<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:29.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckers of the Future</title><subtitle type='html'>"In my field of paper flowers, And candy clouds of lullaby, I lie inside myself for hours, And watch my purple sky fly over me!!" 
--Evenesence</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-115142811300376999</id><published>2006-06-27T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:08:33.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you unstable??</title><content type='html'>I think this test is intriguing...I'm unstable... ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #c2cedb; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (16%) very low which suggests you are extremely worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (53%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (46%) medium which suggests you average somewhere in between being assertive and social and being withdrawn and solitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global5.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoid tendencies, irritable, anxious, fidgety,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dependent, worrying, emotionally sensitive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; prone to regret, depressed, second guesses self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; somewhat fragile, dislikes change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;prefers organized to unpredictable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; suspicious, phobic, craves attention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not a risk taker, low self control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; very sensitive to criticism, unadventurous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;does not make friends easily, defensive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;obsessive, low self esteem&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/12005026-115142811300376999?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/115142811300376999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=115142811300376999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/115142811300376999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/115142811300376999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-unstable.html' title='Are you unstable??'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-114719654932031275</id><published>2006-05-09T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:43:37.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Greatest Need, Already Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;K, So I was working on my descriptions for products on the web-site at work when I saw this book which got me thinking…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Question:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If God is so amazing, if He really is all that we say and believe that He is, If He really knows what we need and desire (and better than we do), then why is it that WE are to ask Him for those things? Why do we need to ask when He is the kind of Father that gives us all and more than we need? Why ask when in the end God is God and will do as He wills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Answer:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don’t pretend to &lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt; know the answer to this timeless question that most of us have asked on many occasions…but think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the very act of us asking Him &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; the greatest answer to our needs? Like think about this…Maybe what we need most is that NEED to communicate with God. How many of us in all honesty would really speak with God as often if we never needed to ask Him for something. I am beginning to think that He put that in place for us to &lt;i&gt;”ask so that we may receive”&lt;/i&gt; so that we would have a place to build relationship. People don’t just jump into being intimate with God, we need time to get close, feel safe, and know He is really there with us. Well, what better way to do that than to NEED to ask Him for things all the time and then see Him taking care of it in the best way!!? So maybe God set this entire thing up in order to fill our greatest need: &lt;u&gt;Relationship and Intimacy with Him.&lt;/u&gt; This very NEED causes us to be real and honest with God about where we are lacking, where our heart is, and how we are REALLY living; Basically allowing Him to see the Real Us even when no-one else does. This NEED to communicate with God is a basis for all of the Heart connection that goes on throughout the journey of our lives. Eventually we no longer fear asking Him (or fear forgetting to ask), and it just comes out naturally throughout the coarse of our day in being so close to Him that we just speak and relate all day and all night Spirit-to-Spirit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So this is my&lt;i&gt; "Oh So Great"&lt;/i&gt; Revelation for the day… This is how HE REALLY cares for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-114719654932031275?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/114719654932031275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=114719654932031275&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/114719654932031275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/114719654932031275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-greatest-need-already-met.html' title='Our Greatest Need, Already Met'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-114495774420062237</id><published>2006-04-13T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:50:03.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Grannie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/731/997/1600/Grannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/731/997/320/Grannie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is my Grannie!! (Pearl Webster, 84) She past away last friday. So life has been difficult lately. I went to the funeral dispite what i felt led to do...but i did it mearly to honour my parents there. That's not to try to promote me as a selfless honouring daughter...meerly to state that i didn't want to be there. I was in the middle of writing my Grannie a leter when she left us. I had been working on it for a year. There were many hours that went into it...and i never got to send it to her! I used to be very close to my Grannie, but in the last few years i've gotten so busy, and so phocused on finding me...i lost track of the other people who are a huge part of who i am today. &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for that Grannie.&lt;/em&gt; I wanted to spend all day yesturday at a park just trying to finish that letter and tell her everything that i remember about us together... I still want to do it, and i pray I'll still get that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grannie was the kind of person who appreciated everyone. She loved so deeply. She even cared enough for the animals to make sandwiches and then feed them to the birds. She was never without a cat, and she was always there to help even the chipmunks find their dinner. She always had pickles!! and OLIVES!!! one thing which has become a great passion in the food category for me. She did puzzles and crafts with me since i can remember. She didn't like her nose, but loved mine...funny thing is, they are the same. I see alot of her in my life, and i see alot in her that I want to be. I loved my Grannie!! I miss her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-114495774420062237?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.barclayfuneralhome.com/listingview.php?listingID=486' title='My Dearest Grannie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/114495774420062237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=114495774420062237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/114495774420062237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/114495774420062237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dearest-grannie.html' title='My Dearest Grannie'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-114252446342480550</id><published>2006-03-16T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:36:46.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apearing Heaven(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#80005e;"&gt;K, so it seems I have come to love the mall...alot! i am not entirely sure how that happened, but I have been many times since my last post. And...funny enough, it seems to include work people &lt;strong&gt;all the time!&lt;/strong&gt; I thought I was so over that stage of boredom...but now, I think i like it!&lt;br /&gt;I work,&lt;br /&gt;___I baby-sit Lillee,&lt;br /&gt;______I stay home,&lt;br /&gt;_________I go out to eat,&lt;br /&gt;____________I hang out at work on my time off,&lt;br /&gt;...or... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I go to the Mall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80005e;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I went with Dallas and Lyla not so recently...so Dal could get a shirt for grad...and for the day he was going to talk to his now "hot Lady friend" and propose their future as a couple (of cuties)! That was a quickie one, and yet, seemed we were there for longer than either of them wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80005e;"&gt;A few weeks ago I came in to work...on my day off no less...and I decided i was desiring some "pick-me-up." So, YES, I went to the mall again! This time with Liz...we bought shoes!!! And they are hot ones...I will put in pictures &lt;a href="http://fsinfo.cs.uni-sb.de/~hirvi/detebe/not-yet.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fsinfo.cs.uni-sb.de/~hirvi/detebe/not-yet.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and maybe even &lt;a href="http://fsinfo.cs.uni-sb.de/~hirvi/detebe/not-yet.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! And I got 4 pairs of really cool runners...my fave kind! But, Liz got me two pairs and i got me the other 2. See, the thing is you can mix and match them. I wear them off set most of the time!! and i love them. Liz got hot shoes too,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/990/1600/purple%20shoes2%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;them &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5833/990/1600/pink%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last night i went to the Mall with Lyla and her niece, Cherish, who is 20 and extremely cool! I totally love her, and we totally connect...at least i think we do! I loved it...the best so far! We went all over the Mall, and we totally had much convo that i loved and we ate and we tried on much clothes...mostly jackets and jeans...and some swim wear was modelled. I had the bestest of times! I got jeans...a pick will be shown&lt;a href="http://fsinfo.cs.uni-sb.de/~hirvi/detebe/not-yet.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and maybe &lt;a href="http://fsinfo.cs.uni-sb.de/~hirvi/detebe/not"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Cherish got a bunch of needed stuff for her life here in the big T.O. and the legendary S.O.M.!! So, I totally know that need to prepare!! and splurge a bit too! Lyla got her Yogen Fruiz...which was much needed as it would seem! And, I found a love in my heart for these two awesome peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80005e;"&gt;in conclusion i think I am beginning to love the mall...or maybe i'm just having no life. If you look at it this way: I work A LOT, I hang at work when I'm board, I only seem to go out with my co-workers when they are off, I sit around them when they are not, I spend 4 hours at one time going to a mall to watch my boss' niece buy stuff...YET... I could just be totally content in my position in life. If you look at it this way: Work isn't really work because i love to be there, I get to spend all day with my favourite people to spend time with, and I can find total joy and excitement in the middle of doing something that has nothing to do with me and spend very little money on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just love it!!! The Mall, the People, the Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;o) B1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-114252446342480550?