. Lettuce really love one another so we can be harvesters of many blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harvest your turnips:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rfh6oWXyCIM/TnJk_lQCYLI/AAAAAAAABVc/i06d3E2CVfc/s1600/turnip-info0.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rfh6oWXyCIM/TnJk_lQCYLI/AAAAAAAABVc/i06d3E2CVfc/s320/turnip-info0.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Be dressed ready for service and keep your lamps burning,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Luke 12:35 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turnips are root vegetables that are planted deep within the soil, just as you are planted deep within your spiritual garden. The Word of God nourishes your spiritual garden. It is sown with seeds of love, hope and faith. When you reap what has been planted you also reap a harvest of blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turnip for meetings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This important turnip provides your spiritual meal. You can feast on the harvest of the Word. You need to cultivate it daily. It's harvest will bring you a bounty of blessings. Be rooted in this turnip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turnip for service.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Giving service to others is a rich reward from your spiritual garden. When you serve others you serve the Lord. You reap what you sow. The harvest of your service is the blessing of your time and effort. Be a turnip for the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turnip to help one another. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Turnips are profound elements to any spiritual garden. Your garden needs them. When you till your spiritual garden, till your neighbors. When you cultivate your spiritual garden, remember your neighbor. You plant, your sow and you reap for the purpose of harvesting blessings, but your spiritual garden is not only yours, but your neighbors. Turnip to help one another and reap the benefits of your harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harvest your thyme:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-J6MILv_28/TnKG1K4Wu7I/AAAAAAAABVs/w3mgGp9UuDY/s1600/thyme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-J6MILv_28/TnKG1K4Wu7I/AAAAAAAABVs/w3mgGp9UuDY/s320/thyme.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thyme...how easily it is to forget to plant it in your spiritual garden. Thyme needs to be harvested to enrich your blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thyme for each other&lt;/b&gt;. When you plant thyme in your spiritual garden, plant enough to share. It is a precious commodity, but one that needs to be shared. Harvest with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thyme for family&lt;/b&gt;. Plant the seeds of thyme for family. This thyme is the most rewarding of the harvest you will reap. You will receive many blessings from this gift of thyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thyme for friends&lt;/b&gt;. In cultivating the seeds of thyme for friends, you not only enrich their lives, but yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a thyme for everything. Their is the sowing of thyme, the cultivating of thyme, the reaping of thyme and the harvest of thyme. With each comes the blessings you have brought forth from your spiritual garden. Don't let thyme pass you by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christian, Christian quiet content, how does &lt;b&gt;your &lt;/b&gt;garden grow?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9VPWC2NKk/TnJiGPycDQI/AAAAAAAABVY/chr5bX8I_i4/s1600/thumbnail.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9VPWC2NKk/TnJiGPycDQI/AAAAAAAABVY/chr5bX8I_i4/s400/thumbnail.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YX310yYbz-o/TnIL3fhnpOI/AAAAAAAABUo/rF7I_WNnhQw/s1600/MEN-JJ10-cag_wintersquash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YX310yYbz-o/TnIL3fhnpOI/AAAAAAAABUo/rF7I_WNnhQw/s1600/MEN-JJ10-cag_wintersquash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YX310yYbz-o/TnIL3fhnpOI/AAAAAAAABUo/rF7I_WNnhQw/s1600/MEN-JJ10-cag_wintersquash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://christianwriters.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqscRsmJHds/TocJqtQsHrI/AAAAAAAABa0/9regeoLIa7w/s1600/blog-chain-logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/5131430776559812078-1766323429522244796?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1766323429522244796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/harvest-your-blessings.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1766323429522244796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1766323429522244796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/harvest-your-blessings.html' title='Harvest Your Blessings'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYSgT147fQg/TnFu7p9RLuI/AAAAAAAABUU/ulv5Xo4t2s0/s72-c/garden_buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2640526463079773557</id><published>2011-10-29T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:38:02.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transition'/><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>It's only a matter of days before the transition begins. I feel as if I am in limbo, trapped between being a good writer and a great writer.On November 1st I will transition myself into a writing machine. I will become a writing fool, a monster spewing forth words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2640526463079773557?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2640526463079773557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/transition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2640526463079773557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2640526463079773557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3474999081077954298</id><published>2011-10-28T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:48:02.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only Four Days'/><title type='text'>Only Four Days</title><content type='html'>Only four days left before I embark on a writing journey. I am kind of stuck between what I was going to write and changing my mind and going in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know until I start typing or putting words onto paper. I don't like the idea of being stuck and not sure of where I want my writing to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell if I stay stuck between the idea I have now and a fresh new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3474999081077954298?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3474999081077954298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-four-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3474999081077954298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3474999081077954298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-four-days.html' title='Only Four Days'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7129333974782079509</id><published>2011-10-27T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:20:01.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Genre&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Between Genre's</title><content type='html'>As a writer do you ever feel torn between genre's? I know I do. I have a hard time finding my niche. I love to write fiction as well as non-fiction. I write romance, fantasy, SF and anything that I take a fancy too! I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a Christian writer, though not always is my work Christian. I do write secular stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever feel torn between genre's, write what you want, write what you feel. Why choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7129333974782079509?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7129333974782079509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-genres.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7129333974782079509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7129333974782079509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-genres.html' title='Between Genre&apos;s'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7074783907592240954</id><published>2011-10-27T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:03:22.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Beauty Meets Morbid'/><title type='text'>When Beauty Meets Morbid- Horror Flash Fiction Contest</title><content type='html'>Haley Whitehall is hosting a &lt;a href="http://haleywhitehall.com/2011/10/horror-flash-fiction-contest/"&gt;horror flash fiction contest&lt;/a&gt; over @ her blog.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules: Warning they are stricter than a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Horror or any genre with a strong element of horror&lt;br /&gt;Word count: It MUST be 500 words or less&lt;br /&gt;How to share: You can put it up on your blog and &lt;a href="http://haleywhitehall.com/2011/10/horror-flash-fiction-contest/"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt; or (if you don’t have a blog) you can email it to her through the contact form and I’ll put it in a post for you.&lt;br /&gt;Time limit: It must be posted by Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Prize: YES there is a prize! Keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Submissions? While she accepts multiple submissions for flash flash fiction challenges you can only enter ONE story in the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Beauty Meets Morbid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe hovered over Michelle, doting on her like a lost puppy. He'd fantasized about this very moment&lt;br /&gt;when he'd have her all to himself. Now she was there and his alone. In high school Joe had always&lt;br /&gt;worshiped Michelle Collins, but she was a cheerleader and he was a science geek. The two didn't socialize,&lt;br /&gt;not in high school anyway. Not anywhere really, except here in the morgue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay on the metal table, her perfect and pristine form unaware the science geek she made fun of&lt;br /&gt;all those years ago was about to tear her beautiful body apart. The corner of his pencil thin lips curled into&lt;br /&gt;a smirk. Finally, after twenty years he had her right where he wanted her. Joe gathered the necessary&lt;br /&gt;instruments to perform his duty, after all he was the town's only mortician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He washed her in the sterile solution before proceeding. The morgue reeked of death, but Joe&lt;br /&gt;savored the smell. It was "her' smell. Next came the daunting task of organ removal. His mind was&lt;br /&gt;clouded. Joe needed fresh air. He needed a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe grabbed a fresh, starched white sheet and placed it over his high school crushes body before&lt;br /&gt;exiting the morgue. Once outside he lit up the strong menthol cigarette and took a few puffs. He snubbed&lt;br /&gt;the rest on the brick wall and went back inside to finish Michelle Collins.&lt;br /&gt;She was still lying on the table. Of course she would be, he thought. She's dead as a doornail. He&lt;br /&gt;shook his head. "Michelle, Michelle, Michelle... why did it have to come to this?" He half expected her to&lt;br /&gt;answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she had agreed to dinner, she wouldn't be lying on the slab of cold steel. And he wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have had to kill her. &lt;em&gt;Why did it have to come to that? &lt;/em&gt;Beads of perspiration formed on Joe's brow. He&lt;br /&gt;probed her insides until he had removed all of her vital organs. He threw them in the metal bucket at the&lt;br /&gt;foot of the table, except for her heart. Joe had a special place for it prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held up her cold, dead heart. His face grew dark and a morbid laugh escaped his mouth. "I told&lt;br /&gt;you one day Michelle you would be mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe took her heart and placed it in a formaldehyde filled glass jar, sewed her up and went home with&lt;br /&gt;her pickled heart in a jar. It was like carrying moonbeams around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2011, Debra Ann Elliott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7074783907592240954?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7074783907592240954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-beauty-meets-morbid-horror-flash.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7074783907592240954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7074783907592240954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-beauty-meets-morbid-horror-flash.html' title='When Beauty Meets Morbid- Horror Flash Fiction Contest'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2762136135621252054</id><published>2011-10-26T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:08:43.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between the Web'/><title type='text'>Between the Web</title><content type='html'>Between the web you wove&lt;br /&gt;words of deceit...&lt;br /&gt;You created a lair of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the web you wove&lt;br /&gt;words of sweet...&lt;br /&gt;You created a tangle of alibis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2762136135621252054?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2762136135621252054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2762136135621252054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2762136135621252054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-web.html' title='Between the Web'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4648593332091837142</id><published>2011-10-25T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:39:52.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Writing and Work'/><title type='text'>Between Writing and Work</title><content type='html'>Ten months ago I made a choice and stopped working outside the home, to pursue my writing. I did write, but the way the economy is I couldn't continue to write and not bring in enough income for us to survive. So I make the decision to go back to work. I am now working PT (4 hours) a day. It's a little money to help make ends meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it takes away from my writing, but I feel it is what God wants. He answered a prayer yesterday and I know it was His way of telling my He no longer wants us to struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that the right writing opportunity will come along and we will no longer have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you struggle between writing and work, why not try to do both. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4648593332091837142?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4648593332091837142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-writing-and-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4648593332091837142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4648593332091837142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-writing-and-work.html' title='Between Writing and Work'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4951413412120180667</id><published>2011-10-24T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:39:14.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Does She or Doesn&apos;t She'/><title type='text'>Does She or Doesn't She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianalbrandt.com/2011/10/warm-fuzzies-blogfest/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsNMzlOpLM0/TqWEzrorIvI/AAAAAAAABpc/5edc8MaFvhU/s1600/Blogfest_Glitter-1-300x289.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week I found a great blog fest. This week's topic is This week, be it good or bad, funny or sad, share with us the best response you’ve heard when you’ve told someone you’re a writer. Also, tell us, do you tell other people that you’re a writer?&lt;br /&gt;It also happens to fit with my between theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't even feel like a writer. I'm published but I don't advertise the fact. I'm not sure why? I guess I'm afraid of the reaction I will get and believe me I've got some doosies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell someone I'm a published author the reactions I get the most is "Really? What have you published or do you make a lot of money. How come I've never heard of you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone of those reactions. I now tend to stay quite about what I love to do. So, to answer the question I've become cautious in who I tell. It's become like a secret I sweep under the rug or hide in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a &amp;nbsp;"does she or doesn't she" writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4951413412120180667?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4951413412120180667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-she-or-doesnt-she.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4951413412120180667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4951413412120180667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-she-or-doesnt-she.html' title='Does She or Doesn&apos;t She?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsNMzlOpLM0/TqWEzrorIvI/AAAAAAAABpc/5edc8MaFvhU/s72-c/Blogfest_Glitter-1-300x289.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1645681332686400234</id><published>2011-10-23T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:14:06.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do You Ever Feel You&apos;re Caught Between Parallel Worlds?'/><title type='text'>Do You Ever Feel You're Caught Between Parallel Worlds?</title><content type='html'>Do You Ever Feel You're Caught Between Parallel Worlds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question I ask myself daily, but I never have an answer. Some days I do feel caught between what I love to do and the ones I love. I feel caught between the world of writing and the world of my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I think everything I do, say or touch falls to pieces. I feel my worlds are going to collide any minute. My life is a surreal reality caught between parallel worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1645681332686400234?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1645681332686400234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-ever-feel-youre-caught-between.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1645681332686400234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1645681332686400234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-ever-feel-youre-caught-between.html' title='Do You Ever Feel You&apos;re Caught Between Parallel Worlds?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-9114342628498580222</id><published>2011-10-23T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:45:11.