<?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-19046406</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:48:38.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>set me on fire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116979232755833789</id><published>2007-01-26T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:18:47.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't think many people will read this.  that's okay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't go to sleep.  i got a 16 oz. amp and i drank the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was writing a paper and finally finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...im too awake to go to sleep.hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116979232755833789?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116979232755833789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116979232755833789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116979232755833789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116979232755833789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-think-many-people-will-read.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116344927195795443</id><published>2006-11-13T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:11:03.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Senior Pics Baby*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://warnerphotography.biz"&gt;http://warnerphotography.biz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to online previews...then for the session id type in: Morris6330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make sure the M is capital! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;ps. i don't really like the serious ones. I look like I'm mad. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116344927195795443?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116344927195795443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116344927195795443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116344927195795443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116344927195795443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/11/senior-pics-baby-httpwarnerphotography.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116286001188920826</id><published>2006-11-06T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:40:11.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/DSC01147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/DSC01182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/DSC01182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. girls are the best thing god created for girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..lovebeth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116286001188920826?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116286001188920826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116286001188920826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116286001188920826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116286001188920826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116278922013791636</id><published>2006-11-05T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:00:20.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish it wasn't 12 o'clock and i wish i didn't have homework and i wish life was easier and i wish that i didn't have to go to school and i wish that i wasn't such a procrastinator lately and i wish that weekends wouldn't go by so quickly and i wish that i had a social life and i wish i new what i am going to do with my future and i wish that i would never grow up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high speed internet has changed my life though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116278922013791636?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116278922013791636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116278922013791636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116278922013791636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116278922013791636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wish-it-wasnt-12-oclock-and-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116114407666633149</id><published>2006-10-17T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:01:16.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>homecoming was the best yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but keep reading slash looking at pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116114407666633149?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116114407666633149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116114407666633149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116114407666633149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116114407666633149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/10/homecoming-was-best-yet-but-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116114026393750874</id><published>2006-10-17T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:50:50.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis is over... sad sad face...=::(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture096-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture084.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in unison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah beth... hit the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was right after I played my last match for heritage.  I'd have to say it was the most intense match that i have ever played in my life.  It was against grand blanc : 6-4, 6-4  well maybe not as intense as when that one girl ripped her belly button out of her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after tonight (the banquet) i feel content with how i contibuted.  Im just really sad that it's actually over.  One of my coaches i've been with for 6 years and now i won't ever get the evaluation that i did from him.   And now it's over.  It does not feel like it all.  Im never ever going to have that compitition again.  That is really sad. ugh.  i am going to miss tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can leave with this:&lt;br /&gt;*my record this year was 26 wins and zero loses.&lt;br /&gt;*out of the four years on varsity i had 76 wins and 18 loses.&lt;br /&gt;*out of 312 people that play in saginaw county, i am 5th and the top one from heritage.&lt;br /&gt;*Briean and i made history with being the only undefeated team at heritage.&lt;br /&gt;*i got coaches award and most valuable doubles player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like that says enough.  i literally dropped my jaw when Mr. Quinn said that tonight.  im proud of these accomplishments.  It feels good ot know i left some competition for other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes play.  yeah...i made the play.  she just forgot to put my name on the list. ha.&lt;br /&gt;and i get to read 40 pages of jane eyre tonight. how am i doin'! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116114026393750874?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116114026393750874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116114026393750874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116114026393750874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116114026393750874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/10/tennis-is-over-sad-sad-face.html' title='tennis is over... sad sad face...=::('/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-116044032908808498</id><published>2006-10-09T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:57:35.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? -Oates</title><content type='html'>"She felt her pounding heart. Her hand seemed to enclose it. She thought for the first time in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her, but just a pounding, living thing inside this body that wasn't really hers either." - Joyce Oates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really coincided my beliefs with what kind of things i am assigned in school. I thought this quote was interesting. It's fascinating that God reveals himself through things that i don't exactly love doing (homework). This whole short story that i read was sybolizing how the devil can eat your soul and easily mess with our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that this was all interesting. i liked this assignment. Kind of a weird post. yeah that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-116044032908808498?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/116044032908808498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=116044032908808498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116044032908808498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/116044032908808498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-are-you-going-where-have-you.html' title='Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? -Oates'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115984192603051006</id><published>2006-10-02T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:18:49.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>calculus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Is it weird that my calculus teacher lives 2 houses down from me? But more improtantly that i went down there to ask her questions about our test tomorrow?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ha....oh beth.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115984192603051006?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115984192603051006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115984192603051006&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115984192603051006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115984192603051006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/10/calculus.html' title='calculus.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115958563237488855</id><published>2006-09-29T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:07:12.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you wish you were a senior...(who has josh's ipod)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I promise you.&amp;nbsp; I do have a life.&amp;nbsp; It just seems as though school is my life and only life. But it's not. I can prove it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture145.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i play the jumping game at church.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture152.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and then i teach it to the peer counselors in my hour. But the other counseler lauren (they are both named lauren) didn't want to do it =(&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture172.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i play tennis!&amp;nbsp; see beth play.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture045.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;with briean.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture057.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and i like school functions like penny week.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture179.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and then i go to football games and wear orange so everyone can see me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture124.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;senior year is definitely...da bomb? yeah probably better than that!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115958563237488855?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115958563237488855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115958563237488855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115958563237488855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115958563237488855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-wish-you-were-seniorwho-has-joshs.html' title='you wish you were a senior...(who has josh&apos;s ipod)'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115906290103909085</id><published>2006-09-23T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:55:01.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes up must come down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;the sun will always rise.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture028-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;it will always move.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture048-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and it always sets.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture096.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Ranking this week, i would say it is in the top five for "most draining and horrible weeks of beth morris' life."