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/114252446342480550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=114252446342480550&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/114252446342480550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/114252446342480550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-apearing-heavens.html' title='My Apearing Heaven(s)'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-113885464862073757</id><published>2006-02-01T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:36:57.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mounting Everest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#115669;"&gt;K, so I wrote this nice little poem for Y'all about my job!!! This depicts...as in draws a pictured illustration of this year in the life of the Resource Centre and not so honoured guests...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#115669;"&gt;Mounting Everest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#116699;"&gt;There once was a mount named Everest&lt;br /&gt;We thought there was none the Betterest&lt;br /&gt;Till on day when we looked close upon it&lt;br /&gt;And discovered maybe we can't make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed more like Tetris we're Playing&lt;br /&gt;With bricks for laying we start our praying&lt;br /&gt;And never to stop we try making it fit&lt;br /&gt;'It Can't' we all try and avoid to admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way up this mountain we've built&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a Duvet it's a Patchwork Quilt&lt;br /&gt;But we'll trek on ahead on the slippery slope&lt;br /&gt;For a Quarter of a Million we really must Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mount is called Everest and remaining today&lt;br /&gt;Are the hearts holding on all through the delay&lt;br /&gt;Each step we get closer to the end that is nigh&lt;br /&gt;As we follow the bright light we Wave our Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-113885464862073757?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113885464862073757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=113885464862073757&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/113885464862073757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/113885464862073757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2006/02/mounting-everest.html' title='Mounting Everest'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-113754962491191881</id><published>2006-01-17T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:38:15.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AEROport Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K, so today our &lt;a href="http://bb.bebo.com/bb/large/2005082100/5095047a14023022b251735694l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is back together in all Fullness!!!&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know Laura Thomas has rejoined the life of Toronto. FOR GOOD!!! ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were going to the airport to pick her up...we got very confused...ended up then down...then over and under and back up!! ? Do I make sense? &lt;em&gt;NO!&lt;/em&gt; K, stop talking to yourself...&lt;em&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so we awaited the arrival from a balcony...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so she couldn't see us right away!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She came out all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; as usual!! Our hearts jumped...hers dropped...cuz she didn't see us!&lt;a href="http://dustyfizz.com/Austria/austria2000/DSCN4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; She wandered and went to sit down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Just as she was nearing a seat we started to cough...then got louder...louder...&lt;a href="http://www.xeni.net/images/boingboing/sars/kenn/SARS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyone?? NO! She looked up and screamed...not a blood curdling...just an AHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran and screamed our way down the escalator...when we reached the bottom she was just...without her baggage...prophetic?? Or not... (Just after the warning infomercial said...Do not leave your bags unattended" hehe) &lt;a href="http://de9.ime.eb.br/~lpsanchez/mine/409578.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COULD SHE BE? We pondered...then a sudden jump and HA! Omitted from in front of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA!!! We hugged, we jumped we sang and ate chocolate....thanks to Ventura! (&lt;a href="http://www.tombofthemutilated.net/Links/AceVentura/Ace-Ventura-Wallpaper-800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not ACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love this day!! The joy the fright and the near death experiences...did I mention we almost died....NO? Well I shall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were carrying the rather large bag on a BROKEN cart on the moving sidewalk. Then the cart STOPPED!!! It would go off of the end. To avoid collision I began to walk backwards...&lt;em&gt;AAAAAHHH &lt;/em&gt;came from BV's mouth. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Help me get it off!"&lt;/span&gt; so we pushed and shoved &lt;em&gt;while walking backwards&lt;/em&gt;...finally got it off and decided for our own safety we would just carry it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; drove back to the church to see Lyla and get back to work for&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ab.bebo.com/ab/large/2005060918/13947895a9634765b583548245l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went on many wrong turns and pulled some U-ees and also ended up inside the Woodbine Race Tracks...? &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bb.bebo.com/bb/large/2005082100/5095047a14023024b596275239l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don' ask....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;we got there after over a half our....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's only a 5 min distance by tha way)&lt;/span&gt; and we ran in out of the rain and rejoiced our triumphs there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, and God said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-113754962491191881?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nestle.ca/en/Products/Browse_by_Category/Chocolates/aero_milk.htm?view=BrandView' title='AEROport Delight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113754962491191881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=113754962491191881&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/113754962491191881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/113754962491191881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2006/01/aeroport-delight.html' title='AEROport Delight'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-113115688638303466</id><published>2005-12-01T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:36:53.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Big Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;How did we get from saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;‘I love you’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;to ‘I’ll see you around someday’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;Well...enough said??? Maybe...there have been many changes in my family...and many are just not anymore...and in mine...WHAT? anyways...Sometimes songs make me think. This ones seems to do that alot! so...listen to it sometime. It is by great big sea. and i think they rock...and roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Love you all...and I'll write again soon...I HOPE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;You can blame Lyla (my lovely boss) &lt;em&gt;for over working my to the point where I'm not into looking at computers after work&lt;/em&gt; for my lack of postings... Or not...ACTUALLY I love my job!! and I love working as much as i do...but I don't like spending my only time at home on a box...I'm more into my Lillee!! Cuz I love her!! So you can blame her...no actually you can blame God for making her so CUTE...and captivating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyways...keep on licking frozen poles...no WAIT...don't do that!!&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/12005026-113115688638303466?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/113115688638303466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=113115688638303466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/113115688638303466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/113115688638303466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-big-sea.html' title='Great Big Sea'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-112882002720783026</id><published>2005-10-08T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:42:21.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Talky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So What if it's been &lt;strong&gt;forEVER&lt;/strong&gt; since i wrote in this thing that i loath...k, not loath, but used to. What? I don't get it either...trust me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K, so i don't garuntee there is much interesting things to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I moved into my new house in Brampton. I love it, my room has barely been touched as of yet...but the rest of the house is looking great! I guess my room is kinda last proirity...but for those of you who endured my last room experience it will not take a year...and NO I"m not using 1 tiny paint brush to do the whole thing...just doing large square with a roller on two walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My Niece is now in my parents custody...so yes we have a baby...but hopefully she will be with her parents again soon. But, for now I"m simply getting used to the sounds of the cutest child in the world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lillee (Niece) can now say, and I quote, "HI!" but only if someone, like me, comes in the room overly excited, as i normally do, and says &lt;strong&gt;"HI" &lt;/strong&gt;to her first. But, she so knows what she is saying...unlike when she says "I love you" all cutely...she doesn't get it yet, but she will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My sister may not be moving out of the province, and is now sleeping on the floor in my room for a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spent an awesome day with my bestestess in Barrie...have pictures to prove their psychoticness...they will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;added &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuttytv.com/Health_tips/Wrong2/nope.GIF"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/5479/1024/Lillee%20and%203%20Bs%20in%20Barrie%20032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shortly&lt;/span&gt;...or maybe now...you should&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/5479/1024/Lillee%20and%203%20Bs%20in%20Barrie%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/163/5479/1024/Lillee%20and%203%20Bs%20in%20Barrie%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My Job Discription has most recently expaneded...as per normal at the beloved TACF...lots of scanning, editting photos, and data stuff!! I LOVE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy's makes these Hot Raspberry Smoothie drinks...and I really wasn't sure about them at first...but they are great!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K, so that kinda sums it up...ish. My Dad says my genereation is weird and uses Ish as though it is a complete sentance. He believes it has taken place of the old fad...