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Taking My Blog 'Getting Through the Hurt and Learning How to Heal' and entering the Women of Faith Contest 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.westbowpress.com/WomenOfFaith/"&gt;Women of Faith Writing Contest 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entering. I'm taking my blog posts&lt;em&gt; 'Getting Through the Hurt and Learning How to Heal: A Journey Through Post Abortion'&lt;/em&gt; and turning into a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the prologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an abortion you may experience many facets of an emotional roller coaster. You may feel hatred, guilt, shame and yes, sometimes even relief. These gamut of emotions run deep creating wounds that may never heal and permanent scars that can last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for you to heal, mend and start the recovery process you must travel down many different roads and go through the fire before you get where God is taking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life will never be the same after an abortion. You must adjust your internal emotional clock in order to realize you are human and God has already forgiven you. Now, you must learn how to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the negative voices inside you head will worm their way into the crevices of your soul if you stay in the dark place of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you on many journeys and through the fire until you reach God's purpose for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not want you to suffer. He brought you through the storms to help the hurting, heal the broken and harbor the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may go through the journeys many years or only a day, but you will come from the ashes into the beauty a stronger woman so you can fulfill God's purpose for you. It took me over thirty-five years to realize I needed to go through the journeys and fire before I could fulfill my promise to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through it and so will you. With the Lord leading my hand, I will show you what God has planned for you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-9114342628498580222?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/9114342628498580222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-taking-my-blog-getting-through-hurt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9114342628498580222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9114342628498580222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-taking-my-blog-getting-through-hurt.html' title='I&apos;m Taking My Blog &apos;Getting Through the Hurt and Learning How to Heal&apos; and entering the Women of Faith Contest 2011'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7903551679926281683</id><published>2011-10-22T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:32:09.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I planted a little story seed...'/><title type='text'>I planted a little story seed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_SAT-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus:&lt;br /&gt;THE PROMPT THIS WEEK IS: I planted a little story seed...&lt;br /&gt;WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 100 words, plus the six words of the prompt. 106 total maximum words.&lt;br /&gt;STYLE OF WRITING - Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bT7zZYU_9c/TqLv68sFC7I/AAAAAAAABpA/TirV5Bs6O7s/s1600/story+seed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bT7zZYU_9c/TqLv68sFC7I/AAAAAAAABpA/TirV5Bs6O7s/s1600/story+seed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I planted a little story seed watered it with words to watch it grow into a wonderful novel tree, flowing with goldenrod yellow and burnt orange leaves. The pages blow in the wind weaving a story of make-believe  and dreams of another place and time. In between words burst through cavorting with imagination.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I planted a little story seed tilled it with blood, sweat and tears to watch it grow into a magnificent novel tree, gathering specks of imagery, painting a picture of amazement and wonder. The pages wisp with each gentle breeze back and forth, back and forth charting dreams of planted little story seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7903551679926281683?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7903551679926281683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-planted-little-story-seed.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7903551679926281683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7903551679926281683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-planted-little-story-seed.html' title='I planted a little story seed...'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bT7zZYU_9c/TqLv68sFC7I/AAAAAAAABpA/TirV5Bs6O7s/s72-c/story+seed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5113757273201758937</id><published>2011-10-22T08:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:53:28.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lie He Told'/><title type='text'>The Lie He Told</title><content type='html'>My heart jumped out of my chest. I was certain he could hear the thunderous thump, thump, thump. I tried to steady my shaky hand. I wanted my aim to be dead on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched John and his mistress cavort. They were like clock-work. Every Saturday they would meet at the park. He would push her high in the swing. They acted like a couple of school kids. &lt;i&gt;How could he&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun shook violently in my hand. They didn't see me. The massive oak tree hid me from their view. &lt;i&gt;Why John? &amp;nbsp;I gave you twenty-five years of my life. This is how you repay me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and the pretty young thing he chose over me continued their jaunt like they were the only two in the world. I cocked the 38 Special and aimed in their direction. My palms sweated profusely. I wiped them on the side of my jogging suit. I didn't really have a plan. No get-a-way, just shoot them dead and wait for the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly John and his girl toy ran toward my direction. I panicked. Did they spot me? &amp;nbsp;Bile rose in my throat. It was now or never. They got closer to the edge of where I lay in wait. They were like rabbits caught in a snare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out from behind the massive oak tree and caught them off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suzette!" John's shocked voice cracked. His eyes widened. "I....I can explain," he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl toy didn't say anything. She tried to hide behind John, but I grabbed her thin, barely there tee-shirt and yanked her back so she could face me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fear in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed the gun at them. "Well John, looks like you lied again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suzette please. It's not what you think. Please let her go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," I screamed. "That's all you have to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to shake. I had him right where I wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could you be so insensitive? I thought you were happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give him a chance to answer. I pulled the trigger twice and blew their brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;a href="http://www.indieink.org/writing-challenges/"&gt;Indie Ink Writing Challenge&lt;/a&gt; this week, &lt;a href="http://seesawupandown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seesaw&lt;/a&gt; challenged me with "insensitive" and I challenged &lt;a href="http://sassyirishlassie.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; with "the good,the bad and the ugly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-5113757273201758937?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5113757273201758937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/lie-he-told.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5113757273201758937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5113757273201758937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/lie-he-told.html' title='The Lie He Told'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3708086709427697069</id><published>2011-10-22T00:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:28:00.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Ribbon Week  October 22-30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Red Ribbon Week  October 22-30, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7nKt1NvwCA/TqIO_FmgxVI/AAAAAAAABoI/S8e9drCPxds/s1600/rrweek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7nKt1NvwCA/TqIO_FmgxVI/AAAAAAAABoI/S8e9drCPxds/s320/rrweek.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The theme this year is &lt;i&gt;It's up to me to be drug free&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About the Event&lt;br /&gt;Red Ribbon Week is the oldest and largest drug prevention campaign in the country. Although the start end dates can vary slightly depending on the organization and source, Red Ribbon Week generally takes place the last full week in October, with the weekends before and following the last full week included as appropriate celebration dates. This year Red Ribbon Week will be celebrated October 22-30, 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Ribbon Week serves as a vehicle for communities and individuals to take a stand for the hopes and dreams of our children through a commitment to drug prevention and education and a personal commitment to live drug free lives with the ultimate goal being the creation of drug free America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, perhaps more importantly, Red Ribbon Week commemorates the ultimate sacrifice made by DEA Special Agent Enrique "Kiki" Camarena, who died at the hands of drug traffickers in Mexico while fighting the battle against illegal drugs to keep our country and children safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story Behind the Symbol&lt;br /&gt;Enrique "Kiki" Camarena grew up in a dirt-floored house with hopes and dreams of making a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camarena worked his way through college, served in the Marines and became a police officer. When he decided to join the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, his mother tried to talk him out it. "I can't not do this," he told her. "I'm only one person, but I want to make a difference." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DEA sent Camarena to work undercover in Mexico investigating a major drug cartel believed to include officers in the Mexican army, police and government. On Feb. 7, 1985, the 37-year-old Camarena left his office to meet his wife for lunch. Five men appeared at the agent's side and shoved him in a car. One month later, Camarena's body was found in a shallow grave. He had been tortured to death. 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within weeks of his death in March of 1985, Camarena's Congressman, Duncan Hunter, and high school friend Henry Lozano, launched Camarena Clubs in Imperial Valley, California, Camarena's home. Hundreds of club members pledged to lead drug-free lives to honor the sacrifices made by Camarena and others on behalf of all Americans. 2 These coalitions began to wear red badges of satin, red ribbons, as a symbol Camarena's memory. The Red Ribbon Week campaign emerged from the efforts of these clubs and coalitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Red Ribbon Week is nationally recognized and celebrated, helping to preserve Special Agent Camarena's memory and further the cause for which he gave his life. The Red Ribbon Campaign also became a symbol of support for the DEA's efforts to reduce demand for drugs through prevention and education programs. By wearing a red ribbon during the last week in October, Americans demonstrate their ardent opposition to drugs. They pay homage not only to Special Agent Camarena, but to all men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice in support of our nation's struggle against drug trafficking and abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;WHAT YOU CAN DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Talk to your kids about being drug free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Get involved in community activities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Get involved with your child's school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Get involved with your local police...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So your SUPPORT:WEAR YOUR RED RIBBON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;BE DRUG FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For more about &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Ribbon Week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Red-Ribbon-Week-2011/216417161703491?sk=wall"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nfp.org/"&gt;Red Ribbon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Ribbon Pledge:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As parents, we will talk to our children about the dangers of drug abuse.&lt;br /&gt;We will set clear rules for our children about not using drugs.&lt;br /&gt;We will set a good example for our children by not using illegal drugs or medicine without a prescription.&lt;br /&gt;We will monitor our children's behavior and enforce appropriate consequences, so that our rules are respected. &lt;br /&gt;We will encourage family and friends to follow the same guidelines to keep children safe from substance abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a grandparent I am glad my grandson's school is involved in &lt;a href="http://www.nfp.org/default.asp?PageNum=582"&gt;Red Ribbon Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of the activities his school has planned include various themes throughout the week and well as collecting goods for food banks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is your child's school doing this year? What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9joncbEl1oU/TqISUTHXc7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/xxntObBtIhQ/s1600/2011RRTheme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9joncbEl1oU/TqISUTHXc7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/xxntObBtIhQ/s320/2011RRTheme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3708086709427697069?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3708086709427697069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/red-ribbon-week-october-22-30-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3708086709427697069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3708086709427697069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/red-ribbon-week-october-22-30-2011.html' title='Red Ribbon Week  October 22-30, 2011'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7nKt1NvwCA/TqIO_FmgxVI/AAAAAAAABoI/S8e9drCPxds/s72-c/rrweek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6039553299335481411</id><published>2011-10-21T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:40:19.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Stands Between'/><title type='text'>Who Stands Between</title><content type='html'>Who Stands Between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who stands between&lt;br /&gt;right and wrong?&lt;br /&gt;weak and strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who stands between&lt;br /&gt;good and bad?&lt;br /&gt;happy and sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who stands between&lt;br /&gt;today and tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;pain and sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6039553299335481411?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6039553299335481411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-stands-between.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6039553299335481411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6039553299335481411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-stands-between.html' title='Who Stands Between'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1661936860454431107</id><published>2011-10-20T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T15:53:49.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Difference Between Seasons'/><title type='text'>The Difference Between Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14IeatUYbDs/TqCJt01yz3I/AAAAAAAABnw/y-YYjWSoHiQ/s1600/TreeInFourSeasons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14IeatUYbDs/TqCJt01yz3I/AAAAAAAABnw/y-YYjWSoHiQ/s320/TreeInFourSeasons.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the winter white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snow falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;covering all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the spring green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;flowers bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;erasing gloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the summer blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sun shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;winter behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the fall orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leaves cascade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1661936860454431107?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1661936860454431107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/difference-between-seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1661936860454431107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1661936860454431107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/difference-between-seasons.html' title='The Difference Between Seasons'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14IeatUYbDs/TqCJt01yz3I/AAAAAAAABnw/y-YYjWSoHiQ/s72-c/TreeInFourSeasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7376269532916191715</id><published>2011-10-20T05:47:00.036-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T05:47:00.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today is National Day on Writing'/><title type='text'>Today is National Day on Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVNAb9RItrU/Tp9UKMFHnGI/AAAAAAAABnA/KZVIqbATNIA/s1600/Day-on-Wrinting-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVNAb9RItrU/Tp9UKMFHnGI/AAAAAAAABnA/KZVIqbATNIA/s320/Day-on-Wrinting-logo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://www.ncte.org/dayonwriting"&gt;National Day on Writing&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why a National Day on Writing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the significance of writing in our national life, to draw attention to the remarkable variety of writing we engage in, and to help writers from all walks of life recognize how important writing is to their lives, NCTE established October 20 as The National Day on Writing.  The National Day on Writing&lt;br /&gt;points to the importance of writing instruction and practice at every grade level, for every student and in every subject area from preschool through university (see &lt;a href="http://www.ncte.org/library/NCTEFiles/Press/Beers.pdf"&gt;The Genteel Unteaching of America’s Poor&lt;/a&gt;),  &lt;br /&gt;emphasizes the lifelong process of learning to write and composing for different audiences, purposes, and occasions, and encourages Americans to write and enjoy and learn from the writing of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncte.org/dayonwriting/involve"&gt;What You Can Do!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write!&lt;br /&gt;Invite!&lt;br /&gt;Speak!&lt;br /&gt;Connect!&lt;br /&gt;Inform!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;Involve Your Community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important &amp;nbsp;that you as a writer or reader get involved and stay involved in writing. Words are powerful and can change peoples way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is thought to be so important The Senate passed resolutions in 2011, 2010, and 2009 declaring October 20 the National Day on Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I write?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to change the way people think about ideas, ways of life and to make a difference in someone's life. My words may never reach the multitudes, but if just one person takes away a positive and spreads the word then I've done something to change an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you write?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My tips for writers...