&amp;nbsp; I don't want to sound like i am incredibly lacking in being positive all of the time, but the truth is im not perfect and i have bad weeks.&lt;BR&gt;so i had one of those experiences where almost everything goes wrong in one day, but all of the days before where helping lead up to "that horrible day."&amp;nbsp;You think that when something bad happens, something else&amp;nbsp;is bound to be better.&amp;nbsp; Well thats true, but i am still waiting for the better part.&lt;BR&gt;today, i sat down and went through my pictures.&amp;nbsp; I think that half of my collection is made up of creation. Most are of the sun.&amp;nbsp; When it rises, when it's at its peak and when it sets.&amp;nbsp; If you think about it, that happens everyday.&amp;nbsp; Whether your day be good or bad.&amp;nbsp; It is always in motion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;God uses creation to move me.&amp;nbsp; I seriously will just look at the stars or sit and watch the sunset and i will find Him.&amp;nbsp; He has spoken through it to me and it's kind of my way of finding peace and reassurance.&amp;nbsp; Even when i have the worst days He never ceases to amaze me with His creation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Im just glad God can bring me peace even when i feel like my world is breaking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115906290103909085?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115906290103909085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115906290103909085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115906290103909085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115906290103909085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-goes-up-must-come-down_23.html' title='what goes up must come down.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115818023620404642</id><published>2006-09-13T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:53:41.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you have no idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the past couple of days I have had the most interesting and best encounters that I have had with God in a long time.  Specifically two with both of them bringing me to tears.  Not much of an introdution, but I'm just going to tell you about my instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day it started raining, what day was that? ohh monday.  I went running.  I was feeling really good.  I don't know, there are just good days for running and then there are just terrible ones.  This happened to be good.  It was like eight o'clock and getting dark.  It started raining.  If you know me, you know that I love rain and everything about it.  I was coming up on my 6th mile and I was listening to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Crowder: A Beautiful Collison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So courageous until now&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling and scared&lt;br /&gt;So afraid You'll find me out,&lt;br /&gt;Alone here with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes, a beautiful collision&lt;br /&gt;Is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;There seems no end to where You begin and there I am now&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how God made the rain and how, while I was running, I was colliding with the rain. I started to raise my hand and rain fell in my palm and I felt like he was overflowing me with his spirit.  Like He was going right through me.  It was the best feeling.  It is so hard to describe.  I feel like it's not needed though because he understands exactly what I'm talking about.  It brought me to my knees.  I felt overwhelmed by his power. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is kind of a different subject, but it ties into what I felt on monday.  So most of you know that I am a peer counsellor.  I am there first hour so if you ever have a problem...you know who to call.  I heard in the past that first hour has the least amount of conflicts and all you do is sit around all hour.  Well that has not been the case this year.  It was the sixth day of school today and my hour has had seven counselling sessions.  All of the other hours havn't had any.  So when you do the math...yeah we've been busy.  Today I had my third session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back tracking.  I was suppose to have a quad today, but it was cancelled because of the rain.  see...rain is always good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I walk into first hour, hoping that I do nothing because I just want to be lazy for once.  Literally the moment that I say "I hope we don't have a conflict today", someone walks in the room and asks for a session.  Low and behold, I'm on the case!  We get everything arranged and the conflict goes half way through second hour.  I take the students back to class and return to the counselling office balling.  It's liked I walked in as one person and came out new.  People just throwting things at you that you wouldn't expect to be going on in your school.  I had so much circling in my mind when these people started telling me what they go through everyday, and I sit here on my computer not having to worry about anything.  It brought me back to that verse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So courageous until now&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling and scared&lt;br /&gt;So afraid You'll find me out,&lt;br /&gt;Alone here with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how these people probably felt ( if I could tell you I would, but.....code of confedentiality). These people have no idea.  No idea that they have a God that can take care of all of their problems.  They are so lost and uninformed.  I think i have said that before.  That people are uninformed.  Right now im thinking about youth group on sunday and how well this fits.  How right now im feeling that doubt.  I've come across so many people that i don't know well enough to get them to know God.  How much I want them to unserstand.  That was most of the reason why I cried today.  They have no idea.  All they can think of is how bad their life is and how they try and try and try and nothing ever gets better.  Man I feel for them.  I am so darn lucky.  God has blessed me beyond measure.  I wish I felt that way all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, God has just put me in settings where I can recognize him.  He's just showing me piece by piece exactly where I fit in this world.  I feel like I was a speck of dust that was floating around from place to place just waiting for things to be done.  God showing me that Im not just somewhere for no reason at all.  That I actually have a purpose and that if I can expect great things from him, then he will do great things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking with my enormous post and caring about what is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115818023620404642?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115818023620404642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115818023620404642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115818023620404642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115818023620404642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-have-no-idea.html' title='you have no idea.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115786169899963350</id><published>2006-09-10T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:16:53.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my head down with hands on my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have pictures!  Like usual.  I think that when you read my blog you can expect pictures.  There arn't many times when I just write out what's going on (if i do...it's probably really cheesy).  I am a visual learner.  If I can't see it, it won't make sense to me.  Well, I won't &lt;em&gt;fully&lt;/em&gt; be able to comprehend it.&lt;br /&gt;The visual learning thing really caught my attention in calculus.  My teacher, well, she's not the greatest at explaining things.  And I'm thinking that thats how it's going to be all throughout college.  ugh.  Anyway, yeah I'm feeling the stress.  If I told you everything I have to do this weekend (for homework) I would be wasting my time because the list goes on...for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture018-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the tennis team. =) A little background: I'm with these girls everyday and we have quite a good time together.  Jessica (the girl in the red shorts) and I are captains this year. And the girl sitting next to me in the blue shorts, Breian (bree-ann), is my tennis partner this year.  She is really encouraging and I like being partners with her.  At the begining of the season I was not fitting well with anyone and it was really incredibly frustrating.  I just wanted to be placed and play.  I don't know how I got placed with her, all I know is that it's really nice to have a compatable partner.  And we havn't been beat yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture027-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to walk the Mackinaw Bridge last weekend.  We were camping and stayed on Mullet Lake.  It was just a really nice time of relaxing before school started. I found a lot of time to spend with God and saw a lot settings that helped me feel really...calm.  Every time I saw some sort of amazing setting I got chills up and down my spine.  One time I just closed my eyes and I felt like God had just washed all of my greif out into the lake along with the waves.  It was just a good time of reflection and thinking about where God wants me and what he's leading me towards.  I can't tell you how refreshed I felt after last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture013-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've kind of been amazed by water.  It sounds silly, but when you think of why God decided to put two hydrogen and one oxygen together, it's kind of mind blowing.  And then outting millions together only to make a drop of water.  dang.  And then thinking about all of the things we can do with it.  I started thinking about how many times I actually use water in a day.  But I can't really count.  So...yes...I think that water is one of the coolest things that God created and to me, rain is the best way that he presents water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture007-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to school.  But, it's not just school.  There's football games and tennis matches and class council meetings and force and whatever else comes with the stress of school.  But this year will be good.  Homecoming court and homecoming and senior pictures and senior....dot dot dot.  I'm a senior.  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115786169899963350?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115786169899963350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115786169899963350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115786169899963350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115786169899963350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-head-down-with-hands-on-my-face.html' title='my head down with hands on my face'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115681065843237511</id><published>2006-08-28T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:25:30.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what is up with beth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/other.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before ice cream.                             after ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="137" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture003-1.jpg" width="184" /&gt;  &lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="134" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture027-3.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia's par-te!                                  High school musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture024.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img height="139" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture012.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Personally one of my favorites.  Out on the town dance party.&lt;br /&gt;                      We put on our dancin' shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="279" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture004-1.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunited and it feels so good.... umm if you new that song then you&lt;br /&gt;would probably laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture030.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture032-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i visited grand vally today.  And i obviously saw alli. It was really good to see her and see how she's doing.  