&lt;em&gt;What&lt;strong&gt;EVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-112882002720783026?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/112882002720783026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=112882002720783026&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112882002720783026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112882002720783026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-no-talky.html' title='Long Time No Talky?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-112465451012426697</id><published>2005-08-21T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:55:00.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Focused On The Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K, so there I was just in the car listening to whatever my brother had in the CD player, and (to make along story short) I ended up worshipping to an Evanescence song!!! Totally! I was singing from such a deep place...It just seemed so raw, such a real message in her words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share it with you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/nad/gui/speaker.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tourniquet"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;i tried to kill the pain; but only brought more&lt;br /&gt;i lay dying ; and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming&lt;br /&gt;am i too lost to be saved; am i too lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;my God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;return to me salvation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember me; lost for so long&lt;br /&gt;will you be on the other side; or will you forget me&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming&lt;br /&gt;am i too lost to be saved; am i too lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;return to me salvation (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;return to me salvation (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wounds cry for the grave&lt;br /&gt;my soul cries for deliverance&lt;br /&gt;will i be denied Christ&lt;br /&gt;tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;my suicide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, after reading it can you see how real she is...Sure she may not have it all RIGHT, but who does? And Christ is our REAL suicide...We are to sacrifice ourselves so he might live in us!! &lt;em&gt;The revelation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this thing by Moby the other day and he was saying that he doesn't understand how anyone can &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; be confident in their salvation...To the extent that we are to be working it out everyday according to Christ. I think he is right...I choose to believe that i am saved under the blood and love of our Lord, but also I always wonder what will judgment day bring. I know I don't live fully for him, I still do love the world. And I hate that fact, but I have to be real about it. And just trust that he is more focused on my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the thinking about stuff has arrived!!! And Evanescence is more anointed then perceived!! I was so having a Spirit-to-Spirit with God during that song!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-112465451012426697?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/store/artist/album/0,,2514167,00.html' title='Focused On The Heart?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/112465451012426697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=112465451012426697&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112465451012426697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112465451012426697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/08/focused-on-heart.html' title='Focused On The Heart?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-112337387528093417</id><published>2005-08-06T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:21:15.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#a30052;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I've learned something recently...Sometimes when things are weighing down on your heart...even good things you just need to speak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some things on my heart for a long time, and recently i decided i just needed to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;speak now or forever hold my piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spoke&lt;/span&gt;, and things are looking up. It took months for me to do it, and boy was that tough...it was weighing so hard on me, but i did it. I spoke. And now i know where things are at. &lt;em&gt;Communication Baby...&lt;/em&gt;it can be a VERY good thing. It gets us to where we need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here to thank God for the ability to speak...how much would life be hard if i couldn't speak. And sometimes i feel like I'll never get it out, but I'm always relieved when i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPEAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my two cents...if something is weighing on your heart then just go ahead and say it out loud...to God, to a friend or to the person who needs to know! My ears are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; always here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-112337387528093417?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/112337387528093417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=112337387528093417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112337387528093417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112337387528093417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/08/speak-now.html' title='Speak now...'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-112277469353132544</id><published>2005-07-30T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:54:20.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot dogs @ IKEA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/23117_PE091046_S3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/23117_PE091046_S3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET ONE NOW!!!!...I did!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K, so my parents and I are moving to a new house!! We are going to live in Brampton in the "G" section...Queen(Hwy 7) and Torbram. Should be cool, it's close to the big city center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I bought this new bed for my new very small room! I love IKEA...especially the hot dogs at the end...and the bottomless pop! Storage in bed is good since my room is like 10'x13' so it's like half the size of my old room. And my parents have to move a three floor house with lots of storage to a one floor with no storage. So we are all making tons of sacrifices!!! Well actually we are all getting rid of all the stuff we don't need, but also some of the stuff that is still close to our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good for my parents to have a house they can afford and also take care of. It will make it much easier on me when I eventually leave their covering and head out on my own...in due time...in due time!! But for now i have the pleasure of helping them settle into a nice place and i get to bless them with all i can!!! I love them, after all they have cared for me longer than any othe human beings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas is my conscience, and he is desirring to be known by the outer world!!! So I'm going to allow you all to hear what he has to bring to your lives...if you let it, it will change you! "You all need to invest in an algae model!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-112277469353132544?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ikea.com/ms/en_CA/about_ikea/store_experience/restaurant.html' title='Hot dogs @ IKEA!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/112277469353132544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=112277469353132544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112277469353132544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/112277469353132544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-dogs-ikea.html' title='Hot dogs @ IKEA!!!'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111983400787647647</id><published>2005-07-26T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:34:24.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Jump or to Skunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;K, so this may not be the newest of news, but it is still there. what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/320/Baby%20Bunny%20June%2023%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/200/Baby%20Bunny%20June%2023%202005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/320/Baby%20Bunny%20June%2023%202005%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/200/Baby%20Bunny%20June%2023%202005%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think that i must live in the wilderness house of Thornhill!! I was out with my parents in late June gardening and such...when we found a familly of rabbits living in our front garden. To this day we still see them on our yard and the mommy just sits and stares at us every time we go in or out...&lt;em&gt;freakish!!&lt;/em&gt; But the babbies are so cute!!! Bunnies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also the next day my mom and i went for a late night stroll down our street. It was quite enjoyable untill I suddenly freaked...very quitly i might add. I stopped and also stopped my mom because there was a very cautious skunk standing 4ish yards from us. &lt;em&gt;measuring yards, not houses. &lt;/em&gt;We snuck onto the yard we were next to and cut accross near the doors of the last 5 remaining houses and snuck into ours quickly. YUCK!!!! And a few days later my brothers dog got spraid by it in our yard...stinking up the house? YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; WIDTH: 153px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid; HEIGHT: 127px" height="130" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/200/Tim%20n%20snake%20June%2026%202005.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="77" src="http://www.mcwetboy.com/articles/images/2snakes1.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Also My Brother Tim got a snake...a not so nice kind!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is a Milk snake...anywho we looked at it for a while and such, but then it got loose after a few days and now it lives under our front steps!! Dude, Kinda Weird, and it definately still lives there. Tim wants it back, I just don't want it at the front door!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So yes, bunnies, skunks, and snakes all in my yard!!! I'm gonna miss this house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111983400787647647?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111983400787647647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111983400787647647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111983400787647647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111983400787647647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-jump-or-to-skunk.html' title='To Jump or to Skunk'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111966110210429245</id><published>2005-06-24T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:59:53.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Turkeys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;Well, as some of you know I spent a week out at the wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northerndutchess.com/postcards/rw-clermont-horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Critchley Ranch-ishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#007ba1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; times had by all! Some would disagree though...Like the lovely Dawn, (Bethany's momie) who was convinced I must have been bored out of my mind! Seeing as Bethany worked until 4 every day. But I quite enjoyed the tranquil feeling of the wilderness and looking at the horses, &lt;em&gt;and no brothers bothering with their friends I might add.