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember I have always been told write what you know. I don't subscribe to that school of thought. Sure, it's a plus and positive, but if we wrote what we know wouldn't we be cookie cutter writers.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to write what you feel. A good writer writes from their heart not their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today get involved. Shine your light on another person who may want to write. Be a mentor. Be a supporter. Be a giver. Be a teacher. Be a healer. Be a writer.Be you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7376269532916191715?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7376269532916191715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-national-day-on-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7376269532916191715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7376269532916191715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-national-day-on-writing.html' title='Today is National Day on Writing'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVNAb9RItrU/Tp9UKMFHnGI/AAAAAAAABnA/KZVIqbATNIA/s72-c/Day-on-Wrinting-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3927238733163369274</id><published>2011-10-19T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:37:38.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Now and Then'/><title type='text'>Between Now and Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Between now and then&lt;/em&gt;. This statement has always puzzled my train of thought. What does it really mean? Does anybody have an accurate clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I can remember I've always heard or known &amp;nbsp;the statement has existed, but never known what it was suppose to mean. Between now and then we what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I can recall my grandmother said it a lot when folks took sick. "Well, between now and then we'll just pray," she'd say. I wanted to always ask her, "between now and what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is then? How do we get to then? The way I interpret the statement is this way: between now and then (then being death) we are suppose to live the life as the Lord intended. There are suppose to be in betweens. Between now and then I think we are to live our lives in the now. If we are Christian's then we know what will happen in the then. It's what happens between now and then that truly matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You might ask yourself what am I suppose to do between now and then? The answer is simple. The bible lays out your between plan so you can get to then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The only 'between' between now and then is Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3927238733163369274?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3927238733163369274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-now-and-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3927238733163369274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3927238733163369274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-now-and-then.html' title='Between Now and Then'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6591478483821776913</id><published>2011-10-18T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:48:41.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pick a Number Between One and Six'/><title type='text'>Pick a Number Between One and Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNThh-z3POQ/Tp1cYqiHziI/AAAAAAAABlE/NZ-enlmIKF8/s1600/pencil-drawings-jesus-offering-hand2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNThh-z3POQ/Tp1cYqiHziI/AAAAAAAABlE/NZ-enlmIKF8/s320/pencil-drawings-jesus-offering-hand2.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past Saturday my family and I attended a fall festival at our local church. There was food, fun and family events we enjoyed. Part of the main attraction was &lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&amp;amp;q=cache:CqXBdnuOC1MJ:s3.amazonaws.com/engrade-myfiles/4030738472705/What_is_Gospel_Magic.doc+J.+Carl+is+an+Christian+magician&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;pid=bl&amp;amp;srcid=ADGEESj_9EQMC0E-H8oyG-nMKMLr6zM1tu10ipM2xu4VkvxFgl2EDG-BfXh7vQ3CyiCHVnN5CloZ_ztfMa_O4lyXcMgE4KuX3ikx5MswFA1MM_WBlondw2HJc3xJ4Y6QvpQJWDh0Kd86&amp;amp;sig=AHIEtbQmGufYmIdl88LTRYsxhhzseXuo5g"&gt;Captain Carl Kelly, a Christian magician.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were getting ready to leave when my grandson wanted to play a few more minutes, so he ran off to slide and the rest of us decided to watch the magic show. Little did we know that my daughter would be a part of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Captain Carl engaged the audience and asked for volunteers. He called a little girl up to the stage and asked her to pick a person from the audience to join them. This went on until he had six people on stage. Now this is where my daughter comes into play. The last person picked had to choose the smartest person from the audience to participate. My daughter April was chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Captain Carl weaves Christianity in with the magic he performs. In the act in which my daughter participated he had six various cards. He told the audience each card represented different ways people thought they could get to heaven. He lined up the six chosen people in front of the audience and gave each a card. My daughters job was to pick a number between one and six. April chose the number six.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What he did next was amazing! He spelled out the number six and told the remaining five people to reveal their cards. The first card revealed a water sign. Captain &amp;nbsp;Carl told the audience that a lot of people think the only way to heaven is through baptism. He went on to explain that baptism is alright, but that wasn't the way to heaven. The process continued with several other ways people thought they could get to heaven. This continued until Captain Carl got to the last person. He had the little boy reveal his card. Can you guess what was on card? If you guessed Jesus, you are correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People in the audience burst into applause. Tears were flowing. It was awesome.  Captain Carl's act was entertaining and enlightening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Captain Carl's message wasn't about the magic, but about how Jesus is the number one way we can get to heaven. He is the Son of God and the Savior of Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqoGhtHMT6o/Tp2L-JMmjeI/AAAAAAAABlM/CSeIiphddcU/s1600/john3-16-Quote-Wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqoGhtHMT6o/Tp2L-JMmjeI/AAAAAAAABlM/CSeIiphddcU/s320/john3-16-Quote-Wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So when you are tempted to pick a number between one and six, remember there is only one number and that is the number 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More about Captain Carl Kelly's mission:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4EPVjIndF4/Tp2QKVOCZcI/AAAAAAAABlU/Hfnn7zcAjww/s1600/293548_506275703437_116600115_30115079_304113880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4EPVjIndF4/Tp2QKVOCZcI/AAAAAAAABlU/Hfnn7zcAjww/s320/293548_506275703437_116600115_30115079_304113880_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captain Carl Kelly ESBC courtesy Jenny Hoffman Ellison&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Christian Magician J. Carl Kelly, discovering Gospel Truth can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exciting, heart-warming, inspirational fun for the whole family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. Carl is an Christian magician who combines Music and Magic to engage audiences and clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;present Gospel Truth. He has delighted audiences across the country and around the world. He even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presented his world famous “Music and Magic with a Message” presentation in England with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queen (near by and just down the road).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With J. Carl, your group will laugh, clap and be actively involved in making the magic happen. Yes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will “SEE the MAGIC”. More importantly, J. Carl can clearly present the powerful truth of the Gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both the program and the message can be tailored to meet the unique needs of your event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than mere entertainment, J. Carl uses his programs to present the gospel of Jesus Christ. Once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has established a relationship and captured the audience’s attention, he can present the Gospel of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus Christ in a simple, meaningful way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. Carl got his start in magic as a child, when he would perform magic for his brother and sister and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kids in the neighborhood. After coming to know the Lord in the fourth grade, he became involved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with magicians who came to his school and church, and J. Carl started presenting the Gospel through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his magic performances like he saw others doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. Carl’s involvement in performing and ministry continued through his college years at Troy State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;University in Troy, Alabama where he met one of those school magicians again. He worked with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Troy State University Baptist Student Union’s youth ministries and started his ministry as a youth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music and missions leader where he used his magic to express and gospel message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the rest is history…&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/engrade-myfiles/.../What_is_Gospel_Magic.doc"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6591478483821776913?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6591478483821776913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/pick-number-between-one-and-six.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6591478483821776913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6591478483821776913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/pick-number-between-one-and-six.html' title='Pick a Number Between One and Six'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNThh-z3POQ/Tp1cYqiHziI/AAAAAAAABlE/NZ-enlmIKF8/s72-c/pencil-drawings-jesus-offering-hand2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6527580537866561812</id><published>2011-10-17T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:50:01.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October is National Dyslexia Awareness Month'/><title type='text'>October is National Dyslexia Awareness Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6F994ZEoZw/TpyjBVhTTVI/AAAAAAAABkU/2CH6IQLJarc/s1600/41779_151501111553402_2547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6F994ZEoZw/TpyjBVhTTVI/AAAAAAAABkU/2CH6IQLJarc/s1600/41779_151501111553402_2547_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is National Dyslexia Awareness Month. Dyslexia is a language-based learning disability that results in people having difficulties with specific language skills, particularly reading.  You can learn more about dyslexia by visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.interdys.org/DyslexiaDefinition.htm"&gt;International Dyslexia Association website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a writer I couldn't imagine having dyslexia. It affects many people(young and old). It's is nothing to feel shameful about or hide. Many famous people have dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by Olympic champion Bruce Jenner, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbright.org/dyslexia/about/default.asp"&gt;Demystifying Dyslexia&lt;/a&gt; takes viewers on a journey of discovery about the challenges of living and learning with dyslexia. In his life, Bruce Jenner has achieved many things. He is an Olympian, an actor, author and entrepreneur and he has dyslexia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6527580537866561812?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6527580537866561812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-is-national-dyslexia-awareness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6527580537866561812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6527580537866561812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-is-national-dyslexia-awareness.html' title='October is National Dyslexia Awareness Month'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6F994ZEoZw/TpyjBVhTTVI/AAAAAAAABkU/2CH6IQLJarc/s72-c/41779_151501111553402_2547_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4191623185722068319</id><published>2011-10-17T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:51:46.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today is Black Poetry Day and the Birthday of Juniter Hammon...'/><title type='text'>Today is Black Poetry Day and the Birthday of Jupiter Hammon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyph2OuhArE/TpxOwaFzjEI/AAAAAAAABkM/VuCtM8kBmVs/s1600/Even_Stars_Celebrate_Birthdays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyph2OuhArE/TpxOwaFzjEI/AAAAAAAABkM/VuCtM8kBmVs/s320/Even_Stars_Celebrate_Birthdays.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 17th is Black Poetry Day.&amp;nbsp;The birth of Black Poetry Day came as an anniversary of the first published African-American poet, Jupiter Hammon, who was born into slavery in 1711 on Long Island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the birth of the Harlem Renaissance, Black Poetry has strived to become what it is today. &lt;br /&gt;Famous black poets include&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;Sterling A. Brown&lt;br /&gt;Lucille Clifton&lt;br /&gt;Toi Derricotte&lt;br /&gt;Paul Laurence Dunbar&lt;br /&gt;Jessie Redmon Fauset&lt;br /&gt;Angelina W. Grimke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jupiter Hammon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langston Hughes&lt;br /&gt;Claude McKay&lt;br /&gt;Anne Spencer&lt;br /&gt;Ntozake Shange&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Trethewey&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Walker&lt;br /&gt;Phillis Wheatley (one of the first female black poets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the birthday of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jupiter_Hammon"&gt;Jupiter Hammon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter Hammon (October 17, 1711 – before 1806) was a Black poet who became the first African-American published writer in America when a poem appeared in print in 1760. He was a slave his entire life, and the date of his death is unknown. He was living in 1790 at the age of 79, and died by 1806. Hammon was a devout Christian, and is considered one of the founders of African American literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Evening Thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation comes by Jesus Christ alone,&lt;br /&gt;The only Son of God;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption now to every one,&lt;br /&gt;That love his holy Word.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus we would fly to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;And leave off every Sin,&lt;br /&gt;Thy tender Mercy well agree;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation from our King.&lt;br /&gt;Salvation comes now from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Our victorious King;&lt;br /&gt;His holy Name be well ador'd,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation surely bring.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus give thy Spirit now,&lt;br /&gt;Thy Grace to every Nation,&lt;br /&gt;That han't the Lord to whom we bow,&lt;br /&gt;The Author of Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus unto Thee we cry,&lt;br /&gt;Give us thy Preparation;&lt;br /&gt;Turn not away thy tender Eye;&lt;br /&gt;We seek thy true Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Salvation comes from God we know,&lt;br /&gt;The true and only One;&lt;br /&gt;It's well agreed and certain true,&lt;br /&gt;He gave his only Son.&lt;br /&gt;Lord hear our penetential Cry:&lt;br /&gt;Salvation from above;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Lord that doth supply,&lt;br /&gt;With his Redeeming Love.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus by thy precious Blood,&lt;br /&gt;The World Redemption have:&lt;br /&gt;Salvation comes now from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;He being thy captive Slave.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus let the Nations cry,&lt;br /&gt;And all the People say,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation comes from Christ on high,&lt;br /&gt;Haste on Tribunal Day.&lt;br /&gt;We cry as Sinners to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation to obtain;&lt;br /&gt;It is firmly fixt his holy Word,&lt;br /&gt;Ye shall not cry in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus unto Thee we cry,&lt;br /&gt;And make our Lamentation:&lt;br /&gt;O let our Prayers ascend on high;&lt;br /&gt;We felt thy Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Lord turn our dark benighted Souls;&lt;br /&gt;Give us a true Motion,&lt;br /&gt;And let the Hearts of all the World,&lt;br /&gt;Make Christ their Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Ten Thousand Angels cry to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Yea louder than the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Thou art the Lord, we plainly see;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art the true Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the Day, excepted Time;&lt;br /&gt;The Day of Salvation;&lt;br /&gt;Increase your Faith, do not repine:&lt;br /&gt;Awake ye every Nation.&lt;br /&gt;Lord unto whom now shall we go,&lt;br /&gt;Or seek a safe Abode;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast the Word Salvation too&lt;br /&gt;The only Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;Ho! every one that hunger hath,&lt;br /&gt;Or pineth after me,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation be thy leading Staff,&lt;br /&gt;To set the Sinner free.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus unto Thee we fly;&lt;br /&gt;Depart, depart from Sin,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation doth at length supply,&lt;br /&gt;The Glory of our King.&lt;br /&gt;Come ye Blessed of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation gently given;&lt;br /&gt;O turn your Hearts, accept the Word,&lt;br /&gt;Your Souls are fit for Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus we now turn to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation to obtain;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hearts and Souls do meet again,&lt;br /&gt;To magnify thy Name.&lt;br /&gt;Come holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,&lt;br /&gt;The Object of our Care;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation doth increase our Love;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hearts hath felt thy fear.&lt;br /&gt;Now Glory be to God on High,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation high and low;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the Soul on Christ rely,&lt;br /&gt;To Heaven surely go.