Your like...umm beth it's only been a week.  But hey it was still really nice to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking on the other side of things...ugh....college.  Umm...it's like a year away and i am feeling the pressures.  I don't know what im doing i don't know where im going and who knows if i will even go to college for the first year.  Man i havn't even officially started school.  Unless if you want to count my summer homework.  I've to got two more papers to write and some calc homework left.  It's winding down and im getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...did i like grand valley.  Ummm...yeah...i really really liked it...even if garrett might have thought it was a waste of time.  I liked the setting, i liked how the classes were a little smaller,  i thought the dorms were a good size....i just really liked it.  Now...i wish i could say that after have visited other schools.  But if i think about it there really isnt any other place that i want to go.  Im looking at pretty basic stuff. ummm now im rambling and probably getting boring. &lt;em&gt;all in all &lt;/em&gt;im pretty nervous for college, but at the same time can't wait to get out and explore.  After visiting today, i felt like i had to come back to reality (home).  Not that i don't love home, but i want to get out and explore.  I think by May 31st im going to be pretty antsy.  It's weird that i dont know what im going to do yet, but in the span of 5,6,7 months i will know...ouuuhhh...WEIRD! okay..im done...no one ever does blogger anymore so i hope people will read this! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115681065843237511?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115681065843237511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115681065843237511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115681065843237511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115681065843237511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-up-with-beth.html' title='what is up with beth?'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115488599349389436</id><published>2006-08-06T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:39:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture062.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i like them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/"&gt;http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115488599349389436?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115488599349389436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115488599349389436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115488599349389436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115488599349389436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-them.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115464014770849726</id><published>2006-08-03T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:25:37.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do not run like a man running aimlessly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-28549"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-28550"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-28551"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;Therefore &lt;em&gt;I do not run like a man running aimlessly;&lt;/em&gt; I do not fight like a man beating the air. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-28552"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1 Corinthians 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read this i thought that it spoke advocatley to the fact that "us highschoolers" are going to be starting school soon, if havn't already started sports. I'm going to be leaning towards the sports side of this post because when i read this passage this morning...it reminded me soley of the sports that i play. Not that it couldn't be related to school, but with the structure that the verses portray...i was obligated to thinking about what sports i am involved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo....this verse. "No I beat my body and make it my slave..." I visioned myself playing tennis on the same court that i always do, with sweat dripping down my hair. It's dark and all i can really see is the tennis ball, all i can really hear is my breathing, and all i can really feel is my heart thumping. And with all of that, i kept going. I don't stop because i can't see exactly whats in front of me, i don't quit because im too tired, and i don't give up when im numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish out high school and really have a grip on where God is placing me in my life...i feel like this is one of the most important years for me to understand God completely. To figure out why he put me here and what future plans he has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have more to say about all of this...i've been reading first corinthians and it's very compelling. Lately...i've been struggling with judging people. 1 corinthians 5 talks about judging people and ill stop there. Ill let you discover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115464014770849726?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115464014770849726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115464014770849726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115464014770849726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115464014770849726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-not-run-like-man-running-aimlessly.html' title='do not run like a man running aimlessly.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115411509848017677</id><published>2006-07-28T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:38:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Premium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; WIDTH: 138px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid; HEIGHT: 172px" height="117" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:bRisnK-0FEF5cM:bobmcdonald.ba.ttu.edu/Home%2520Page/Gas%2520Prices.jpg" width="91" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought premium gas yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;ha...and i leave you with wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love miss should i say wealthy or ridiculous? well it's not wealthy so...ridiculous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115411509848017677?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115411509848017677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115411509848017677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115411509848017677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115411509848017677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/07/premium.html' title='Premium.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115350928505792638</id><published>2006-07-21T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:14:45.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dude...not again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love miss infected.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115350928505792638?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115350928505792638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115350928505792638&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115350928505792638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115350928505792638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/07/dudenot-again.html' title='dude...not again.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115310297247356074</id><published>2006-07-16T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:26:47.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wath out for poisen ivy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this weekend was too fun for words.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could show all of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="288" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture077.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this picture sums it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="548" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture067.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss them. :(&lt;br /&gt;happy graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115310297247356074?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115310297247356074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115310297247356074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115310297247356074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115310297247356074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/07/wath-out-for-poisen-ivy.html' title='wath out for poisen ivy.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115263016049213082</id><published>2006-07-11T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:04:56.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>check list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;-tent.........................check&lt;br /&gt;-hammer..................check&lt;br /&gt;-broom.....................check&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate chip peanut butter chewy bars..............check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115263016049213082?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115263016049213082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115263016049213082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115263016049213082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115263016049213082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/07/check-list.html' title='check list.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115195608239534850</id><published>2006-07-03T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:48:02.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Pastor Mike: I am in the hammock.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture004.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's nice to have megan home :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture005.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture027-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you didn't notice...my right arm is missing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;This picture finally reveals the super powers that&amp;nbsp;I naturally have.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've been kinda picture crazy lately. But come on...new cameras are fun.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115195608239534850?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115195608239534850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115195608239534850&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115195608239534850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115195608239534850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July?'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115179445807522546</id><published>2006-07-01T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:54:18.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>answer this: Where am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture070.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115179445807522546?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115179445807522546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115179445807522546&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115179445807522546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115179445807522546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/07/answer-this-where-am-i.html' title='answer this: Where am I?'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115155394141071819</id><published>2006-06-29T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:05:41.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going...and going...and it never stops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Self explanitory right? Troy is excited.&amp;nbsp; Billy is happy.&amp;nbsp; And i am uh-ummm.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture023.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Alli... where did that come from?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/4232c39b.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;el groupe!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture038.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Snack time!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture040-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I don't know any of them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture020.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Megan comes home? (slap the butt) What? (smiling)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And back to babysitting.&amp;nbsp; It's not really babysitting.