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;Now I must admit it was very wet almost all week...in fact there was a tornado warning!! COOL, eh? I loved it... ... ...to the point where I actually went for a 5 hour walk in the pouring rain one afternoon!! I was going to walk to where Bethany worked in &lt;a href="http://mq-mapgend.websys.aol.com/?e=9&amp;GetMapDirect=Gme5diw%2ca%3a9u12%3b%40%245q%2dtsgy72%26%3dtw%21rtw567%3ag%2drxu48s%26w%40wu0ta0%408ala%24n9r7%7c9%4022u6%2a%3al6t5%26%40%24%3a%26wr%260472u6%24%2e0f%40ghf12u%40%24%3a9w72%210%2a%3agz7n%26%40"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;midland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from where she lives in &lt;a href="http://mq-mapgend.websys.aol.com/?e=9&amp;amp;GetMapDirect=Gme5diw%2ca%3a9u12%3b%40%245q%2dts0w72%26%3dtw%21f7wu67%3ag%2drxu48s%26w%40wu0ta0%40b2562%3a9uy2%3bu%24nu67%7c%26a7aq%40%24%3a%26%40r5%21z82u67%3a%29z1%265f1wu6%24%3a%26ur2u%2da%7c%26yt29%40%24"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Penetang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I missed the turn and walked an hour and a half past it and decided to just walk back because I didn't recognize anything anymore.... There were these guys in a closed in patio that watched me walk past them and then when I got back to their house over 3 hours later they got all excited and all waved at me!! Wow, country folk...not much else for them to do I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;I visited Bethany at &lt;a href="http://havraise.free.fr/covers/subway-divx-front_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a couple of times because Dawn was going into town and couldn't stand watching me just sit there anymore. So she dropped me off.... Yes, the peeps there are entertaining...Oh Greg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;One of the days I spent 6 hours &lt;a href="http://ab.bebo.com/ab/large/2005030722/5095047a2612419b195389416l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;twisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my hair while watching X-Men 1 and 2.... It took a while, but looks cool. I feel like Avril with the living in the country and a zillion braids (or twists) cuz there's nothin else better to do anyways...and We played much &lt;a href="http://www.bggfiles.com/bggimages/pic28534.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Crack The Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stuff too while i was there!! One of the only games I actually play... I love the mystery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007ba1;"&gt;It was great and on the way home from their place Bethany suddenly yelled out in the van, &lt;strong&gt;"WILD TURKEYS!!"&lt;/strong&gt; I looked and lo and behold the wild turkeys were standing next to the road...Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111966110210429245?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kidzone.ws/animals/turkey.htm' title='Wild Turkeys!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111966110210429245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111966110210429245&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111966110210429245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111966110210429245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/06/wild-turkeys.html' title='Wild Turkeys!!!'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111853473594372825</id><published>2005-06-11T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T11:27:36.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Party it up Like a True Raver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="191" src="http://pics-17.hi5.com/userpics/317/391/39142317.img.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Walk down memory lane!! This is what I was thinking this time-ish last month....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I was called in as usual to help &lt;a href="http://ab.bebo.com/ab/large/2005043007/5095047a6730458b208983615l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my brother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;with the cash at the door of his rave. Well, so I was there and I really do like going to those things...It was called Resurrection. Held by Purple Heaven...well what is left of it. See it seems the owner totally ran off with a crap load of money that was spent on "good tickets" by people trying to get into his party...so after they were all ready to head over for the opening of the venue the owner split!! And they have no clue where he went! So the owners of Nightmare (my big bro &lt;a href="http://ab.bebo.com/ab/large/2005043007/5095047a6730202b926080719l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DJ Unabomber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;included) decided to please the crowds and have a new party in honour of the memories of a beloved company &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(purple heaven that is...for those who are not following my trail)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;...thus named &lt;em&gt;Resurrection Purple Heaven!&lt;/em&gt; And the first hour and a half was totaly &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I didn't realize how much I missed doing that stuff with him!! Now he wants me to start working regularly again because he forgot how nice and relaxing it was to have someone he trusted watching the monies for him!!! Yes, he does trust me...well, more than most anywho. I'm not sure he fully trusts anyone really! But I love him majorly! And I'm so gonna start working at his good ol' Rave Events so much more now!! Yes, it is good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am babbling...but the funny part is that in the midst of all the young peoples that were totally high or drunk...or just happy and psychotic...there was this random OLD couple in the corner of the club who totally paid the money to come in and they were actually trying to have a deep philosophical conversation with their martini's and whatever....so out of place!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Bethany Critch and I were totally watching people dance and this one guy was like jumping on both legs and swinging his arms like he was SKIPPING!!! What the Crap!!! It was so tripped out...and there were many more who clearly couldn't dance...but we love them!!! And not just because we must but because they entertain us too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so this was the fun that occurred...and this one guy totally tried to sit on Bethany's legs so she moved her legs hoping to allow him to sit on the &lt;em&gt;'unoccupied chair'&lt;/em&gt; only to have him look at her and say...and I quote&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..."I don't have STD's, if that's what your wondering! I DON'T!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WTH??&lt;/strong&gt; These people need help! And then when we went to &lt;a href="http://www.coffeetime.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coffee Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for a little late snack that guy was in the bathroom with a few girls...and they asked if we wanted to join them...I kinda told them we'd wait till their done...he decided to mention that they were only peeing! He was so serious too! Messed up my friend, messed up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so this is how THEY party it up...definitely not true ravers...If only they knew that we totally can tell that they don't know what they are doing! It is sad...but they will be fine, &lt;em&gt;now if only I could keep the &lt;strong&gt;Candy Kids &lt;/strong&gt;from trying to put their angel wings, halo's, bracelets, rings, soothers, candy, flowers....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(trail off into deep contemplation)&lt;/span&gt; all over&lt;/em&gt; me and my counter&lt;em&gt;...hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111853473594372825?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111853473594372825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111853473594372825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111853473594372825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111853473594372825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-party-it-up-like-true-raver.html' title='How to Party it up Like a True Raver?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111515378783754052</id><published>2005-06-02T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:11:35.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="514" src="http://www.dzarchive.com/iragination/guest/blondi.jpg" width="447" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three blondes have just finished a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linuxfromscratch.org/blfs/artwork/lfs-puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jigsaw-puzzle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so they decide to celebrate by going out. They walk into a bar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.animationfactory.com/animations/sports/bowling/woman_bowler_jumping_up_and_down/woman_bowler_jumping_up_and_down_lg_wm.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;chanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;, "61 days 61 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The bartender gets curious and walks over to them and asks, "Why are you chanting 61 days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the three answer, "Because the box said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.punchstock.com/image/design_pics/8403407/large/756645.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3-6- years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.nxtelevision.com/albums/album02/DSC00213.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="22" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/wtf.gif" width="15" /&gt;    &lt;img height="22" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/confused.gif" width="15" /&gt;    &lt;img height="22" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/clueless.gif" width="15" /&gt;    &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width="15" /&gt; &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width="15" /&gt;    &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" width="15" /&gt;    &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/whatevah.gif" width="15" /&gt;    &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/pleased.gif" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111515378783754052?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111515378783754052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111515378783754052&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111515378783754052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111515378783754052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/06/puzzle-pieces.html' title='Puzzle Pieces'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111773766578122752</id><published>2005-05-29T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:25:19.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;Well, today I had the joy of being able to take my &lt;a href="http://www.artshole.co.uk/arts/artists/Neda%20Vassileva/Butterfly-lilly.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;little niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to church with me!! &lt;b&gt;It was so freakin exciting!!&lt;/b&gt; I got to totaly take care of her and make all of my friends say hi, and i just totaly loved it!! Sometimes I find that I can't &lt;i&gt;love her any more than i already do&lt;/i&gt;...but then I prove myself wrong... &lt;b&gt;YES...I may be obsessed with my love for her...