&lt;br /&gt;Come Blessed Jesus, Heavenly Dove,&lt;br /&gt;Accept Repentance here;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation give, with tender Love;&lt;br /&gt;Let us with Angels share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jupiter Hammon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4191623185722068319?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4191623185722068319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-black-poetry-day-and-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4191623185722068319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4191623185722068319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-black-poetry-day-and-birthday.html' title='Today is Black Poetry Day and the Birthday of Jupiter Hammon...'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyph2OuhArE/TpxOwaFzjEI/AAAAAAAABkM/VuCtM8kBmVs/s72-c/Even_Stars_Celebrate_Birthdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-89823014188017956</id><published>2011-10-17T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:43:45.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Word Between Halloween'/><title type='text'>The Word Between Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re389K7YLeI/Tpw7ZigpUVI/AAAAAAAABj8/yegLjR_V3uA/s1600/3165669xcu11pbmra.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re389K7YLeI/Tpw7ZigpUVI/AAAAAAAABj8/yegLjR_V3uA/s320/3165669xcu11pbmra.png" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halloween is only two weeks away and since the posting theme this month is between I wanted to write about the word between H and een: ALLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Christian and yes, we ALLOW my 7 year old grandson to trick-or-treat.&lt;br /&gt;Here is more about that &lt;a href="http://establishingchristianparenting.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html"&gt;Happy Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The key word is allow...do you allow your child to trick-or treat? Do you allow your child to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We allow Cameron to be a kid, but we set ground rules. We only allow him to go to certain houses in our neighborhood. We only allow him to eat certain candy. We only allow him to wear a certain costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by allowing your child to celebrate Halloween you are letting them be a kid. I don't think your being a bad parent or even a bad Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you allow your child to celebrate Easter and Christmas? Both are religious holidays sprinkled with secular traditions: i.e. Easter Bunny, Santa Claus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as All Hallows Eve fast approaches are you going to ALLOW Halloween in your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XPKiSuIuFRI/Tpw90dTs3QI/AAAAAAAABkE/Qq7J_jGig-A/s1600/exps40288_HPF1448321D30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XPKiSuIuFRI/Tpw90dTs3QI/AAAAAAAABkE/Qq7J_jGig-A/s1600/exps40288_HPF1448321D30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by: Taste of Home&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coffin Pumpkin Cake Recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;20 Servings&lt;br /&gt;Prep: 1 hour Bake: 40 min. + cooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups canned pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROSTING/FILLING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;3-1/2 cups confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 to 3 teaspoons maple flavoring&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup heavy whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;2 cups crushed gingersnap cookies (about 40 cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in pumpkin and vanilla. Combine the flour, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda, nutmeg, salt, ginger and cloves; add to pumpkin mixture alternately with buttermilk, beating well after each addition. &lt;br /&gt;Line a greased 13-in. x 9-in. baking pan with waxed paper and grease the paper; spread batter into pan. Bake at 325° for 40-45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 5 minutes before removing from pan to a wire rack to cool completely. &lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, beat cream cheese and butter until smooth. Add confectioners' sugar and enough maple flavoring to achieve a spreading consistency. For filling, in a small bowl, beat 1 cup frosting with whipping cream until soft peaks form. &lt;br /&gt;Cut cake into a coffin shape (discard scraps or save for another use). Cut cake horizontally into two layers. Place bottom layer on a serving plate; spread with filling. Top with second layer. &lt;br /&gt;Set aside 2 tablespoons frosting for writing; frost cake with remaining frosting. Sprinkle with cookie crumbs. Cut a small hole in the corner of a plastic bag; fill with reserved frosting. Pipe "RIP" onto cake. Store in the refrigerator. Yield: 20 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffin Pumpkin Cake published in Halloween Party Favorites , p30 Taste of Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-89823014188017956?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/89823014188017956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/word-between-halloween.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/89823014188017956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/89823014188017956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/word-between-halloween.html' title='The Word Between Halloween'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re389K7YLeI/Tpw7ZigpUVI/AAAAAAAABj8/yegLjR_V3uA/s72-c/3165669xcu11pbmra.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2306602929746518025</id><published>2011-10-16T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:10:00.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Action Day 2011:Food For Thought'/><title type='text'>Blog Action Day 2011:Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogactionday.org/"&gt;&lt;img alt="I am proud to be taking part in Blog Action Day OCT 16 2011 www.blogactionday.org" border="0" height="300" src="http://blogactionday.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Blogactiondaybloggerbadge21.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Action Day is an annual event that unites the world’s bloggers in posting about the same issue on the same day. Our aim is to raise awareness and trigger a global discussion around an important issue that impacts us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2011, our Blog Action Day coincides with &lt;a href="http://www.worldfooddayusa.org/"&gt;World Food Day&lt;/a&gt;, so the topic of discussion for this year will  be food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading through a few of the blogs I follow I noticed a lot of my bloggy friends were posting about Blog Action Day 2011. I had never heard about it and was curious. Their topic today is food which happens to coincide with World Food Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought how can I approach the subject of food and world hunger, easy because I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you actually ever gone hungry? Do you know what it feels like to put your child to bed hungry? I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family lives on a fixed income so it's from pay day to pay day. Hand to mouth. We don't starve like the millions of others on the vast planet, but there are days I'll go without so my grandson won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how blessed we are that we do have remnants of food on our table, when so many have to scrounge the trash bins for a minuscule morsel. Is it fair? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food banks are bare like Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard. The government programs are running out of funding and officials turn a blind eye, sweep the hungry under the rug or out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger is a world-wide epidemic. It won 't go away over night(it will probably never go away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only decent meal some children get is at school(one of the greatest blessings for a child)because their parent's can't afford food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor may go hungry tonight because they had to choose between paying bills or buying medicine. Your child's friend may go to sleep with an empty belly. How will you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good intentioned people talk a good talk, but don't walk the walk. &amp;nbsp;Which are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOBODY IN THIS WORLD SHOULD GO HUNGRY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjLNUucRWfU/TptczABnXCI/AAAAAAAABjs/0YasozwV4eA/s1600/heart_vegetables.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjLNUucRWfU/TptczABnXCI/AAAAAAAABjs/0YasozwV4eA/s1600/heart_vegetables.jpg" /&gt;&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/5131430776559812078-2306602929746518025?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2306602929746518025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-action-day-2011food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2306602929746518025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2306602929746518025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-action-day-2011food-for-thought.html' title='Blog Action Day 2011:Food For Thought'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjLNUucRWfU/TptczABnXCI/AAAAAAAABjs/0YasozwV4eA/s72-c/heart_vegetables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7737575978915369265</id><published>2011-10-16T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:18:47.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between The Silence'/><title type='text'>Between The Silence</title><content type='html'>Between the silence&lt;br /&gt;I hear your words&lt;br /&gt;ticking like a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;ready to explode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the silence&lt;br /&gt;I hear what&lt;br /&gt;you don't say&lt;br /&gt;your words corrode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the silence&lt;br /&gt;no a sound spoken&lt;br /&gt;my soul implodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7737575978915369265?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7737575978915369265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-silence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7737575978915369265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7737575978915369265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-silence.html' title='Between The Silence'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3640608014005652447</id><published>2011-10-16T14:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:17:33.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop the PressesS'/><title type='text'>Stop the Presses</title><content type='html'>For the &lt;a href="http://www.indieink.org/writing-challenges/"&gt;Indie Ink Writing Challenge&lt;/a&gt; this week, &lt;a href="http://prosetrench.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mark G&lt;/a&gt; challenged me with "A daring plan to save print news industry" and I challenged &lt;a href="http://rettorical.blogspot.com/"&gt;femmefauxpas&lt;/a&gt; with "After twenty-five years of marriage...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THE PRESSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmGFf5T2uMA/TptzNof63PI/AAAAAAAABj0/Wyd6-V_6tT8/s1600/girl%252Cgrey%252Cnewspaper-eaeead910bb633e1f8330f5fe3209644_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmGFf5T2uMA/TptzNof63PI/AAAAAAAABj0/Wyd6-V_6tT8/s1600/girl%252Cgrey%252Cnewspaper-eaeead910bb633e1f8330f5fe3209644_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Newspaper boxes bare! I couldn't believe my eyes. It finally happened. The Save-a-Tree lunatics had won. The print news industry ceased to exist. I had to do something to stop the madness.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't live without my daily fix. I loved the smell of fresh ink, the warmth of a crackling newspaper between my fingers and black ink smudged hands. The Save-a-Tree loonies had to be stopped. But how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to devise a plan. I wasn't about to let a bunch of nuts stop the presses. I had to have an actual newspaper in front of me. I enjoyed the daily crossword puzzle, reading the obits and of course the comics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desperate times called for desperate measures and this was a desperate time. My mind ticked like a time bomb waiting to explode. My palms oozed sweat. It was time, time for me to spring into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I methodically got dressed in the green and brown uniform I nabbed from the back of an open Save-a-Tree van. I gazed in the mirror at the stranger starring back at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I pulled my long brown hair into a ponytail. I wanted to look the part and so far so good. I was determined to make myself fit in with the lunatics if my plan was to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nobody would ever suspect I wasn't a Save-a-Tree member. I would be able to stop them and save the presses. My plan would work. It had too or the newspaper industry would be lost forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mingled with the group and no one suspected a thing. They climbed into the back of the van and so did I. I pulled my backpack close to my body. I had to be careful or the explosives would detonate before time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The group chattered about their next mission and I kept silent. I didn't want to conversant. I needed to keep my mind clear of unwanted thoughts. I was on a mission. I had to follow my plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The group was too busy talking to even really notice me, to notice a stranger among them. When the van stopped a few miles outside of town, it was time. Time for me to complete my plan. I exited the van first, leaving my back pack behind. I slammed the doors and jammed them with a metal rod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The people inside begin to rattle the doors, but it was too late for them. Too late for me. I pulled the detonator from my jacket pocket and pushed the switch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fiction. I meant no harm to any group per se.I don't think anyone &amp;nbsp;who wants to save trees is a lunatic nor would I blow them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3640608014005652447?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3640608014005652447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop-presses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3640608014005652447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3640608014005652447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop-presses.html' title='Stop the Presses'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmGFf5T2uMA/TptzNof63PI/AAAAAAAABj0/Wyd6-V_6tT8/s72-c/girl%252Cgrey%252Cnewspaper-eaeead910bb633e1f8330f5fe3209644_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5359436050955182972</id><published>2011-10-15T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:58:41.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are You Torn Between'/><title type='text'>Are You Torn Between?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3mDjtgsNzg/Tpm5rnAseMI/AAAAAAAABjY/_kNC3TOJDxY/s1600/struggle4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3mDjtgsNzg/Tpm5rnAseMI/AAAAAAAABjY/_kNC3TOJDxY/s320/struggle4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down to write todays post I wasn't sure where I was going with the between subject. I was actually lost, but I figured out why I am lost... I'm torn between, torn between my love for writing and my love for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing, but I also love my family and here lately I've felt as if I &lt;strike&gt;must&lt;/strike&gt;(have to) choose. I don't like being torn between my two greatest passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is an inner struggle going on inside myself. I am compelled to write, but am I compelled to stop writing because my family wants me to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have to choose either over the other? Isn't both gifts from God? Was I not chosen to write my words, thoughts and feelings down onto paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair I have to decide(be torn between my two great loves)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living inside the song 'Torn Between Two Lovers' only this is a real life struggle... a real life battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as you sit down to put your words to paper, are you torn between? Do you feel like you must choose between the lesser of two evils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably never be able to choose one or the other. I am passionate about both. Both are my life. I won't ever stop writing. I will not pent up my words because I am told I must or else(that's not my character).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-5359436050955182972?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5359436050955182972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-torn-between.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5359436050955182972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5359436050955182972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-torn-between.html' title='Are You Torn Between?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3mDjtgsNzg/Tpm5rnAseMI/AAAAAAAABjY/_kNC3TOJDxY/s72-c/struggle4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8317584414657553745</id><published>2011-10-14T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:48:55.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BETWEEN-A Poem'/><title type='text'>BETWEEN-A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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E&lt;/strong&gt;mpty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; E&lt;/strong&gt;mpty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;N&lt;/strong&gt;escient&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8317584414657553745?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8317584414657553745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8317584414657553745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8317584414657553745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-poem.html' title='BETWEEN-A Poem'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAg5UF_M-LI/TpiDcalsw-I/AAAAAAAABjA/Hr6bsgGyh6M/s72-c/editorial-field-fragile-girl-lost-magazine-Favim.com-84873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6723388910492307236</id><published>2011-10-13T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:44:51.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caught Between Perfecton and Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Caught Between Perfecton and Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As NaNoWriMo approaches, my fear is going faster than I can keep up. I've participated two years and never finished. This is year three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to cross the finish line with 50,000 words written but somehow I get caught between perfection and procrastination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89QZQmojoJw/TpcFA1PRBBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/UydPYzysx-k/s1600/200906_11_perfection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89QZQmojoJw/TpcFA1PRBBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/UydPYzysx-k/s320/200906_11_perfection.