&amp;nbsp; Why do they call it babysitting? Babies don't sit very well anyway.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture037.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115155394141071819?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115155394141071819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115155394141071819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115155394141071819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115155394141071819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/goingand-goingand-it-never-stops.html' title='Going...and going...and it never stops.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115138411469711366</id><published>2006-06-27T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:55:14.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bible camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;ha...they're cute.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 273px" height=246 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture013-1.jpg" width=323&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Michelle, Noah, Calob, Beth, Jenna!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115138411469711366?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115138411469711366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115138411469711366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115138411469711366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115138411469711366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/bible-camp.html' title='bible camp.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115075143295207609</id><published>2006-06-19T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:10:33.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extend baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;For some odd reason, most of my cd's decided to magically disappear from my car yesterday.&amp;nbsp; So i was stuck with the SEMP 2005 cd in my car.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Not that this was bad.&lt;BR&gt;I love the semp CD.&lt;BR&gt;It actually was the one thing that got me super excited for Extend.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But really guys. Doesn't&amp;nbsp; it feel like semp was yesterday!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/100_9433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/100_9541.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;Yes most definitely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;My last summer youth group retreat.&lt;BR&gt;whoa.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;love beth.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115075143295207609?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115075143295207609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115075143295207609&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115075143295207609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115075143295207609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/extend-baby.html' title='Extend baby!'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-115024376588490010</id><published>2006-06-13T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:18:19.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although you wash yourself with soda&lt;br /&gt;and use an abundance of soap,&lt;br /&gt;the stain of your guilt is still before me,"&lt;br /&gt;declares the Sovereign LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 2:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Along with this "job" of mine, I'm starting to see all of the extra time that i have to myself.  Much more than usual.  So...my goal is to start reading more.  I've got three books to read this summer (not too shabby) and then a couple of books that i wanted to read on my own.  Along with those books, I'm hoping the bible will come more into play.  Being honest, I havn't been too obedient with reading my bible since senior sneak.  I feel like i lost track and have been focused on other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-summer&lt;br /&gt;-friends&lt;br /&gt;-working&lt;br /&gt;-eating&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-hanging&lt;br /&gt;-running from the popo&lt;br /&gt;-and whatever else will get my mind off school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...feeling out of line (specifically today) i sat down and started reading my bible.  Usually when i decide to read it, i open it up and thats what i read.  But today...i was flippin through and Jeremiah looked appealing.  So i was reading (through the first chapter) and nothing really struck me as to what's been going on in my life.  Feeling defeated...i didn't really feel like reading much more so i prayed (like i was about to go on with my day).  There was this sense of...&lt;em&gt;keep going.  &lt;/em&gt;so i did.  To my surprise, i was reading everything that made me feel guilty and low.  But at the same time, i knew exactly why God wanted me to read it. So this is long, just bare with me.  This whole chapter stuck out to me...but im not going to make you read the whole chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-18998"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt; Does a maiden forget her jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;       a bride her wedding ornaments?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;Yet my people have forgotten me,&lt;br /&gt;       days without number. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-18999"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;strong&gt; How skilled you are at pursuing love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Even the worst of women can learn from your ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-19000"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt; On your clothes men find&lt;br /&gt;       the lifeblood of the innocent poor,&lt;br /&gt;       though you did not catch them breaking in.&lt;br /&gt;       Yet in spite of all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-19001"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt; you say, &lt;strong&gt;'I am innocent;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;he is not angry with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       But I will pass judgment on you&lt;br /&gt;       because you say, 'I have not sinned.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-19002"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt; Why do you go about so much,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;changing your ways?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       You will be disappointed by Egypt&lt;br /&gt;       as you were by Assyria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-19003"&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt; You will also leave that place&lt;br /&gt;       with your hands on your head,&lt;br /&gt;       for the LORD has rejected those you trust;&lt;br /&gt;       you will not be helped by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;harsh huh?  Yes...but certainly deep and revealing too.  It's funny how you can go weeks...months...whatever...without reading the bible and the day you come back you feel fully restored.  Like you never left.  I don't know if that is because God has been in my life for so long that i am used to it or simply because God has mercy on me and he wants my heart to feel that way when i return to him.  I guess what i am thankful for most today is that he can pinpoint exactly what i am struggling with and then fix it exactly how he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-18987"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;em&gt;I had planted you like a &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt; vine&lt;br /&gt;       of sound and reliable stock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love bethany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-115024376588490010?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/115024376588490010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=115024376588490010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115024376588490010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/115024376588490010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/although-you-wash-yourself-with-soda.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114988341850794831</id><published>2006-06-09T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:03:38.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC00368.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;what's wrong with my eye.&lt;BR&gt;:( it hurts.&lt;BR&gt;and it itches.&lt;BR&gt;and it scratches.&lt;BR&gt;and it's really watery.&lt;BR&gt;and it hurts.&lt;BR&gt;and it's making me not want to do anything.&lt;BR&gt;and i cant see.&lt;BR&gt;and it hurts.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;this is no&amp;nbsp;fun...shucks.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;love beth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114988341850794831?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114988341850794831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114988341850794831&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114988341850794831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114988341850794831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/lazy-eye.html' title='lazy eye.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114978923650558589</id><published>2006-06-08T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:00:28.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adventures are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.hallmark.com/ECardWeb/ECV.jsp?a=" href="http://www.hallmark.com/ECardWeb/ECV.jsp?a=3527531893876M119302415Y"&gt;http://www.hallmark.com/ECardWeb/ECV.jsp?a=3527531893876M119302415Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114978923650558589?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114978923650558589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114978923650558589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114978923650558589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114978923650558589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/adventures-are-fun-1-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114961070701580081</id><published>2006-06-06T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:35:27.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;God's timing is perfect.  I saw 7 satelites last night...and right when i started getting doubtful...God pulled out a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I havn't seen one in so long.  Yes i wished on it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no im not telling you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Jealous Of The Moon"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tryin' on a brand new dress&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't worn the old one yet&lt;br /&gt;You've come too far&lt;br /&gt;To turn around now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've given up the good fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're as strong as anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're back where you started from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you're back where you started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starin' down the stars&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could fly&lt;br /&gt;Just being where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' you can do&lt;br /&gt;If you're too scared to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag your pretty head around&lt;br /&gt;Swearin' you're gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;With a beautiful sigh&lt;br /&gt;And a river of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starin' down the stars&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could fly&lt;br /&gt;Just stayin' where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' you can do&lt;br /&gt;If you're too scared to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you call me, I could save you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll find a God we can pray to&lt;br /&gt;That'll take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;When she's crying inside&lt;br /&gt;But you've got your pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starin' down the stars&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could fly&lt;br /&gt;But you're stayin' where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' you can do&lt;br /&gt;If you're too scared to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're starin' down the stars&lt;br /&gt;Stay where you are&lt;br /&gt;You're jealous of the moon&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;If you're too scared to try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114961070701580081?