&lt;/b&gt;but you just try being with her for as long as I am and not falling in love with her! She is so cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/1024/!Lillee%20and%20Aunty%20Becky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/320/%21Lillee%20and%20Aunty%20Becky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;Something to speak of is this: First thing I did was let her sleep for a bit and then I changed her and I fed her and burped her and got her all ready to be very happy...only to have my Daddy come over and use his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boompa&lt;/b&gt; possition&lt;/i&gt; to totaly take her for worship...I was like, &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/bummed.gif" width="15" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude...&lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/bummed.gif" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I totaly just finished getting her totaly content...&lt;/i&gt;and he had her for all of worship...I got her back after she went back to sleep...but, I didn't really mind! I'm thinking it was just &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width="15" /&gt; too cute &lt;img height="15" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width="15" /&gt; to see my Daddy with his little Grandbaby walking and dancing around in &lt;a href="http://www.tacf.org/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;our church service!!&lt;/a&gt; I liked it alot in all honesty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;I just started over again and when she woke up i repeated her &lt;b&gt;rutine&lt;/b&gt; and got her all happy again for the ending of the service...she was jumping and standing and flying...&lt;i&gt;with my help...&lt;/i&gt;but she can do the first two things mostly on her own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;It would be so cool if she could fly wouldn't it? Totally awesome!! Like &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbeebies/storycircle/cbeebiesstories/superbaby/images/1.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...or not! Who knows how my mind works...it's just fun is all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66b8;"&gt;Which??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111773766578122752?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111773766578122752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111773766578122752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111773766578122752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111773766578122752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-time-coming.html' title='First Time Coming...'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111621118582197821</id><published>2005-05-15T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:58:28.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with Dorothy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, we are off to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B00005NMWB.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;...see Y'all on Friday...long drive, too fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Bethany and I can handle the green one...we're tight with the munchkins...so don't worry about us, K? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving alone, and eating much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pocketpcmag.com/_archives/Mar03/images/Mar03_p60_1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;...and drinking much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonicdrivein.com/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Limeaide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;...Gotsta love it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways now we are gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotb.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;15.5 hour drive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; so yes...goodnight to you all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there's no place like home!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111621118582197821?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://seahaas.com/kanscity.wav' title='Off with Dorothy!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111621118582197821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111621118582197821&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111621118582197821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111621118582197821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/off-with-dorothy.html' title='Off with Dorothy!!'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111612285347642550</id><published>2005-05-14T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:14:27.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGO Rules the World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You so need to check this out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005040721/5095047a5151256b230445033l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;LEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; is taking over completely!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005040721/5095047a5151258b809697023l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;LEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...I remember playing with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005040721/5095047a5151260b709588423l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;LEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when I was little!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005040721/5095047a5151259b82528583l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;LEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; uses Imagination...encourage those kids brains to be used well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways...the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; you need to see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is my personal FAVORITE! &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/merchandise/holy_trinity.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;LEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; friend...just think, you can see him there all night long...watching you like a presence that never leaves you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is up with the &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/acts/the_fate_of_judas/ac01_19.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/judges/massacre_at_shechem/jg09_40.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/exodus/the_tenth_plague/ex12_29a.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stuff too??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111612285347642550?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111612285347642550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111612285347642550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111612285347642550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111612285347642550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/lego-rules-world.html' title='LEGO Rules the World!!'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111582815335020166</id><published>2005-05-11T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:33:48.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who did I think I was?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;Do you ever find yourself getting &lt;strong&gt;all ready&lt;/strong&gt; to do something and being &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt; about it...and then &lt;em&gt;all of a sudden&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/Moriko/quizzes/Which%20Incredibles%20Character%20Are%20You?"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;reality steps in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;, and you realize that you can't even do it? Like there is no way you can afford it, or handle it, or even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/deadword/quizzes/What%20obsolete%20skill%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt; realistically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;see yourself going through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the &lt;strong&gt;wonderful things&lt;/strong&gt; that has happened to me yesterday! I was planning this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotb.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;trip to a place i &lt;em&gt;love &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;, but have &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; gotten to go to. Then, I was at cell, and we were doing some of the things that i am going to be doing the whole time I'm away...&lt;strong&gt;I hated it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm just so not into praying for signs and wonders on the streets of TO...I just don't know why, but I'm like bored when it starts...I used to love it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I wanted to leave, and wait 'till they were done and could drive me back...I then began to wonder...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i don't want to be in this for 1 hour then what the heck am i gonna do for 4 days of it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; set back in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who was I thinking I was, that I would still want to be there&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; But, it wasn't my idea, it was&lt;strong&gt; God's&lt;/strong&gt; he clearly spoke to me that I was to drive there this month and that I was to bring art stuff and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;rebuild my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artforgod.ca/Faytene%20KryskÉArt%20Index.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; side all over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So, what the heck was He thinking?&lt;/strong&gt; Who does the think I am...&lt;em&gt;i guess i am who he thinks i am...in reality...but I suppose I'm just not seeing it right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the money, it's growing every day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's costing way more than I was planning for, it's constantly exceeding my posabilities. I have the money, it's just that I'm saiving it for &lt;a href="http://som.tacf.org/som_video/som.asx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next year. if &lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; said go and keeps making things work so it's even possible for me to go, then why isn't He making it so that I can afford it? &lt;em&gt;I just really really would love His help in this right now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It so sucks that I'm not at all excited anymore!! &lt;/strong&gt;It was so cool and then I remembered the real me...&lt;em&gt;I'm still trying to get there with all that is inme, because I really want to be faithful in going where God says when God says&lt;/em&gt;... So I'll keep pressing on.... Even if it sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111582815335020166?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111582815335020166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111582815335020166&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111582815335020166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111582815335020166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-did-i-think-i-was.html' title='Who did I think I was?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111567641457127489</id><published>2005-05-08T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:21:15.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Niece...Lillee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I would just like to Say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2 Month Birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my Niece...and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beckpoulsen.bebo.com/home/PhotoAlbum.jsp?PhotoAlbumId=1844290&amp;Ran=613689263"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; some of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/400/lillee8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with you all!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love her to Many Pieces!