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You see, I'm a perfectionist. Everytime I write a paragraph I have to edit it. I can't help myself. The purpose of NaNoWriMo is is write 50,000 words in thirty days without stopping to edit. Can I approach the perfection hurdle without stopping? In all honesty I haven't a clue until I start writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DyrVEP4XINo/TpcF-O2xWtI/AAAAAAAABiY/jSTqYRV2OOc/s1600/Procrastination.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DyrVEP4XINo/TpcF-O2xWtI/AAAAAAAABiY/jSTqYRV2OOc/s320/Procrastination.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another problem I face is procrastination. I am the world's worst procrastinator. I never finish what I start or I keep making excuses as to why I can't find the time to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As November 1st gets closer, I can feel the nerves inside me jump. My two writing enemies are getting ready to gang up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't let anyone tell you perfection and procrastination aren't a writer's worst nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two can steal your writing mojo. I know. I've been there and hopefully this month won't find myself caught between perfection and procrastination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be hard, so I just categorized myself this way... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm a perfect procrastinator....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6723388910492307236?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6723388910492307236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/caught-between-perfecton-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6723388910492307236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6723388910492307236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/caught-between-perfecton-and.html' title='Caught Between Perfecton and Procrastination'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89QZQmojoJw/TpcFA1PRBBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/UydPYzysx-k/s72-c/200906_11_perfection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6295804603683988428</id><published>2011-10-13T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:41:46.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Daddy'/><title type='text'>Broken Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcvmnJvekY8/Tpb4bST9uAI/AAAAAAAABiI/hsNRvV6SYtc/s1600/Fathers+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcvmnJvekY8/Tpb4bST9uAI/AAAAAAAABiI/hsNRvV6SYtc/s1600/Fathers+Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is unaware his daddy is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;broken into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;now only fragments of his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is oblivious to why his daddy is gone&lt;br /&gt;broken off from his life&lt;br /&gt;now only missing pieces of a puzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is unknowing of why his daddy left&lt;br /&gt;broken out if time&lt;br /&gt;now only a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is forgetful his daddy was really here&lt;br /&gt;broken again from within&lt;br /&gt;now only fleeting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is nescient his daddy will never come back&lt;br /&gt;broken from this earth&lt;br /&gt;now only a drifting soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is unknowing his daddy is dead&lt;br /&gt;broken forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Originally written April 8, 2011 for the 100 word challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6295804603683988428?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6295804603683988428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/broken-daddy.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6295804603683988428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6295804603683988428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/broken-daddy.html' title='Broken Daddy'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcvmnJvekY8/Tpb4bST9uAI/AAAAAAAABiI/hsNRvV6SYtc/s72-c/Fathers+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4669424652060721196</id><published>2011-10-13T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:12:33.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge'/><title type='text'>The 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75aXgrk-nl8/TpbVq1y5DgI/AAAAAAAABh0/gqnUaBfkyjU/s1600/silhouette-of-writer-thinking11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75aXgrk-nl8/TpbVq1y5DgI/AAAAAAAABh0/gqnUaBfkyjU/s320/silhouette-of-writer-thinking11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's once again time for the The 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge presented by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/robertleebrewer"&gt;Robert Lee Brewer &lt;/a&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/"&gt;WD&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides"&gt;Poetic Asides&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've competed twice and will once again compete. Am I crazy? Probably. I'm also participating in NaNoWriMo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So in November I'll be writing my 50,000 word and a PAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what are you waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the rules for the &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-rules"&gt;The 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4669424652060721196?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4669424652060721196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4669424652060721196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4669424652060721196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge.html' title='The 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75aXgrk-nl8/TpbVq1y5DgI/AAAAAAAABh0/gqnUaBfkyjU/s72-c/silhouette-of-writer-thinking11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1350169019899514713</id><published>2011-10-12T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:43:38.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Religion'/><title type='text'>Between Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWeGGHBEEp4/TpSbr07nMnI/AAAAAAAABfg/-i-BnNrdFKo/s1600/3waystolive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWeGGHBEEp4/TpSbr07nMnI/AAAAAAAABfg/-i-BnNrdFKo/s320/3waystolive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is Worship Wednesday and also day 12 of NaBloPoMo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my between post today I am going to talk about religion. It's a touchy subject for many people, but one I feel needs to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people float between religion. They make up their own set of rules. They do as they please, not worrying about the consequences of their actions or God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words they are displeasing their faith and religion. When you believe in the Lord, your life is no longer your own, you belong to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth." &lt;/em&gt;John 4:24 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also tend to float between the Gospel and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God is truth. It is the Gospel and we as Christian's must believe it, trust it, obey it and live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt some people twist the words in the bible to fit their own needs. There again, they are in the "I'm out to please myself" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing yourself doesn't please the Lord. To please the Lord, you must obey the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Jesus replied, "Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; John 14:23 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Religion isn't hard to follow. You are already a believer in the Lord. You have faith and trust in the Lord. You already know His word is the truth. You can't float between religion. You can't go around in life only pleasing yourself, thinking there are no consequences. &lt;strong&gt;THERE ARE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you only please yourself, you are pleasing Satan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek the LORD: Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn;" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Isaiah 51:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a floater...don't go through life between religion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1350169019899514713?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1350169019899514713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-religion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1350169019899514713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1350169019899514713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-religion.html' title='Between Religion'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWeGGHBEEp4/TpSbr07nMnI/AAAAAAAABfg/-i-BnNrdFKo/s72-c/3waystolive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6987679549079735697</id><published>2011-10-11T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:43:36.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo is Upon Us Writers'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo is Upon Us Writers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9hlcRd6NMw/TpS2kCGo20I/AAAAAAAABfo/HhdCPG4tYDc/s1600/Participant2_120_100_white.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9hlcRd6NMw/TpS2kCGo20I/AAAAAAAABfo/HhdCPG4tYDc/s1600/Participant2_120_100_white.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it's that time again! NaNoWriMo is two weeks away. For those who may still be living under a rock &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; stands for National Novel Writing Month. Basically, you have 30 days to write 50,000 unedited words to create your novel. There are prizes at the end of your month long ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third year. The last two times I didn't finish, I let life get in the way. This year I plan to complete my novel in 30 days and collect my prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love a few NaNo buddies:debraannelliottwriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are competing this year...way to go! Are you palms sweating yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's project is romantic fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANGE OF PLANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Zelda Zimmer has it all: a great life, a fabulous career and a handsome fiancé. Her future is mapped out until she reads the pink plus sign on the home pregnancy test. Zelda's world falls apart. Desperate to keep her job and save her upcoming marriage Zelda tries to hide her pregnancy. When Howard her finace finds out things get ugly. He gives her an ultimatum: me or the baby. Zelda doesn't like ultimatums. She chooses the baby and her life changes forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Dr. Reed Miller is on vacation in the Montana mountains when is vacation is interrupted by a very pregnant Zelda Zimmer. He delivers her baby and is forced into their lives against his better judgment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Reed isn't prepared for a make-believe ready made family. He already has one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Plans change. For Zelda Zimmer and Dr. Reed Miller their plans become intertwined. When Zelda goes into labor while hold up in a Mountain cabin Dr. Reed Miller is the only doctor available. Zelda must rely on a complete stranger to save her and her baby and keep her secret.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6987679549079735697?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6987679549079735697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowrimo-is-upon-us-writers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6987679549079735697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6987679549079735697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowrimo-is-upon-us-writers.html' title='NaNoWriMo is Upon Us Writers'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9hlcRd6NMw/TpS2kCGo20I/AAAAAAAABfo/HhdCPG4tYDc/s72-c/Participant2_120_100_white.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-9153084282263875565</id><published>2011-10-11T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:58:39.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Distance Between Your Heart and Mine'/><title type='text'>The Distance Between Your Heart and Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--An5ZcdywiA/TpRmoKL_t-I/AAAAAAAABe4/r-LP2DJdbAk/s1600/two+hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--An5ZcdywiA/TpRmoKL_t-I/AAAAAAAABe4/r-LP2DJdbAk/s320/two+hearts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DISTANCE BETWEEN YOUR HEART AND MINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The distance between your heart and mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miles in between entwined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The distance between your heart and mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;souls in between rewind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The distance between your heart and mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lost in between confined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m3XGfz3SCvA/TpRnqMF1-mI/AAAAAAAABfA/LnqmEN9n42Y/s1600/lost+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m3XGfz3SCvA/TpRnqMF1-mI/AAAAAAAABfA/LnqmEN9n42Y/s320/lost+love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-9153084282263875565?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/9153084282263875565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/distance-between-your-heart-and-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9153084282263875565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9153084282263875565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/distance-between-your-heart-and-mine.html' title='The Distance Between Your Heart and Mine'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--An5ZcdywiA/TpRmoKL_t-I/AAAAAAAABe4/r-LP2DJdbAk/s72-c/two+hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6780315120608687700</id><published>2011-10-11T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:05:37.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Poet Award Week 53'/><title type='text'>Perfect Poet Award Week 53</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-53.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fauLMrvQl70/TpRO4KjYi3I/AAAAAAAABew/Ga0vPL8cJ4k/s320/perfect_poet_award_week_53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-53.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poetry Palace and &lt;/b&gt;Ava &lt;/a&gt;for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-53.html"&gt;Perfect Poem Award&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nominate &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://normamartiri.wordpress.com/"&gt;Poetry and Ice Cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the next award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October in the South&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October has blanketed the South&lt;br /&gt;with burnt orange, magenta, and golden&lt;br /&gt;leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is in the air…&lt;br /&gt;October is what I now&lt;br /&gt;wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October has blanketed the South&lt;br /&gt;with warm colors of Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn breezes gently blow…&lt;br /&gt;October hand I now hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-6780315120608687700?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/6780315120608687700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6780315120608687700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/6780315120608687700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-53.html' title='Perfect Poet Award Week 53'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fauLMrvQl70/TpRO4KjYi3I/AAAAAAAABew/Ga0vPL8cJ4k/s72-c/perfect_poet_award_week_53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-9138075158708577143</id><published>2011-10-10T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:52:11.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Jobs or Life As I Know It'/><title type='text'>Between Jobs or Life As I Know It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-af4szPPV9-U/TpMgM8gczCI/AAAAAAAABdc/0OlBDvU1xv4/s1600/TVoutdoors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-af4szPPV9-U/TpMgM8gczCI/AAAAAAAABdc/0OlBDvU1xv4/s320/TVoutdoors.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been out of work almost a year by choice. I have a lot of health problems, so I stopped working. During my hiatus from the work force I've been able to spend time writing and with my family. I've also had time to contemplate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health probably won't get any better, but I can't sit around forever. So I've made a very tough decision I am once again going to try and enter the work force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it will turn out. So I am going to take advantage of the time I now have between jobs to focus on what needs to be done in "real" life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-9138075158708577143?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/9138075158708577143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-jobs-or-life-as-i-know-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9138075158708577143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9138075158708577143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-jobs-or-life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Between Jobs or Life As I Know It!'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-af4szPPV9-U/TpMgM8gczCI/AAAAAAAABdc/0OlBDvU1xv4/s72-c/TVoutdoors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5584856514641538443</id><published>2011-10-10T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:09:54.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month and I&apos;m a Guest Blogger'/><title type='text'>October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month and I'm a Guest Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4WhuSdJc6I/ToHTnjxur4I/AAAAAAAABY0/RUAGLRIGqII/s1600/MLDV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4WhuSdJc6I/ToHTnjxur4I/AAAAAAAABY0/RUAGLRIGqII/s1600/MLDV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month is also &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dvam.vawnet.org/"&gt;National Domestic Violence Awareness Month&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and I have the honor of being a guest blogger over at  &lt;br /&gt;Brenda's &lt;a href="http://www.weareallnthistogether.com/2011/10/domestic-violence-hits-home-guest-post.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are All in This Together&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by and read my post as well as the other posts on domestic violence awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="h5"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-5584856514641538443?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5584856514641538443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-is-national-domestic-violence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5584856514641538443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5584856514641538443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-is-national-domestic-violence.html' title='October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month and I&apos;m a Guest Blogger'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4WhuSdJc6I/ToHTnjxur4I/AAAAAAAABY0/RUAGLRIGqII/s72-c/MLDV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8814202097571446209</id><published>2011-10-09T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:28:38.