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114961070701580081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114961070701580081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114961070701580081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114961070701580081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114860961740699454</id><published>2006-05-25T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:13:37.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my life right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Here it is.&amp;nbsp; Soccer season is pretty much over for me.&amp;nbsp; Im going to&amp;nbsp;miss the last practices and not be able to play in the last game, but i know it's worth it.&amp;nbsp; We had our banquet tonight and it wasn't too&amp;nbsp; "sad".&amp;nbsp; If i was sad, the main reason would be, ummm...i have no idea where my junior year went.&amp;nbsp; I swear it was here...but wow.&amp;nbsp; It's over.&amp;nbsp; I kind of feel like i wished it away and look at me now.&amp;nbsp; It's gone.&amp;nbsp; man.&amp;nbsp;And me going to senior sneak.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was going to take a life time.&amp;nbsp; Ha it's tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; And i can't be more excited.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; God has truly taught me that what goes on around me is only for the time being.&amp;nbsp; That once i leave this place, nothing will matter.&amp;nbsp; About what happened this year or what will happen in the future.&amp;nbsp; Im just so&amp;nbsp;joyful that i have a God who knows my heart and leads me in the direction that he has chosen.&amp;nbsp; I felt that sunday night.&amp;nbsp;Just knowing that i wasn't alone and that the span of his hand was holding me.&amp;nbsp; Life's changin!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 230px" height=230 src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture102.jpg" width=302&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picnic!&amp;nbsp; This has nothing to do with anything...that was a fun time though.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'm ready for senior sneak.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Have fun at home everyone.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;lovebeth.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114860961740699454?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114860961740699454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114860961740699454&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114860961740699454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114860961740699454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-right-now.html' title='my life right now.'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114774881740867145</id><published>2006-05-15T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:06:57.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;What a night.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 362px" height=1386 src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/4569dca3.jpg" width=462&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Lime green.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I like that color!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/a2266213.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Girl picks up the guy.&amp;nbsp; It's all good.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/7feef873.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;That's my "IM SO COOL WATCH OUT" stance.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/4d36c8f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Umm...it was cold so i wore a sweater and lime green&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;crocks because high heels are too fancy.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Look down.&amp;nbsp; Like &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;the socks.&amp;nbsp; Yeah...I'm special.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;DESSERT. hmmmmm. i like dessert.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;we like dessert.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;probably the best picture taken all night.&amp;nbsp; We we're dancing&lt;BR&gt;having way too much fun.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 246px" height=350 src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/3cda7c18.jpg" width=283&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Who can go the night with out slurpees?&amp;nbsp; Thanks to the&lt;BR&gt;Slurpee dude who took the picture! :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture036.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And the night is over.&amp;nbsp; Fun stuff.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Spring fever tomorrow.&lt;BR&gt;Class picnic thursday. (Yeah juniors)&lt;BR&gt;But before then, i need to write my reseach paper.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ummm.... 10 days....WHAT!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;love&lt;STRONG&gt;beth&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114774881740867145?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114774881740867145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114774881740867145&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114774881740867145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114774881740867145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/05/prom.html' title='Prom...'/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114740490125571647</id><published>2006-05-11T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:35:01.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a stressful week.  Do you know how it feels when so much is piled up....and you just can't wait until.....well for me it is prom.  Well yeah...sixth hour today, i handed in my pre-calc test, sat down and just sighed!  It felt so good.  To know that i pushed through this week with no hindrances. Whooooooooooooooo.   :) 4ish more weeks.  whooooooo...another sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and muh girls!  We lost today.....it's okay...we played well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's prom.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my hair and nails did.&lt;br /&gt;I'll dance.&lt;br /&gt;I'll even sing.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't want me to sing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;I like dances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 14 days till senior sneak.  I like that number!  Girls get your cowboy hats!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114740490125571647?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114740490125571647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114740490125571647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114740490125571647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114740490125571647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-stressful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114618811780015267</id><published>2006-04-27T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:35:17.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;be my distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i wish that i could just list off all of the good things that have happened since spring break.  Yeah it hasn't even been a week.  Silly beth.  Okay my life isn't a drag...of course not.  But it has it's flaws.  I'm pretty much stretched in every area. It's funny how fast you're back into reality. AP test monday, studying my brain&lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;out (that would be nice to have a pairs of brains), soccer schedule dragging out, social life failing in areas, just every area seems to have its grays.  I basically broke down after school today when my pre- calc and spanish test didn't go as i wished.&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote this song about God being my distraction.  Feelings are being built up in me that i can't handle and it's like the only thing that satisfy's me is if i am in his presence.  And it just feels good.  To know that he doesn't care what my grades are...as long as he knows that i try, and he doesn't care what my reputation is because he loves me the same.  I've got 5 weeks left. five.  rignt now...thinking about everything that comes with thoughs 5 weeks...it seems like there is a lot to do.  So i found this passage that kind of sparked the idea of the song...&lt;br /&gt;"But Martha was &lt;strong&gt;distracted &lt;/strong&gt;by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"  Luke10 :40&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be distracted by the things around me.  I want to be wise in my decisions.  I want to be a good example.  Even if everyone can't see what i am seeing, maybe they will see that i am distracted.  Distracted by the most living, most humble being that created me.&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114618811780015267?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114618811780015267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114618811780015267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114618811780015267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114618811780015267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-my-distraction.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114593664293636193</id><published>2006-04-24T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:44:02.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what...my computer hates me.  SO i was going to put pictures here from alabama and then some form new orleans.  but it doesn't like me. so here are the pictures just not &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;my blog.  So sorry there arn't any eplanations to them.....but the last entry i made has some of the pictures....it wouldn't let me put them all on one. Understandable...there are a lot.  But i still don't think it likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/"&gt;http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down continues :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114593664293636193?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114593664293636193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114593664293636193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114593664293636193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114593664293636193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114593570684759954</id><published>2006-04-24T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:28:28.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/fa36a842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/fa36a842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...this was the house we gutted ^&lt;br /&gt;And below is the kitchen.  We had to wear respirators the whole time because of the mold. grossssssss.  Just pulled all of the belongings to the road.  Tough stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/9ae31d3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/9ae31d3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/97f12b8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/97f12b8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/6115b9f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/6115b9f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a hard days work.  I can't tell you how happy i was to literally punch out the guts of a wall.  Sometimes it really makes you feel better.  I always used the expression..." i just want to punch something" not really thinking it would make me feel better.  but it did :) ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The foodbank.  We bagged up groceries in paper bags and gave them to cars as they came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Devestation. Plainly.  You can't imagine it until you see it face to face.  Definentely switched my thoughts around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a day off and toured.  I bought a cowboy hat for senior sneak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So...these are just pictures.  Not many of my thoughts.  But this vacation was...i won't be able to find the right words...so simply.....amazing.  Not going into much detail, buti think the most important thing that i learned from this is...being humble.  Just humble.  Working with my family...making sure that we got everything done without fighting, seeing the disaster and feeling, "wow, ive got it pretty dang good at home", taking four minute showers, having rats in my pants, and sleeping in a room with people that you don't know well.  