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/400/bnw%20lillee3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/400/bnw%20lillee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/400/bnw%20lillee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111567641457127489?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111567641457127489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111567641457127489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111567641457127489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111567641457127489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/beautiful-niecelillee.html' title='Beautiful Niece...Lillee'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111541280762654318</id><published>2005-05-06T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:08:41.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethany on Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I typed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.ca/images?q=bethany&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lr=&amp;cr=countryCA&amp;amp;start=20&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bethany on google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bethacritch.bebo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bethanee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thought I'd find a ton of hot chicks...but this is what came up!! I'm not sure if it is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-blue-elephant.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; elephant or an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hsus.org/press_and_publications/humane_society_magazines_and_newsletters/wild_neighbors_news/volume_3_number_2_spring_2001/welcoming_winged_creatures.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; butterfly!! Do tell what kind of Creature she has become!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bethany.wiseman.ca/SK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh Bethany I lover you muchly!!! Fun times...try searching &lt;a href="http://www.critchley.ca/Images/Planters%20the%20Squirrel.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Critchley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...or great big God!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Who knows what you will find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111541280762654318?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111541280762654318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111541280762654318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111541280762654318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111541280762654318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/bethany-on-google.html' title='Bethany on Google'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111524714133948554</id><published>2005-05-04T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:09:23.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~Unclaimed Fries~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#fd0092;"&gt;Can I just say that I was at church all day today, and was for sure getting &lt;a href="http://www.af.nl/voorraad/massief/zirbenkiefer/plank.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at like 12ish...did some errands for my mommy...then I was sitting at the computer just playing some games when Jan invited me to join them in a &lt;a href="http://www.wendys.com/w-1-0.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to that changed my whole day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...so going &lt;a href="http://hekima.lionking.org/plank/plankdoodle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be an &lt;a href="http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/ShowMainServlet/showid-635/Home_Improvement/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and then Mark orders and gets his extras...i.e. napkins, &lt;a href="http://www.etnetera.cz/etn/public/eb/cd/7/8a/4068_9975_heinz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;katsup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, fork...and 2 straws. As Jan finishes ordering Mark has the two straws balancing behind his ears...Jan really doesn't like it and says there is no way she is going to use that...Mark points out the fact that they are in &lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/50215315/I_shaped_Tetra_Pack_Straws.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;paper wrappers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and Jan precedes to ask me to explain to him just how special and corky she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are having this discussion the &lt;a href="http://www.drycreekrun.com/WENDY%20ACRES.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(lets call her Wendy...I think it is fitting)&lt;/em&gt; has put Jan's fries in a bag and is waiting for the burger...then she begins to get the next person's stuff ready...&lt;em&gt;(our order was to go, and the next guy's was 'for hear') &lt;/em&gt;So Wendy puts the man's fries on his tray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan inquires about her order being ready yet, and Wendy shares the delay of the burger...so Jan &lt;a href="http://www.okaypants.com/drawsandpaints/paints/reach.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out to grab some fries...off the tray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like ahh..."those aren't yours." and Jan's like "what?" and I'm like &lt;a href="http://www.oops.co.at/oops/homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns to the man behind us and says, "I touched your &lt;a href="http://www.impressions.com.my/Waterpark/fries.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just stares at us like we are total freaks and then Wendy &lt;em&gt;(with a similar look)&lt;/em&gt; is like don't worry...and she places the second large fries in Jan's bag...dude I was like "&lt;a href="http://cavycages.com/images/tinainthehay.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hay I'll take 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;." Mark's like "she just put them in your bag..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jan pulls them out and hands them to me...She tells Wendy that she is "so sorry" as she was &lt;a href="http://students.cec.wustl.edu/~naw1/nh/nhgallery/golem_straw_paper.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by and then says "Beck's not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We step out of the doors to be run over by a pack of &lt;a href="http://www.homestead.com/crypticdebris/Mennonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mennonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; people and then we get in the car as Jan discusses how it isn't fair that the guys look the same as us, but the woman all have to wear the ugly clothes..."just keep those woman down!!" as she is disgusted with it's unfairness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all get WAY distracted by a van COVERED in &lt;a href="http://www.skulpt.com/storage/stockphotos/ob_pennies.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pennies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean covered...half of it was turning green with the copper rust!! It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jan for the unclaimed fries...they were &lt;a href="http://www.drbunn.com/composite.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;filling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111524714133948554?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111524714133948554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111524714133948554&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111524714133948554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111524714133948554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/unclaimed-fries.html' title='~Unclaimed Fries~'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111515365804138868</id><published>2005-05-03T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:54:18.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Prepare Chicken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#772c8a;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A waiter asks a man, &lt;strong&gt;“May I take your order, sir?” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Yes,”&lt;/strong&gt; the man replies. &lt;strong&gt;“I’m just wondering, exactly how do you prepare your chickens?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Nothing special, sir. We just tell them straight out that they’re going to die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111515365804138868?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111515365804138868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111515365804138868&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111515365804138868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111515365804138868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-prepare-chicken.html' title='How To Prepare Chicken...'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111495597871052000</id><published>2005-05-01T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:52:07.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you picking up what I'm putting down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;So, there is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://csi.ubi.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt; that I am passionate about, and the most incredible thing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Warrick...who is usually not that interesting...said a most perfect line, which should have been said by Gil Grissom, because he says most of the good&lt;em&gt;..."or bad"&lt;/em&gt;...lines!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways, there we were (bethany of the critchley origin and myself) in my room in the dark, as we like it to be for the bestest of shows, at like 1:30 am...engrossed by the show. The new episode! (beth was taken by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csi-forum.de/bilder/forum/upload/1087145289Harrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;greg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;, and I just love to watch&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gdrsite.altervista.org/immagini/post-233992-1095969161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;!! we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paginas.terra.com.br/arte/arquivomorto/csi/cartoes/cartao%20CWGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love them both &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;though, don't get me wrong...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;When out of nowhere Warrick was going nuts with his overwhelming speach to greg about all the things he is doing wrong and how he should be more organized like warrick is when the most brilliant of sentances came out of his mouth&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...."Are you picking up what I'm putting down?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I imidiately turned to bethany and said i was so going to steal that phrase and blog about it...then she decided it was to be a race and she was going to get to it first...but clearly, She was wrong!!...&lt;em&gt;"or was she wronged?"&lt;/em&gt; as Grissom would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111495597871052000?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111495597871052000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111495597871052000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111495597871052000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111495597871052000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/05/are-you-picking-up-what-im-putting.html' title='Are you picking up what I&apos;m putting down?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111490902695926008</id><published>2005-04-30T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:58:51.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you made of ?