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Picture Paints a Thousand Words'/><title type='text'>A Picture Paints a Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LCTdyagitM/TpHJQVvGmCI/AAAAAAAABdE/lkLsMCHn8ko/s1600/mucci_narrowweb__300x464%252C2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LCTdyagitM/TpHJQVvGmCI/AAAAAAAABdE/lkLsMCHn8ko/s320/mucci_narrowweb__300x464%252C2.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The NaBloPoMo theme for October is between. This picture conjures up a thousand words for the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thousand words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I am stuck between the unknown, forced to compromise my values. I cannot go on. I am forged between two heavy stones that break my bones. I cannot go on. I am welded between the past and future, present forever gone. I cannot go on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between truths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Between infinity....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there isn't 1000 words, but I'm between thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8814202097571446209?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8814202097571446209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/picture-paints-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8814202097571446209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8814202097571446209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Paints a Thousand Words'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LCTdyagitM/TpHJQVvGmCI/AAAAAAAABdE/lkLsMCHn8ko/s72-c/mucci_narrowweb__300x464%252C2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-9198293668835543461</id><published>2011-10-09T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:56:59.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Guardian: Who&apos;s  Alice'/><title type='text'>The Guardian: Who's Alice?</title><content type='html'>With this week's II prompt I am able to continue the saga of The Guardian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC2BG6i5HoE/TpGZYNr8_NI/AAAAAAAABdA/DwKxhyClvIc/s1600/alice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC2BG6i5HoE/TpGZYNr8_NI/AAAAAAAABdA/DwKxhyClvIc/s320/alice.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO'S ALICE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alice wake up,”a soft voice called my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Someone was calling me Alice again. Why did everyone insist I was Alice. I was Dorothy, but nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;believed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who's Alice?” I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Another strange creature approached me. “You are of course. We've been waiting for your arrival.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was still confused. I didn't know where I was or how I even got there. All these weird creatures &lt;/span&gt;called me Alice. I just wanted to go back home. Wherever that was?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was in some type of room. It wasn't very big. I felt like I was inside a cage being watched by a &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;hundred pairs of eyes.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The creature smelled like rotten eggs. It was hideous. I tried to move, but &amp;nbsp;I was restrained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who are you?” I spat at the creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who are you?” The creature mocked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I didn't answer. It was useless. I flung myself down on the metal cot and sobbed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don't cry Alice,” a smaller creature comforted me. It was almost child-like. I wasn't frightened of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;this one. It was docile, unlike the larger one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I.....I just want to go home,” I sobbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The child-like creature touched my arm and rubbed my matted hair. The goo from it's fingers stuck &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;to my skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alice you can't leave,” it whispered in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The larger creature approached the metal cot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I curled up into a ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We mean you no harm Alice, but you have to save us.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Save you?” This creature had lost its mind. I had to save them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Clank, clank, clank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Something pounded on the metal door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alice, we have no time left. The Great McGuffin has been destroyed and the Dark Lord's power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;has been vanquished forever. You must fight the snail colony and retrieve the Dark Lord's power.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fight a snail colony?” This creature was &amp;nbsp;absurd. “I'm a human or hadn't you noticed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes Alice. That is why you are here. Only a human can destroy the snails and restore the power to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dark Lord.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;These creatures wanted me to fight a bunch of slimy, icky snails. I hated snails,but I wasn't about to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;risk my life for the hideous creatures that stood in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alice please.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Great McGuffin or Dark Lord , I didn't care. I wasn't going to risk my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who's Alice's?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;a href="http://www.indieink.org/writing-challenges/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indie Ink Writing Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this week, &lt;a href="http://prosetrench.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fatdogscribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; challenged me with "The Great McGuffin has been destroyed and with it,the Dark Lord's power has been vanquished forever. Now what happens?" and I challenged &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3kidsandabreakdown.com/"&gt;tr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3kidsandabreakdown.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ish3kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with "the hand that rules the universe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/guardianindie-ink-writing-challenge.html"&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/guardian-alice-returns.html"&gt;Part Two&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-9198293668835543461?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/9198293668835543461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/guardian-whos-alice.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9198293668835543461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/9198293668835543461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/guardian-whos-alice.html' title='The Guardian: Who&apos;s Alice?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC2BG6i5HoE/TpGZYNr8_NI/AAAAAAAABdA/DwKxhyClvIc/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2474295045911407021</id><published>2011-10-08T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:33:36.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between the Pain'/><title type='text'>Between the Pain</title><content type='html'>My today's between post is a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jGeqaKrtrE/TpB5xtaFD0I/AAAAAAAABc8/fRLB6-3PE3c/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jGeqaKrtrE/TpB5xtaFD0I/AAAAAAAABc8/fRLB6-3PE3c/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;etween the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;njo&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;oday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ithout refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;njoy the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever again&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2474295045911407021?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2474295045911407021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2474295045911407021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2474295045911407021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-pain.html' title='Between the Pain'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jGeqaKrtrE/TpB5xtaFD0I/AAAAAAAABc8/fRLB6-3PE3c/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1594941682419041899</id><published>2011-10-07T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:41:23.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Does One Bad Apple Really Spoil the Whole Bunch'/><title type='text'>Does One Bad Apple Really Spoil the Whole Bunch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOGR8b8nIHs/Toi1Hk-nrDI/AAAAAAAABbo/EgugC4ElKI0/s1600/badapple_profile1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOGR8b8nIHs/Toi1Hk-nrDI/AAAAAAAABbo/EgugC4ElKI0/s320/badapple_profile1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had the idea for this post several weeks before Steve Jobs passed away. I hadn't thought about the concept of this post or the words I would write. This post is in no way a reflection of Apple or Steve Jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is bad in everyone? &amp;nbsp;So does that mean one bad person can disrupt a hundred good people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We know there is good and evil, but is bad really evil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have always liked to compare bad and good with apples. I was raised in the seventies and one of my favorite songs was 'One Bad Apple' sung by the Osmond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the lyrics is "One Bad apple can spoil the whole bunch girl".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think that's a fair statement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In between an apple is its core. People have cores also. In between a person is their core.When you get to the middle of a person they aren't really bad, just misguided in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, there is evil in this world, but why? The answer is not a difficult one. Satan is the bad apple that spoils the human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You've heard the saying 'The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think it does....one bad apple(Satan) can spoil the whole bunch. It can destroy family's and pull a part a persons happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilXXPiHcJSc/To8AUPJGbfI/AAAAAAAABco/p2_IF0WWdBQ/s1600/genealogy_tree1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilXXPiHcJSc/To8AUPJGbfI/AAAAAAAABco/p2_IF0WWdBQ/s320/genealogy_tree1.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let Satan be the core between you and your family. Let Jesus be the core between good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to be a bad apple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2ZphT0B8N0/To8BL3NSidI/AAAAAAAABcs/noLrbEwJ32c/s1600/044153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2ZphT0B8N0/To8BL3NSidI/AAAAAAAABcs/noLrbEwJ32c/s320/044153.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1594941682419041899?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1594941682419041899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-one-bad-apple-really-spoil-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1594941682419041899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1594941682419041899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-one-bad-apple-really-spoil-whole.html' title='Does One Bad Apple Really Spoil the Whole Bunch?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOGR8b8nIHs/Toi1Hk-nrDI/AAAAAAAABbo/EgugC4ElKI0/s72-c/badapple_profile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-285343358271892638</id><published>2011-10-06T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:24:37.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have the Right to Feel Sorry for Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but do You Have a Reason?'/><title type='text'>You Have the Right to Feel Sorry for Yourself, but do You Have a Reason?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMrXQ-o1zdc/Tm4UCBtGfWI/AAAAAAAABTw/MHcm3VM42rc/s1600/No_Pity_Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMrXQ-o1zdc/Tm4UCBtGfWI/AAAAAAAABTw/MHcm3VM42rc/s320/No_Pity_Party.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite television shows when I was growing up in the seventies was the Walton's. I couldn't wait to watch the family gather around their kitchen table to share the love and warmth of their daily lives. I wanted what they had, I longed for their closeness, their family togetherness. I always felt like a between child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vIHVZIljLw/Tm4UqCnPuCI/AAAAAAAABT0/0DIwIIrJxUg/s1600/waltons004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vIHVZIljLw/Tm4UqCnPuCI/AAAAAAAABT0/0DIwIIrJxUg/s320/waltons004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an adopted only child and had no other siblings to laugh with, squabble with or tell secrets. I yearned for a house full of disarray. I felt sorry for myself. I had a right, but did I really have a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent's weren't bad parents but they were distant parents. Both worked numerous hours and I was raised by nannies(who seemed I thought to love me more than my parents loved me). I didn't like being a between child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envied my cousin. She had what I wanted. She had the big family, she had the sibling rivalry I longed for. My world was a between world. I pretended to be happy, to be content with the life I had been dealt. I wasn't...I felt sorry for myself, but did I have a good reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I though I did. I thought it wasn't fair I didn't have any brothers or sister's. I thought it was unfair I spent countless hours by myself. I had a right to feel sorry for myself, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on that period &amp;nbsp;and think why did I pity that life? I had two wonderful parents who wanted me. I may have thought I was a between child, but I really wasn't. I was a very wanted child between two parent's who loved me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you want to throw yourself a pity party because you think you have a right, remember do you have a reason?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-285343358271892638?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/285343358271892638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-have-right-to-feel-sorry-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/285343358271892638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/285343358271892638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-have-right-to-feel-sorry-for.html' title='You Have the Right to Feel Sorry for Yourself, but do You Have a Reason?'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMrXQ-o1zdc/Tm4UCBtGfWI/AAAAAAAABTw/MHcm3VM42rc/s72-c/No_Pity_Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7921872809015795839</id><published>2011-10-06T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:19:29.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Flash Fiction Piece Selected for Publication Online'/><title type='text'>Another Flash Fiction Piece Selected for Publication Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cleverfiction.com/weekly-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLMsDTYy8vo/To2bckmY2jI/AAAAAAAABcU/DYE9VjCFrFg/s1600/743182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stumbled upon Clever Fiction by accident and I'm glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever Fiction is a great place to showcase your writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I submitted by flash fiction piece '&lt;a href="http://www.cleverfiction.com/26/post/2011/10/rain.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to showcase your writing here's the deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Fiction Story Criteria: &lt;br /&gt;250-1000 Words&lt;br /&gt;Original Work&lt;br /&gt;Use all the elements of the writing prompt .&lt;br /&gt;Email your short story as an attachment to CleverFiction@gmail.com. To make uploading easier, please format your single-spaced story like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title&lt;br /&gt;By Name    (and the elements of the weekly prompt)  &amp;lt;--- this reminds readers of the prompt.&lt;br /&gt;Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! No page numbers, notes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by and read my story and all the other great stories and don't forget to submit yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7921872809015795839?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7921872809015795839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-flash-fiction-piece-selected.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7921872809015795839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7921872809015795839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-flash-fiction-piece-selected.html' title='Another Flash Fiction Piece Selected for Publication Online'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLMsDTYy8vo/To2bckmY2jI/AAAAAAAABcU/DYE9VjCFrFg/s72-c/743182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-548172295151440299</id><published>2011-10-05T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:07:46.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Worship Wednesday</title><content type='html'>For today's Worship Wednesday...no words are needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhfn7yP8bxo/Tozi8zjCmHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/pXT_zhJ7zTs/s1600/Simply_Worship.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhfn7yP8bxo/Tozi8zjCmHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/pXT_zhJ7zTs/s320/Simply_Worship.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/5131430776559812078-548172295151440299?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/548172295151440299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/worship-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/548172295151440299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/548172295151440299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/worship-wednesday.html' title='Worship Wednesday'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhfn7yP8bxo/Tozi8zjCmHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/pXT_zhJ7zTs/s72-c/Simply_Worship.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-5868669315198217383</id><published>2011-10-05T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:11:15.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October in the South'/><title type='text'>October in the South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEC9XoQGWMc/ToxOHX5YdbI/AAAAAAAABcE/l67nhN-DDEg/s1600/october.