Gosh..its just all changing.  Im going to have to write more later.  I have so many feelings on this situation.&lt;br /&gt;But...before i go...one thing you could pray for, for me, is if God wants it to be...he would keep the program that megans doing going.  Man...i smile at the fact that i could be doing that one day. :)  Megan, you are amazing.....&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114593570684759954?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114593570684759954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114593570684759954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114593570684759954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114593570684759954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/04/continued.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114460086321398570</id><published>2006-04-09T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T12:41:03.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my sunglasses. My sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114460086321398570?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114460086321398570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114460086321398570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114460086321398570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114460086321398570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-got-my-sunglasses.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114436921770163679</id><published>2006-04-06T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:08:48.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soccer + Girls = Dra to the ma with a capitol D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at that stage.  It happens every year.  People get mad, girls start to cry, and feelings are hurt, most definentely.  So, were down to 15 girls on the team. Umm... im not sure how familiar you are with soccer, but last year we had 24 people. Yeah...so doing the math, there are 15 girls...2 of them are goalies...which makes 13 players...11 people on the field which leaves us 4 subs.  Actually only three because the other goalie doesn't usually play the field.  That's a ton of work, especially when your doing sprints and three mile runs on and off...EVERYDAY!  It's tough.  Along with two hours of practice. Nobody understands the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say the least...my team is really frustrated.  They don't like the way that the coach is handling things and how he's working and burning the players we need.  But i just don't want to get caught up in that drama. It's so easy because you understand where they are coming from, yet you have your own side as well.  But girls rip apart and over analyze EVERYTHING.  Did you hear me.....&lt;em&gt;everything.  &lt;/em&gt;Today was that day where everyone just wanted to quit.  Yeah it was hard.  But after practice, i could tell people were mad.  I just don't want to fall into a trap and get myself in a postion that isn't laudatory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, spiritually, like i know the exact placement of where my faith is.  I've been reading this book called &lt;em&gt;So, Whats the Difference &lt;/em&gt;by Fritz Ridenour.  It's about all kinds of religions and what they apprehend or conceive.  It's more factual, but it's completely been a help on reaffirming my faith.  Not that this has anything to do with soccer nor does it apply to what we've been learning about at church, but i was always confused and why i was a chirstian? Was it because i was born into it or did i actually choose this because i wanted it for me?  Of course there is no better source than the bible, but seriously, when i was reading this book i started shaking my head sighing at some of the things people give credit to and believe.  It's truly amazing.  It showed me how i am not only fortunate to be plotted where i am, but how satisfied He has made me as well.  I wish girls on my soccer team would see me strive for perfection towards Jesus.  I kind of feel like i might be doing too much to try en' witness. Little things like putting a bible verse on a pump up sheet.  Or listening to "God Music" in the car.  Reading my bible before practice or talking about youth group and asking people to go.  I don't want to push people, but they are just so innocent and uninformed.  I think that there is a difference between doing these things because you want people to see you and having am honest heart.  I just want someone to ask me the question.  But i don't want to flip out  when they ask.  Pray for that for me.  That someone might ask me the "question" and that i would be able to respond with a knowledgable answer.  Also pray that i don't get caught up.  Caught up in the gossip and slander that i hear left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I GET A WITNESS!&lt;br /&gt;(low voice) can i get a witness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a song in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i hope that things are well with everyone.  Play people....i heart you and i've been praying for you.  I can't wait to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovebethanyjeanieweanie...he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114436921770163679?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114436921770163679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114436921770163679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114436921770163679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114436921770163679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/04/soccer-girls-dra-to-ma-with-capitol-d.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114376726382425312</id><published>2006-03-30T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:10:37.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who let the dog out?&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like &lt;strong&gt;puppy chow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to the game tomorrow. We play Ann Arbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BE THERE...7 o'clock. White Pine. You. Me. Soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ice cream after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love bethany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114376726382425312?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114376726382425312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114376726382425312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114376726382425312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114376726382425312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-let-dog-out-i-really-like-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114351512441452369</id><published>2006-03-27T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:05:24.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Calmer of the Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;everything is wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has passed and nothing's done&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world seems against me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm rolling in my bed, there's a storm in my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of sinking in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach me, Lord to have faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what you're bringing me will&lt;br /&gt;Change my life and bring you glory &amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the storm &lt;strong&gt;I am learning to let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the will that I so long to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There may I be in your arms eternally&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, Lord, you are the calmer of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rebuke the wind and the waves&lt;br /&gt;Once again I find I'm amazed &amp;amp; the power of your will&lt;br /&gt;Cuz &lt;strong&gt;I'm a child of little faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel the wind and forget your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And you say, "Peace, be still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the storm&lt;strong&gt; I am learning to let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white wave's high, it's crashing o'er the deck&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I go&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Lord, is my ship going down?&lt;br /&gt;The mast is gone so throw the anchor&lt;br /&gt;Should I jump and try to swim to land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the storm, &lt;strong&gt;teach me God to understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the Will that I just cannot control&lt;br /&gt;There may I see all you love protecting me&lt;br /&gt;I thank you Lord, you are &lt;strong&gt;the calmer of the storm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a concrete girl.beth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114351512441452369?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114351512441452369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114351512441452369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114351512441452369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114351512441452369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/calmer-of-storm-when-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114340156133309297</id><published>2006-03-26T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:32:41.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. soocccccer:&lt;br /&gt;I got a 22:21 on my run after church. Whoody. I dropped a minute from last year. Maybe not too exciting for you, but im happy. Then i found this site of pictures taken from that scrimmage that i was at. There are a lot of me (surprizingly). You should check it out. (megan, look at the new jerseys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.tbsportpix.com/2006/CARRP/index.htm"&gt;http://image.tbsportpix.com/2006/CARRP/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.  If you really want to know the schedule for the season go to stcs.org and then on the left go under athletics, heritage high school sports, spring sports...blah blah blah.  You can figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I finally have plans for spring break!  WE goin' to louisiana. Yes....a complete disaster down there.  And thats exactly why we are going.  Megan is working there and somehow we made plans to work right along side her.  My family is going to gut a &lt;strong&gt;whole house.&lt;/strong&gt;  How awesome does that sound.  For you not so dirty workers, im sorry that you arn't excited for me. But i seriously can't wait.  I'll give you more feed back when the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 days until senior sneak.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114340156133309297?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114340156133309297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114340156133309297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114340156133309297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114340156133309297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-sunday-ive-got-two-things.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114290599749633420</id><published>2006-03-20T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:57:56.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the picture: this was saturday at my soccer game&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm standing in front of it....but i think it looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...there is more to soccer then just a ball.  Sometimes there are gorrillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry not much posting is happenin'.  I'm a busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114290599749633420?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114290599749633420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114290599749633420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114290599749633420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114290599749633420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-this-was-saturday-at-my-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114205155777949837</id><published>2006-03-10T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:32:37.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                Mr. Heritge was last night.  It was good.  Long, but good.  I got to escourt Josh Immery (is that how you spell his last name?)...anyway...we had fun.  Skipped out to the crowd and then brushed the shoulder off.  We were astonishing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Then i went on a crumbs date with the fam!  