</title><content type='html'>What is the original design and outline of you? The DNA, the graph that first appeared in God's mind before you were born...so sappy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 437px" height="858" src="http://www.rooster13.plus.com/model.jpg" width="710" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111490902695926008?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111490902695926008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111490902695926008&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111490902695926008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111490902695926008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-are-you-made-of.html' title='What are you made of ?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111474298709055699</id><published>2005-04-28T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:18:58.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Can Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;†&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111474298709055699?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111474298709055699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111474298709055699&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111474298709055699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111474298709055699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/04/look-what-i-can-do.html' title='Look What I Can Do...'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111465887600061862</id><published>2005-04-27T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:27:41.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONIONS!!...What else has Layers?? WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popularschool.org/community/emoticons/emoticons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A wedding cake has many layers, right? at least most do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when a couple get married they are supposed to have the top layer made of a Friut Cake type recipee...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are to take the WHOLE top layer off of the cake and then they feeze it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no idea where this is going: GUESS WHAT THEY DO NEXT?? They Take it out and thaw it on their 1st anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT?? That is correct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "THEY EAT IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One year old cake that never tasted good in the first place. They defile their First Anniversary (Which you only get to have ONCE, i might add) with a psych..and twisted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourmarriage.com/html/discovering_the_past.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; richual (probably satanic...or superstitious anyways) that is gross and means nothing to them in the first place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; worth it, in my oppinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding cake is going to be cupcakes made by children...or a fancy DELISIOUS large one...or mabe it will be like 20 different kinds that you pick from...or better yet...POT-LUCK DESSERTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares... just no old fruit cake crap that i use as a freezer block for 365 most wonderful days of my life, only to be ruined by the awefull idea that was probably meant for insurance that you would at least have a dessert that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moon.yerphi.am/~susanna/hakob/hakob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(barefoot and prego in the kitchen) didn't need to slave over all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, no one-tenth of a decade old excuse for food for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&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/12005026-111465887600061862?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111465887600061862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111465887600061862&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111465887600061862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111465887600061862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/04/onionswhat-else-has-layers-why.html' title='ONIONS!!...What else has Layers?? WHY?'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111427352923719040</id><published>2005-04-23T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:16:58.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$$ If you've got the Moola $$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much do I hate money? Well, that is a question of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;amp;q=infinite"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un-ending &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;response!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this lovely world we are controlled by a thing we know and the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.velvetelvis.com/visual/retro_art/cashregister.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cha-ching$??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But, what is up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so my parents are incredible people who have been faithful to God and His calls for them as long as I've been alive!! And yet they find themselves in thousands...I'm talking like over 30,000 $Dollars$ in debt. And that is only our bills and taxes!! What is up with that? And this woman that I have known most of my life, who uses her money for things like excessive shopping, and things like lottery tickets and whatever!! And she is continually getting promotions and bonuses and all sorts of financial blessings!! And then there are the people who are missionaries, and they actually do get the money that they need from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parents became missionaries in 1998, and we came here to Toronto to work at the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scottmission.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; downtown, and we did. Much has happened since then and they have been so faithful...I've seen it, and yet we can't afford our house, car, gas, electricity, phone, heat, or food. I felt God telling me to start tithing to my parents last month because of how much they have poured into me, and I knew he wanted me to give it to them in Gift cards for the Superstore around the corner from our house. This week I found out that they have so little money that they couldn't afford to buy food, I then realized why God had been directing me in that direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't for people to feel sorry for me, or for them to think we are in the poor category...we aren't! We have a beautiful house in a nice neighbourhood, and a good car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pb.combatwombat.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...etc...etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. This is just to comment on the fact that I would think that I do not deserve the good prosperity that I have as much as they do, and yet I am the one who has it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is up with money? Why do some get it and others not? Why is it so stressful when you are running out? How are we supposed to account for the old retired people who are on fixed pensions when the cost of living goes up every year? It's not like their costs go down, it's the opposite!! With all the medical and house care they need their costs go up and so does the cost of those costs, and yet the check that comes in the mail for them is fixed and never changes!! Aren't we supposed to care for our elders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously just want to comment that I hate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdnpapermoney.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, and that we can never escape the needing of it!! We will always need it, and will always be bound by that need in order to survive, but that is what sucks the most! That even though we kno it is ruling over us, we cannot leave it in the dust...unless we are simply walking in the wilderness and fending for ourselves on an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gilligansisle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; or something...but even then, I'm not sure there would be enough dust...unless there is a chunk of desert there and you have money on one side and then you begin to run really really fast...then it might work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...this is just a ...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;rambling...&lt;/span&gt; of all that's in my head...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.javaonthebrain.com/java/mastermind/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MASTER MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;:o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111427352923719040?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111427352923719040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111427352923719040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111427352923719040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111427352923719040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-youve-got-moola.html' title='$$ If you&apos;ve got the Moola $$'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111301257011209523</id><published>2005-04-08T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:12:40.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a POINT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a point? I really want to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to your blogging or mine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to the yellow traffic light being called Amber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...who is AMBER anyways? The traffic light inventors girlfriend? Long-lost lover...or highschool sweetheart? or maybe a little sister...maybe the&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ideafinder.com/history/inventions/story010.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;inventor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; was a girl in the first place and that IS her name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=weird"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Weird&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...does weird even exist? if everyone is weird(and I'm sure that we have all experienced being called that at least once) then is everyone normal...or is what we think is normal actually the weird thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to Rebellion?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...seriously, if you are resisting one normality for another than your not really doing anything different...if you leave one kind of clone(like a parent or leader) for another(like &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;punks, friends, drugs, you pick) then you are still following the crowd...there isn't anything that others haven't already done...and so then are you actually rebelling or are you just switching your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/alias/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;alliances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to my NOT wanting a blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...was there even a reason for my not wanting this in the first place...was there a genuine meaning? Was it just the fact that i was wanting to be unique, and different...to &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Asia/Russia/photo112734.