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEC9XoQGWMc/ToxOHX5YdbI/AAAAAAAABcE/l67nhN-DDEg/s320/october.jpg" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is a twofer:&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/wednesday-poetry-prompts-152"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poetic Asides&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; poem prompt was to write a poem about October and for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://nablopomo.blogher.com/blogrolls/october-2011-blogroll"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;it's also my between post: Between Summer and Winter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;October in the South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;October has blanketed the South&lt;br /&gt;with burnt orange, magenta, and golden&lt;br /&gt;leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Autumn is in the air…&lt;br /&gt;October is what I now&lt;br /&gt;wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;October has blanketed the South&lt;br /&gt;with warm colors of Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Autumn breezes gently blow…&lt;br /&gt;October hand I now hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/agreement-for-thursday-poets-rally-week.html" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84BGOtqZs0U/ToyMmB31sfI/AAAAAAAABcI/aP7EGeX_tb0/s1600/Rally.jpg" /&gt;&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/5131430776559812078-5868669315198217383?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/5868669315198217383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-in-south.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5868669315198217383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/5868669315198217383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-in-south.html' title='October in the South'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEC9XoQGWMc/ToxOHX5YdbI/AAAAAAAABcE/l67nhN-DDEg/s72-c/october.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1014925839114272323</id><published>2011-10-05T07:11:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:31:55.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Me? Insecure'/><title type='text'>Who Me? Insecure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/p/insecure-writers-support-group.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz22X87PhNs/TnktfYpZijI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ExsvOTDR5wQ/s1600/InsecureWritersSupportGroup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this great writer's group over at &lt;a href="http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex J. Cavanaugh's &lt;/a&gt;blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first post for the Insecure Writer's Support Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who me? Insecure. I write, therefore I'm insecure... I know I'm a good writer, but am I great? I get rejection after rejection until I want to scream. I even stopped writing for a while and gave away all my writing books. I wasn't going to come back, but the voice in my head wouldn't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, a glutton for punishment. I write, therefore I suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my writing to be all it can be. I guess I need to be my own drill sergeant so I can shape up or ship out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lot of positive feedback on my blog post, but it's the editors and publishers attention I want. I think my problem is I get stuck. I can't get over certain hurdles. Once I try to go pass the 1000 word mark, my writing falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love your feedback. Critic my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Insecure Writer’s Support Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting: His page will list those who are participating. It also allows for comments if you have an immediate need. This where we can help one another. Check his page whenever you visit – if you can help a fellow writer, hop over to their blog and offer assistance. Be watching for updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1014925839114272323?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1014925839114272323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-me-insecure.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1014925839114272323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1014925839114272323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-me-insecure.html' title='Who Me? Insecure'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz22X87PhNs/TnktfYpZijI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ExsvOTDR5wQ/s72-c/InsecureWritersSupportGroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4874783112735008314</id><published>2011-10-04T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:22:11.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Blog Posting Month Day 4:Just Between Us'/><title type='text'>National Blog Posting Month Day 4:Just Between Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI2QrsyYiVU/TosTO3FWYII/AAAAAAAABcA/HUwQyaTuFuQ/s1600/78ae27a58cbdda8a9073bbccba5d997501708a1a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI2QrsyYiVU/TosTO3FWYII/AAAAAAAABcA/HUwQyaTuFuQ/s320/78ae27a58cbdda8a9073bbccba5d997501708a1a_m.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just between us, I often wonder if the writing life is really for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two published poetry books, works in several Christian anthologies, my works appears online and I author several blogs, but I feel something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just between us, I sometimes wonder if it's all worth it. My name can be googled, but I wonder if people really care who I am or even what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great blog following. My poetry books(well, I used Publish America so I don't really know how that went) got me through many doors, but I still feel the rejection outweighs the acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just between us, there are days I feel like throwing in the towel. It's not that I don't want to write(I love to write) it's I don't know if I really have it in my veins. Is it my calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I received a rejection(with plenty of criticism). I know it wasn't my best work, but I sent it out anyway. Am I getting lazy and sloppy? I don't know. At the same time a story I wrote last summer was accepted by an online magazine. I felt elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just between us, is a writer's life what I want? I question my choice to put words down on paper. But then I think about some of my favorite authors who struggled: Thoreau, Hemingway, Poe..they all had doubts, but it didn't stop them from their passion...writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a gift to use here in the present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just between us, I'll continue writing until I &amp;nbsp;no longer exist. Whether I receive accolades or admonishments I will forge through the despair...just between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4874783112735008314?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4874783112735008314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-4just.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4874783112735008314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4874783112735008314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-4just.html' title='National Blog Posting Month Day 4:Just Between Us'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI2QrsyYiVU/TosTO3FWYII/AAAAAAAABcA/HUwQyaTuFuQ/s72-c/78ae27a58cbdda8a9073bbccba5d997501708a1a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2601223399555849626</id><published>2011-10-03T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:56:56.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Blog Posting Month Day 3: The Go-Between'/><title type='text'>National Blog Posting Month Day 3: The Go-Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go-between: One who acts as an intermediary or messenger between two sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is Jesus our go-between? Does he act as a messenger between God and Satan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVV_bNnR6X4/TomvG-YYqBI/AAAAAAAABbs/IYCvng93R04/s1600/jesus+arm-wrestling+with+satan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVV_bNnR6X4/TomvG-YYqBI/AAAAAAAABbs/IYCvng93R04/s320/jesus+arm-wrestling+with+satan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture can be offensive, scary or even distasteful but it's the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The message is clear: Jesus is in a constant arm-wrestling battle with Satan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is constantly in a battle for our soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus is our go-between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the one who fights our battles. He is the one who died on the cross so we could live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Psalms 18:2 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly, I want Jesus to be my go-between. Without Him in my corner I don't have a chance against Satan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Isaiah 40:31 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2601223399555849626?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2601223399555849626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-3-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2601223399555849626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2601223399555849626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-3-go.html' title='National Blog Posting Month Day 3: The Go-Between'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVV_bNnR6X4/TomvG-YYqBI/AAAAAAAABbs/IYCvng93R04/s72-c/jesus+arm-wrestling+with+satan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-2719117682760711501</id><published>2011-10-02T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T06:15:13.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Blog Posting Month Day 2: Between Rejection and Success'/><title type='text'>National Blog Posting Month Day 2: Between Rejection and Success</title><content type='html'>It's day 2 of NaBloPoMo and the theme is between. Today I am going to write about between rejection and success. As a writer I've seen my share of rejection, probably more than my share of successes. It's part of being a writer, part of becoming a better writer. What's in between is what makes you a failure or a success.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, good writing is one of the keys. But only one thing stands between rejection and success....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtFJWDdfhDU/ToezI1MeWOI/AAAAAAAABbE/EtzD6H9UArM/s1600/rejection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtFJWDdfhDU/ToezI1MeWOI/AAAAAAAABbE/EtzD6H9UArM/s320/rejection.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaZtRf2IrDU/Toe0KY_se-I/AAAAAAAABbI/NdxEaWlGzg4/s1600/Determination.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaZtRf2IrDU/Toe0KY_se-I/AAAAAAAABbI/NdxEaWlGzg4/s320/Determination.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqs2Hr4rNf4/Toe0R0Wh34I/AAAAAAAABbM/yLjMRyvyO98/s1600/success.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqs2Hr4rNf4/Toe0R0Wh34I/AAAAAAAABbM/yLjMRyvyO98/s320/success.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What stands between a writer's rejection and their success is determination... I for one know you cannot succeed without it. You'll be stuck between, in the middle of nowhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Determination is the between it all! You may get a thousand rejections, but determination is your bridge, your between to success. You can't have emptiness between rejection and success. All you'll get is failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know from experience. I left the door wide open for failure. Determination was left outside. It wasn't my between.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're rejected(and you probably have been or will be) put determination between you and success. It's the only way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-2719117682760711501?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/2719117682760711501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2719117682760711501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/2719117682760711501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-2.html' title='National Blog Posting Month Day 2: Between Rejection and Success'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtFJWDdfhDU/ToezI1MeWOI/AAAAAAAABbE/EtzD6H9UArM/s72-c/rejection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-7854074557410845178</id><published>2011-10-01T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T10:11:30.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Tale of Choices'/><title type='text'>A Tale of Choices</title><content type='html'>It's once again time for the II challenge. Alas, with this weeks prompt I will not be continuing the story of Dorothy/Alice, but I do have something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's &lt;a href="http://www.indieink.org/contact/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indie Ink Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came from &lt;a href="http://awriterslead.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jordan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who gave me this prompt:[choices.commitment.understanding.] I challenged &lt;a href="http://browncoatmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chaos Mandy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the prompt:[Existence is but an illusion.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tale of Choices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Miranda, you have two choices," I barely heard my doctor utter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Two choices?" I mumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Miranda, let me be blunt. If you don't change your lifestyle you'll be dead within six months."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mind whirled with chaos. What was Dr. Abbott saying? &lt;i&gt;Dead. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I knew I was taking a risk when I chose to take chances with my life, but dead... no way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Look Dr, Abbott, you know I can't change. I'm committed to finishing this project. I have no choice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He looked down at the file in front of him and then back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Miranda," he fumbled with the papers. "The consequences of your actions will have dire results."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dire results, dead&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Dr. Abbott," I pounded my fist on his massive oak desk. "You're wrong! The damn chart is wrong!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got up from where I was seated and stormed out of his office. He was crazy. No way was I going to change what I did. I had a commitment to the C. I. A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My cell phone buzzed. Dr. Abbott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"What's up doc?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Miranda, this is no joke. If you proceed with your latest suicide mission I can't be responsible for you or your actions any longer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Dr. Abbot, I understand your concern, but I have no choice. No two choices as you said. Only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was silent for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Miranda, you're wrong. You do have a choice. You don't have to commit yourself to any assignment. Do we have an understanding?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was the problem, I did understand. I was a sniper for the C. I. A. and committed to only one choice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kill or be killed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The doctor said I would be dead in six months anyway. Might as well go out in a blaze of glory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Understand I don't have choices only commitments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-7854074557410845178?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/7854074557410845178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/tale-of-choices.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7854074557410845178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/7854074557410845178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/tale-of-choices.html' title='A Tale of Choices'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-1336959732755072334</id><published>2011-10-01T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:06:39.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We want you'/><title type='text'>We Want You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is8ST8Eh0qI/TobzDjEFXQI/AAAAAAAABas/1GQvinhuOT8/s1600/HF_WeWantYou.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is8ST8Eh0qI/TobzDjEFXQI/AAAAAAAABas/1GQvinhuOT8/s320/HF_WeWantYou.png" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thrilled to inform all my wonderful followers and fans who have stuck by me that finally after many rejections that one of my flash fiction pieces has been accepted for online publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writingraw.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing Raw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a monthly online magazine and this month my fictional piece '&lt;a href="http://www.writingraw.com/index.html#When Beauty Meets Morbid"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Beauty Meets Morbid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' has been selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the acceptance email:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" dir="ltr" id="receivestrings"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;div id="receivestrings"&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;From:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:weeb@writingraw.com" title="mailto:weeb@writingraw.com"&gt;Weeb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; 09/27/11 03:13:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:anngrayelliott1960@gmail.com" title="mailto:anngrayelliott1960@gmail.com"&gt;'Debra Ann Elliott'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; RE: Fiction  Submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img class="BORDERREG" id="contentbutton" onmousedown="MouseOverClick();" onmouseout="MouseOutEffect();" onmouseover="MouseOverEffect();" onmouseup="MouseOverEffect();" src="" style="display: none;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img class="BORDERREG" id="soundbutton" onmousedown="MouseOverClick();" onmouseout="MouseOutEffect();" onmouseover="MouseOverEffect();" onmouseup="MouseOverEffect();" src="" style="display: none;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img class="BORDERREG2" id="soundchevron" onmousedown="MouseOverClick();" onmouseout="MouseOutEffect();" onmouseover="MouseOverEffect();" onmouseup="MouseOverEffect();" src="" style="display: none;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body,html { overflow-y: hidden; overflow-x: hidden;}&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Hi,  would like to thank you for the submission. We would very much like to place  your story in the October 1 issue of WritingRaw.com. Please let me know if this  is acceptable to you. Also, if you haven’t done so already, please send us a  brief bio for the Bio’s page. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Weeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writingraw.com/" title="blocked::http://www.writingraw.com/"&gt;WritingRaw.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-1336959732755072334?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/1336959732755072334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-want-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1336959732755072334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/1336959732755072334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-want-you.html' title='We Want You!'