Ummm...i got a huge-mongo snickers mocha.  The guy put chocolate &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; carmel on it for me.  I was so happy.  IT'S GINORMOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Then kissed the sister good-bye.  She's working in New Orleans. Thats pretty neat-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       So, this post has no substance really.  I just got done babysitting and it's a friday night....and im not partying.  ha....i havn't done that in a while.   I probably won't be able to for a while either.  Soccer try-outs are monday....whooooo. hooo. whoody whoody whooo.  And saturday, we  have three scrimmages.  Man my life is over until june.  Wow...june.  That sounds so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off a whim. I'm going to list things i miss (mainly about summer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uno.  being tan&lt;br /&gt;dos.  lawn chair movies&lt;br /&gt;tres.  no homework&lt;br /&gt;cuatro.  sleeping on my roof with stars&lt;br /&gt;cinco.  warm (although i like cold...but i miss warm sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;seis.  the window down with sunglasses! nice&lt;br /&gt;siete.  tennis...i miss tennis&lt;br /&gt;ocho.  bon fires.... or as i would say a "bomb" fire  (marshmellows slash s'mores fit here too)&lt;br /&gt;nueve.  being lazy&lt;br /&gt;diez.  not having to worry about ACT's. MEAP. or AP tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..i  seriously could go on forever.  but....im sleepy.  and things are better since i decided that i wanted to play bumper cars.  :)  ha...the crash wasn't even police worthy...but im still in trouble.  Oh well...and it will happen to you (specifically josh)...don't worry man....it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootles.&lt;br /&gt;bethbaby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114205155777949837?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114205155777949837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114205155777949837&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114205155777949837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114205155777949837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114168825992787956</id><published>2006-03-06T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:37:39.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;crash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday happened to be the day that my parents told me to cool down when im driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today happened to be the day i got in a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall...im having a horrible day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114168825992787956?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114168825992787956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114168825992787956&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114168825992787956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114168825992787956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/crash.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114126568949542358</id><published>2006-03-01T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:20:09.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder why i love family so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...ive decided that when im married....i am going to have a lot of home meals because you can definentely get information out of the youngin's. Kind of like how both of my brothers have girlfriends...WHAT THE!.....yeah. HA....some one is dating that kid with blueberry's in his nose....chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ilikefamily.beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. want to go with me to calvin, on saturday, to see anathallo? please...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114126568949542358?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114126568949542358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114126568949542358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114126568949542358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114126568949542358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-you-wonder-why-i-love-family-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114100960815822494</id><published>2006-02-27T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:42:14.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.godandscience.org/images/helixnebulangc7293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.godandscience.org/images/helixnebulangc7293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i feel like any one who reads this knows that this weekend, for me, took place at snow doubt. And that funny eye is nebula :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i knew going i would be torn and i knew i would.......cry. I got all the way through sat&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;rday night, but when sunday came i was done for. Summing it up....this weekend was utterly amazing. Hanging out, getting some alone time, going away from home for little bit, and finding some areas of my life that need to be changed. I'm not going to lie, i wasn't feeling anything until yesterday. I felt like i was paying attention to everything else and the only thing i was shutting out was Him, the reason i had gone. But i don't know, sunday just hit me. I really stepped back and saw all of the gray areas of my life. I didn't shut him out and, my gosh it felt soooooo good. Just to feel like i finally have a hold Him.&lt;br /&gt;For the past.....it feels like forever, i have been all over the map. Up and down, and having doubts and not understanding why God is putting me in the situations that i am in. I know i have the right heart. But there are times when i know that my heart isn't in the right place. And i felt like that part of my life was accumulating, like i would pray, but it was very self seeking. Only thinking about me and never really broadening my thoughts, not haveing a soft heart. It started leading to being very controling. I was only looking for the best intrests of me and what my needs were. Making sure that all of my needs were met.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...i don't know what happened, but i completly feel on my knees in adoration of God. I was just thinking about how many times i have doubted Him and how many times i've pushed Him away just because i wanted to be in control of anything and everything that i did. Like my thoughts and my beliefs are the only thing that i have full control over. And sunday i just felt helpless. Like nothing could be done to make up for all of the lost time, but i know God can heal that. And He already has. I just can't grasp it, and it makes me cry because i want so bad to have a constant relationship and not worry about what anyone else is thinking about me. It's really hard. Making sure that God is over everything, &lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/Picture018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i made it a point to do that today at school. I&lt;br /&gt;got myself out of situations that i knew wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;be bring glory to God and i made myself&lt;br /&gt;accoutable to .....myself. Inch by inch, fixing my&lt;br /&gt;thoughts...making them holy. I felt like i was so wrapped up in myself and that each time that i sinned or did something not pleasing to him i would grab the hammer and start knocking. Knocking the nails into his hands and feet. Making deeper cuts and killing my only hope. I just don't want to be the one with the hammer anymore. I want to be the one that is catching His flesh from the cross and making sure it never hits the ground because it is my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that i can take from this weekend and apply to my life is letting God take control. I tried hard to do it by myself and i know now what that feels like. Being completely alone. But I have to know that once i give him my control, i will be in control (because He is in control).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO on another note......I'm Seven-Teen. And this is a chance to start over. Maybe not start over, but add onto this amazing story that God has created. I'll eat some good food tonight...little dessert....skip soccer....open presents. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;strong&gt;bigbertha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114100960815822494?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114100960815822494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114100960815822494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114100960815822494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114100960815822494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-like-any-one-who-reads-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114073073745696055</id><published>2006-02-23T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:38:57.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. SNOW FLIPPIN' DOUBT!&lt;br /&gt;2. Megan comes home saterday!&lt;br /&gt;3. What comes before part b.&lt;br /&gt;                            PART- A.....beth is turning 17  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps... finally not so depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-114073073745696055?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114073073745696055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114073073745696055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114073073745696055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114073073745696055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-114005715560580681</id><published>2006-02-15T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:35:52.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE MAIL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you get an invitation to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SENIOR SNEAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countrypines.com/vtours/countrypineslodge/countrypineslodge.htm"&gt;http://www.countrypines.com/vtours/countrypineslodge/countrypineslodge.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love&lt;strong&gt;me&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/19046406-114005715560580681?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/114005715560580681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=114005715560580681&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114005715560580681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/114005715560580681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113979960503730675</id><published>2006-02-12T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:06:16.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to know how "it" feels.&lt;br /&gt;What "its" thoughts are and if I'm not alone with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;That phrase, "I don't care". I think I've said 300 times in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Is that how I really feel? No genuine thoughts or challenging beliefs toward anything.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making no sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;and my posts are so...melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113979960503730675?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113979960503730675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113979960503730675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113979960503730675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113979960503730675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustrated-guh.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113954292907263274</id><published>2006-02-09T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:42:09.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Mistakes We Knew We Were Making"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made plans to be unbreakable,&lt;br /&gt;love was all we knew.&lt;br /&gt;no insurance for the unthinkable,&lt;br /&gt;blindly get us through.&lt;br /&gt;we've been searching for a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;short as it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;riding on the fumes that spark us,&lt;br /&gt;while igniting dreams.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;br /&gt;don't think about chances we're taking,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew...&lt;br /&gt;do da da da da..do da da da da dada da da..&lt;br /&gt;driving in the rain to the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;quiet aches intense,&lt;br /&gt;what at once just seemed the impossible,&lt;br /&gt;now makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;we held hands to face the uncomfortable cold,&lt;br /&gt;and lonely room.