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; the tide...or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhymezone.com/r/rhyme.cgi?Word=flow&amp;org1=syl&amp;amp;org2=l&amp;amp;typeofrhyme=def"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this special word has been brought to you in honour of Bethanee Critchley) ...was i thinking or just not thinking...did i just want to argue?? if you know the answer please comment...or if you think you know that is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to Locking you home...or lack there of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...if you don't lock your home than you are showing you have total faith in God and are taking a step of faith...yet, your not using wisdom...if you do lock it then you are saying you don't fully trust God with your house, or even that all you have is totally His and you are not bound by earthly possessions...yet you are being a good steward of what he has given you charge over...so lock or no lock?? does it even matter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A point to a &lt;a href="http://aa.bebo.com/aa/large/2005030722/5095047a2613774b857211579l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Damb, there is a point, it's the lead...Dang it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Holy Long John Silver &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/~1966/admwest.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she's done!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111301257011209523?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111301257011209523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111301257011209523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111301257011209523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111301257011209523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-there-point.html' title='Is there a POINT??'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111482324919300266</id><published>2005-03-06T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:12:55.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillee Anne Elizabeth Poulsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/163/5479/320/brit_n_lillee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;K, so i must tell you all...or the few who actually read this...that i am a PROUD Auntie!!! That is right. My brother Christian Lee Poulsen has a little beautiful girlie. She was born on Sunday and is slightly larger than 6 lb.s and is slightly longer than 9 in. skinny baby!!! Brittany is the momie, and my parents are now official Nana and Boompa...how cute is that??? I love her even though we haven't met, but we will meet this weekend, and photos will be shown!!!In fact they already are!! And the Name was ispired by my brothers middle name...lee...so she is little lee!! Cute? YUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the story of SUNDAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;I was asleep in my bed, it was just getting light. When suddenly i was abruptly jolted from my sleep at good ol' 7:30 am to the lovely sound of "STINKY!!!" over my bed. It was my second-oldest-brother Chrish yelling out my childhood nickname over my beauty sleep chamber of peace. (Nickname: I smelled like a girl and to the 5 boys that meant i stunk...honestly it is the real reason, after 5 of them they knew what babies smelled like) Next thing i knew...(before i even recognized him) since he doesn't live there anymore...he was throwing $60 on me and telling me in a hyper stressed and confused manner that he is stealing the car and we can take a cab to and from church...remember at this point i didn't even know who he was...I was like, "What???" So he said it again. And then he took off out of my room in a frenzy saying, "Brittany is in labour!" By then i knew what was happening i was so dazed and only knew one thing, 'i need to tell my parents'...I ran to my parents room to tell them and awaken them from a similar state, but in a sweeter more drowsy daughter style. By then he was on his way to Kitchener already to stand by Brittany's side!!! Wow, fun day. We got news around 10ish that she had arrived and he got to help with the delivery and it was a beautiful thing...I loved this news and told everyone i could find that I was officially Auntie Becky!! (only leaving most of them in some confused and weird thoughts of why are you an ant??...or at least Martin Elliott) So cool. My sis and i went shopping for little pink clothes (velvet jogging pants and ruffley hoodies with real pockets, little heart dress and shirts with hearts and soes and stockings and even a little hat...we had lost all sense of rational thinking by this point.) We saw video of her and her parents in the evening after my brother returned the car. My dad drove him back to spend the night with Brit and Lillee. My dad got to spend some time there and said they are a sweet little family! That Chrish is such a dad and he is taking so good care of Brittany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;This is my story...and i hope you've enjoyed it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e2005e;"&gt;I most definitely did...even if i can't spell or think in a straight pattern. I like rabbits and their trails...what??? Your crazy there are no &lt;a href="http://users2.ev1.net/~disneyelvis/Disney/AliceInWonderland.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rabbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111482324919300266?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111482324919300266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111482324919300266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111482324919300266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111482324919300266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/03/lillee-anne-elizabeth-poulsen.html' title='Lillee Anne Elizabeth Poulsen'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005026.post-111522371716931683</id><published>2005-03-01T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:21:57.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mack Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;I need to start off by saying that i feel as though i have just been run over, hit, thrown in the air by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iabg.de/presse/download/bilder/images/A380-Transport-Entladung-4-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;Transport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;(Canada), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corley-design.com/_images/mack_enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;Mac Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;(USofA) or a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lorrydrivertraining.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;Lorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;(Europe)!! I'm sure i also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okiedee.com/Tube-jpgs/OkieDee-Tired%20Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt; it right now. I am dying of tyerdum, this may be a strange write because of it &lt;em&gt;(but yet here i am writing because i have been issued some complaints... Some famous i.e. J-Lo, others not so much, but still dearly loved ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delirious.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;delirious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt; right about know, but still they tell me to work. The point of this entry? To tell you why i am tired and to share some of the weeks adventures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;So to start a week and a half ago it was a Friday &lt;em&gt;(are you following so far? Well, weather or not you remember that, it still was and the fact remains)&lt;/em&gt; anywho, I was kinda sleepy because of a late night of packing after helping Sarah get ready for her trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.honduras.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;Haunduris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;. (spell much?) so there i was hanging out at youth until the Beth v. and i were going to begin a journey to the Critchley Habitation... When youth was completed we ventured out into the cold, only to end up with a hamster on our laps and people to drop off, and a Ventura parents giving us many parental advissions ;o) fun times!! After we brought hammy to her new home and then got stuff and OREO's (even the vanilla gold ones) we were off to Beth C.'s place. Well, can i just say far... next B-1(Beth V) fell asleep (no surprise there) B-2(Beth c) and i stayed up all night and at 4 in the am we woke B-1 up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/Corbis/DGT368/TOE0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;eggs and toast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;which we SLAVED over at 3:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;At 4:44 am we were off on an enthusiastic ride of the road!! Well, we got what we were asking for; by the time about 8 rolled around we had seen a shoe tree, nearly been abducted by a possible lesbo in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariah.stonemarche.org/livhis/peggyo.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;Terra Cotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;, surrounded by construction workers at Marge's Truck Stop, been very lost, almost drove off of a bridge that turned way to fast...and the climax of all climaxes...Hit some train tracks at full speed on the tip of what looked like a tinny hill but turned out to be much larger in percentage and got some wonderful air time with B3 all on the front bench of the old car we drive and we screamed at each&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;other before hitting the ground &lt;em&gt;(it takes 3 sec. for the human mind to react...thus saying we had more than that in air time if we were able to scream...thought? yes)&lt;/em&gt; where we ever so gracefully bottomed out puncturing... &lt;em&gt;(denting and causing minor hole)&lt;/em&gt; in our transmission... and finally all freaked out with much to say about wonderful adventure and it being the most exhilarating moment of our lives and it not being on video, which it should have been, and also us being in the air for so long, and us never being able to top this one ever in our lives!!!! FUN FUN FUN. well, B-2 and i had not slept for so long and we all waited at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midas.com/index2.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;Midas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt; in Guelph (where the guys there all loved us and called us the quartet because we sang the whole time we were there, though there were only 3 of us not four...mechanics! and where the guy who fixed our car stole it and drove away and teased us and made fun of us and we attacked him with snowballs and etc. etc.) for 3 hours for the car to be fixed for $185 (so worth it!!) and we entertained them in our hysterical state and we ended up napping in Godritch (where we got a hotel room...and was near lake heron) for 2 hours and eating pizza and then sleeping for 6 ish hours... and well we went shopping in London and then had lots of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macs.ca/Articles/PS%20Central%20Canada%20(Ontario)_63/TheAniProduct.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt; choco milk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000047;"&gt;and then came home and then slept a few hours on Sunday night and then worked out mon...then WORK for FW05...zzzz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12005026-111522371716931683?l=beckpoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/111522371716931683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12005026&amp;postID=111522371716931683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111522371716931683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12005026/posts/default/111522371716931683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckpoulsen.blogspot.com/2005/03/mack-truck.html' title='Mack Truck'/><author><name>Beckers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393371169100156105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YNPjzIexJI/R-6GFgeKz6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_hEA13iEt8/S220/lillee+n+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