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is8ST8Eh0qI/TobzDjEFXQI/AAAAAAAABas/1GQvinhuOT8/s72-c/HF_WeWantYou.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3162459189085191544</id><published>2011-10-01T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:13:36.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Blog Posting Month Day 1: Between a Rock and a Hard Place'/><title type='text'>National Blog Posting Month Day 1: Between a Rock and a Hard Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8PW_lYGZSc/ToTEV-8qwMI/AAAAAAAABaI/ptiQry2Oqx4/s1600/oie_2914288ghiPwN20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8PW_lYGZSc/ToTEV-8qwMI/AAAAAAAABaI/ptiQry2Oqx4/s1600/oie_2914288ghiPwN20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome once again to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://nablopomo.blogher.com/blogrolls/october-2011-blogroll"&gt;National Blog Posting Month&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The purpose of the blogroll is to post on the topic everyday for 31 days... Stop by and link up or just read some of the great posts. &lt;b&gt;The October blogroll is open until October 5th. After that point, no new blogs will be added.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The theme for October is BETWEEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWPxkb5Dmrs/ToTGGU6CTfI/AAAAAAAABaM/EGYZqOe6Tec/s1600/between_a_rock_and_a_hard_place.w450h450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWPxkb5Dmrs/ToTGGU6CTfI/AAAAAAAABaM/EGYZqOe6Tec/s320/between_a_rock_and_a_hard_place.w450h450.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Somewhere we've all been one time or the other in our lives....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suffer from chronic pain and some days are worse than others. I feel like a am living between a rock and a hard place literally. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wake up in pain. I go to bed in pain. Here's the 'between a rock and a hard place' part...I can't take pain medication. &amp;nbsp;So, I have to live with the pain and live between my rock and a hard place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worse part about being between a rock and a hard place is I'm a writer and I use my fingers 100% of the time. I've had to stop writing long-handed and now rely on a computer keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like being between a rock and a hard place. It's a major disruption, a major distraction and a major dysfunction in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I go bury my head in the sand now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1MTUblIBy4/ToTIkcmtG7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/KtnDllRfJGA/s1600/jim-rex-head-in-the-sand1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1MTUblIBy4/ToTIkcmtG7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/KtnDllRfJGA/s320/jim-rex-head-in-the-sand1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3162459189085191544?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3162459189085191544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3162459189085191544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3162459189085191544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-blog-posting-month-day-1.html' title='National Blog Posting Month Day 1: Between a Rock and a Hard Place'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8PW_lYGZSc/ToTEV-8qwMI/AAAAAAAABaI/ptiQry2Oqx4/s72-c/oie_2914288ghiPwN20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4242423596226733117</id><published>2011-10-01T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T06:00:20.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a Party 25th Wedding Anniversary'/><title type='text'>It's a Party! 25th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znN0fRUL-K0/ToUPwnjYU8I/AAAAAAAABaY/ip9dU-3wSls/s1600/silver-anniversary-bannereps-thumb2528704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znN0fRUL-K0/ToUPwnjYU8I/AAAAAAAABaY/ip9dU-3wSls/s1600/silver-anniversary-bannereps-thumb2528704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFU1Yax8GZ4/ToUQkKygHdI/AAAAAAAABac/AU9LO176KMY/s1600/oie_3023932gVgSRLsK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFU1Yax8GZ4/ToUQkKygHdI/AAAAAAAABac/AU9LO176KMY/s320/oie_3023932gVgSRLsK.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2T9wqdDaNY/ToUQqdR3NRI/AAAAAAAABag/HTgIHbQ5RU8/s1600/1892181tsamxfe2km.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="88" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2T9wqdDaNY/ToUQqdR3NRI/AAAAAAAABag/HTgIHbQ5RU8/s320/1892181tsamxfe2km.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. and Mrs. David Elliott&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4242423596226733117?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4242423596226733117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-party-25th-wedding-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4242423596226733117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4242423596226733117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-party-25th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='It&apos;s a Party! 25th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znN0fRUL-K0/ToUPwnjYU8I/AAAAAAAABaY/ip9dU-3wSls/s72-c/silver-anniversary-bannereps-thumb2528704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-3429946296963763656</id><published>2011-09-30T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:59:59.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October Featured Author on Writing Raw'/><title type='text'>October Featured Author on Writing Raw</title><content type='html'>My short story &lt;a href="http://www.writingraw.com/index.html#When Beauty Meets Morbid"&gt;When Beauty Meets Morbid&lt;/a&gt; is a featured short story for the month of October in the online magazine &lt;a href="http://www.writingraw.com/index.html"&gt;Writing Raw&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-3429946296963763656?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/3429946296963763656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/october-featured-author-on-writing-raw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3429946296963763656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/3429946296963763656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/october-featured-author-on-writing-raw.html' title='October Featured Author on Writing Raw'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-4839496412173352308</id><published>2011-09-28T18:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:50:48.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xenia (Show Some Hospitality Please)'/><title type='text'>Xenia (Show Some Hospitality Please)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Alphabe-Thursday and the letter today is&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Y_onQszdfI/ToOrNHTnavI/AAAAAAAABZk/Kk9Vhm3jaeY/s1600/Decorative+letter+X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Y_onQszdfI/ToOrNHTnavI/AAAAAAAABZk/Kk9Vhm3jaeY/s1600/Decorative+letter+X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For today's word I've chosen xenia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDpEqi0HbFA/ToOv_ZXLFxI/AAAAAAAABZs/b6tpi13Qnbk/s1600/633413615688950000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDpEqi0HbFA/ToOv_ZXLFxI/AAAAAAAABZs/b6tpi13Qnbk/s320/633413615688950000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenia_(Greek)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xenia (Greek: ξενία, xenía)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is the Greek concept of hospitality, or generosity and courtesy shown to those who are far from home. It is often translated as "guest-friendship" (or "ritualized friendship") because the rituals of hospitality created and expressed a reciprocal relationship between guest and host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xenia consists of three basic rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. The respect from host to guest. The host must be hospitable to the guest and provide them with food and drink and a bath, if required. It is not polite to ask questions until the guest has stated their needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. The respect from guest to host. The guest must be courteous to their host and not be a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. The parting gift (xenion, ξεινήιον) from host to guest. The parting gift is to show the host's honor at receiving the guest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xenia &lt;/i&gt;what an awesome X word, unfortunately people don't celebrate the art of hospitality as was practiced when I was growing up in the sixties. I can remember sitting on my grandmother's front porch and living in the South you didn't meet a stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed kindness to everyone. You practiced&lt;i&gt; xenia.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's society is in a rush, in a big hurry not to slow down. Hospitality is a dying form. With the way the world is today &lt;i&gt;xenia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;needs to be revived. It needs a transfusion....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even in the South hospitality is a dying breed. What ever happen to the Golden Rule? Did we shove it aside to make room for greed and hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xenia (hospitality)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;can be revived with help from several scriptures in the bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Golden Rule: &lt;i&gt;Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Matthew 7:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Mark 12:31 NIV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not forget or neglect or refuse to extend hospitality to strangers [in the brotherhood--being friendly, cordial, and gracious, sharing the comforts of your home and doing your part generously], for through it some have entertained angels without knowing it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Hebrews 13:12 AMP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The list goes on, because the bible is filled with verses on hospitality....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you &amp;nbsp;start you day think about how you want to be treated and how you should treat others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show a lot of&lt;i&gt; xenia&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39fjPqeOqzU/ToOviBM6l0I/AAAAAAAABZo/sGBK_7egtVo/s1600/hospitality_hero-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39fjPqeOqzU/ToOviBM6l0I/AAAAAAAABZo/sGBK_7egtVo/s1600/hospitality_hero-image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to stop by &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/09/alphabe-thursdays-letter-x.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this week and so some hospitality to all the great bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-4839496412173352308?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/4839496412173352308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/xenia-show-some-hospitality-please.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4839496412173352308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/4839496412173352308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/xenia-show-some-hospitality-please.html' title='Xenia (Show Some Hospitality Please)'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Y_onQszdfI/ToOrNHTnavI/AAAAAAAABZk/Kk9Vhm3jaeY/s72-c/Decorative+letter+X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-8625918336728170686</id><published>2011-09-28T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:54:16.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship Wednesday: Interior Design'/><title type='text'>Worship Wednesday: Interior Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7UZp98qAzw/ToMHH039KpI/AAAAAAAABZQ/1-2NHdeZRbY/s1600/Worship+Wednesday%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7UZp98qAzw/ToMHH039KpI/AAAAAAAABZQ/1-2NHdeZRbY/s320/Worship+Wednesday%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to Worship Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I want to talk about interior design(not your home), but you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmDOPo4jFEw/ToMH1aSZojI/AAAAAAAABZU/9e1hrxRf0h0/s1600/interior-design.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmDOPo4jFEw/ToMH1aSZojI/AAAAAAAABZU/9e1hrxRf0h0/s320/interior-design.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lately my house has been in turmoil and strife...I've found myself at a crossroad and cannot worship the way the Lord wants... I'm in need of a lot of interior design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Growing up I've heard the saying '&lt;i&gt;Say what you mean, mean what you say&lt;/i&gt;' a million times. But sometimes in worship we forget to do that and our interior design falters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;God left us an instruction manual. He left us the bible. The bible gives detailed instruction on how our interior design should be built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In that day I will restore David's fallen shelter – I will repair its broken walls and restore its ruins – and will rebuild it as it used to be&lt;/i&gt;," &amp;nbsp;Amos 9:11 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The bricks have fallen down, but we will rebuild with dressed stone; the fig trees have been felled, but we will replace them with cedars. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Isaiah 9:10 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.&lt;/i&gt; I Thessalonian &amp;nbsp;5:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as a wise builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one should build with care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I Corinthians 3:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible is filled with many interior design plans, all you have to do is open it and read what great plans the Lord has for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when you open your bible and worship:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Say what you mean, mean what you say&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; and get a new interior design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9rocyEm_rw/ToMYvY5ZwtI/AAAAAAAABZY/YT_GYHxuEnI/s1600/instruction_manual_holy_bible_poster-p228606578159846677t5wm_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9rocyEm_rw/ToMYvY5ZwtI/AAAAAAAABZY/YT_GYHxuEnI/s320/instruction_manual_holy_bible_poster-p228606578159846677t5wm_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't forget to link up your Worship Wednesday post in the comment section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131430776559812078-8625918336728170686?l=debragrayelliott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/feeds/8625918336728170686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/worship-wednesday-interior-design.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8625918336728170686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131430776559812078/posts/default/8625918336728170686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/worship-wednesday-interior-design.html' title='Worship Wednesday: Interior Design'/><author><name>Debra Ann Elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13836657468924341727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwkzNQdKHAg/TVXnNrOh4RI/AAAAAAAAATs/eQGQ0Pc0Uu8/s220/oie_29175865qwfwu19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7UZp98qAzw/ToMHH039KpI/AAAAAAAABZQ/1-2NHdeZRbY/s72-c/Worship+Wednesday%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131430776559812078.post-6355140958220684497</id><published>2011-09-23T22:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:13:53.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indie Ink Challenge-The Guardian: Alice Returns'/><title type='text'>The Guardian: Alice Returns</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.indieink.org/contact/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indie Ink Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came from &lt;a href="http://3to9travels.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy LaBonte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who gave me this prompt:[The alien implant made me do it.] I challenged &lt;a href="http://apicesdelavida.wordpress.com//"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reinaldo Martinez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the prompt:[Describe your life as a homeless person.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For my challenge this week I am continuing with the story of &amp;nbsp;The Guardian. In this segment Alice/Dorothy returns. To read the 1st part go here : &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/2011/09/guardianindie-ink-writing-challenge.html"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice Returns&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDnDf3sn8fA/Tn1JlvLSL2I/AAAAAAAABYM/t00qg-3VACo/s1600/200_2-octopus-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDnDf3sn8fA/Tn1JlvLSL2I/AAAAAAAABYM/t00qg-3VACo/s320/200_2-octopus-man.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The buzzing grew louder. It felt like a colony of bees had invaded my head. Before I could run,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;eight thick tentacles started to pull at me. They tried to pull my limp body in four different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;    “Stop! “I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not Alice.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Of course you are,” one of the octopus-like men spoke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I'm not! I'm not! My name is Dorothy.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My skin started to tingle. I was on fire. The air around me filled with thick, black smoke. I couldn't  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;breathe. I gasped for air.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I wanted to go home, but the strange creatures said I was home. How could this be home?  I tried  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;to remember what had happened. My brain was scrambled and I was lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lost in a strange world filled with strange creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Come Alice, we must leave here. It's not safe. They will find us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“They. Who's they?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Silence Alice!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I didn't want to go with these creatures, but I didn't want to stay where I was either.  I searched for  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;the map and box, but couldn't find them. They were gone. The fear inside my body jumped into my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;throat. I failed. I couldn't protect the objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The blue lights and sirens got closer. I closed my eyes. Maybe it was all a dream and the octopus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;men would go away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“You there.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Blue lights were shining in my face. I couldn't see anything, but bright light. Where were the  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;octopus men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Something sharp and pointed poked my side. “I said, you there. Who are you and how did you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="mar