&lt;br /&gt;magazines and empty distractions barely got us through.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;br /&gt;don't think about chances we're taking,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew...&lt;br /&gt;do da da da da..do da da da da dada da da..&lt;br /&gt;and when we try to think of the life inside,&lt;br /&gt;we found ourselves looking at the world through new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;what can now be said?&lt;br /&gt;oh, little one on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;dance until the band stops playing,&lt;br /&gt;sing with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew we were making.&lt;br /&gt;don't think about chances we're taking,&lt;br /&gt;don't think about rules we were breaking.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes we knew...&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on...(until end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes keep building up and i think im about ready to explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113954292907263274?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113954292907263274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113954292907263274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113954292907263274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113954292907263274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/02/mistakes-we-knew-we-were-making-we.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113876547037029729</id><published>2006-01-31T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:44:30.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How great is my God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer that question. I never want this feeling to go away...He's holding me in His hand and He's never letting go.  He is so big, I can't tell you how big.  Wow...He is amazing.  I wish i had more time to tell you my feelings.  I'm so taken and i feel numb, like the numb we're you are set on fire numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my king and i love Him.  God I love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and only &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113876547037029729?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113876547037029729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113876547037029729&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113876547037029729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113876547037029729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-great-is-my-god-i-cant-answer-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113865841298624636</id><published>2006-01-30T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:00:13.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have things to look forward to this week....&lt;br /&gt;1.  I get to go to the Chris Tomlin concert tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I get my hair cut.  It makes me happy because they give really good head scratches and my hair is really soft.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thursday im going to Calvin to see Copeland :)  im geeked!  and im a geek.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I get to skip soccer...both svsu days.  Ehhh..next week is going to be physically hard, but it always feels good to get in some sort of shape. Whether it be triangular, oval, rectangular.....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;5. I found out Megan is coming home.  This makes the top of my list.  She has a docters appointment and has to come home.  :) this makes me happy. I get to see her and we are trying to work it out so she can come home for my birthday and then we can go to the mae concert.  Sooo...God knows whats going on with megan and why she has to come home.  I just want you guys to pray for her.  I've been really worried about it lately.&lt;br /&gt;7. My foot just fell asleep (actually i hate when that happens).&lt;br /&gt;8.  There are only 4 more days till the weekend.  I hate full weeks.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Did you notice how i skipped 6.  I don't like that number today.&lt;br /&gt;And 10.  ummm...10 has been my soccer number for the past two years.  I don't really think...besides that...that i have a 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay....have a belie week everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. belie is on my vocab list this week.  I looked at the sheet and decided to use it just because it sounds funny.  So in reality....i don't want you to have a "disguised" week watever that means.  Ha...its looks like belly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113865841298624636?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113865841298624636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113865841298624636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113865841298624636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113865841298624636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-things-to-look-forward-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113849861204509909</id><published>2006-01-28T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:36:52.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Smile and a Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan:&lt;/strong&gt; I wish you would just chill out. People are starting to talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie&lt;/strong&gt;: Talk about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan:&lt;/strong&gt; Talk about you. You're always humming or you have that silly little grin on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie:&lt;/strong&gt; I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan:&lt;/strong&gt; SOUNDS RADICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm...if you want to find out what happens, you're going to have to go to kid city at 5 on sunday and watch the skit!  Kier is Maggie and i am Megan.  This should be pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah....we're awesome.  It's okay to be jealous at the fact that i get to say radical.  That's &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; the best word on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113849861204509909?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113849861204509909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113849861204509909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113849861204509909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113849861204509909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/smile-and-song-megan-i-wish-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113806208816596373</id><published>2006-01-23T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:21:28.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="lyrid" style="COLOR: rgb(5,5,5)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn't always this tall&lt;br /&gt;You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed.&lt;br /&gt;You watched my team win, and watched my team lose&lt;br /&gt;Watched when my bicycle went down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was weak, unable to speak, still I could call you by name&lt;br /&gt;And I said Elbow Healer, Super Hero, come if you can.&lt;br /&gt;You said, &lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only sixteen, life is so mean&lt;br /&gt;What kind of curfew is at 10 pm?&lt;br /&gt;You saw my mistakes and watched my heart break&lt;br /&gt;Heared when I swore I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was weak, unable to speak, still I could call you by name&lt;br /&gt;And I said Heartache Healer, Secret keeper, be my best Friend&lt;br /&gt;You said, &lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw my wear white by pale candle light&lt;br /&gt;I said forever to what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream&lt;br /&gt;Too much it might seem when it is 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am weak, unable to speak still I will call you by name&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Shepard, Savior, Pasture Maker, Hold on to my hand.&lt;br /&gt;You say,&lt;strong&gt; I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change and circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Blow in and all around us&lt;br /&gt;So we find a foothold that's familiar.&lt;br /&gt;And bless the moments that we feel you nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life had begun, I was woven and spun&lt;br /&gt;You let the angels dance around the throne.&lt;br /&gt;Who can say when, but they'll dance again&lt;br /&gt;When I am free and finally headed home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be weak, unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Still I will call you by name&lt;br /&gt;Creator, Maker, Life Sustainer&lt;br /&gt;Comforter, Healer, My Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Lord and King, Beginning and the End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am. yes I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole nordeman: i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113806208816596373?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113806208816596373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113806208816596373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113806208816596373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113806208816596373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-pencil-marks-on-wall-i-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113785223526164919</id><published>2006-01-21T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:03:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/ii.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/ii.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) im in a good mood today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is snow on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love beth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113785223526164919?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113785223526164919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113785223526164919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113785223526164919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113785223526164919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-in-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113771653393540194</id><published>2006-01-19T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:22:13.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/ummm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/ummm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you sense my sarcasim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i am absent for the next five- six months&lt;br /&gt;don't be upset.....it's just....i don't have a life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, because this season is going to be torture.&lt;br /&gt;If you've played heritage soccer....you can catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes- beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113771653393540194?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113771653393540194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113771653393540194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113771653393540194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113771653393540194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/soccer-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113744729928416613</id><published>2006-01-16T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:41:03.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate when you wake up an hour before your alarm clock and you had a bad dream and then you can't go back to sleep. So you end up turning off your alarm clock before it can even wake you up. You sit in your bed and think about things. And then you just realize how much life sucks sometimes. Because you can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out at a Martin Luther King Celebration today. Taking peoples coats and making sure they were "comfortable". There was a choir and they were singing praise songs, with all the older women standing and clapping and dancing and ha....you know, gospel stuff. And then the two hours of speeches started. I'm thinking in the back of my mind, "Man...this is going to be the worst, i just want to go home and &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;." A couple minutes later, a man named Desmon Daniel walked to the podium. He is a reverend at Bethel AME over on the east side. He had spoken at another service project two years ago in the spring. He is probably the best speaker that i have ever heard in my life. He's a real "Gospel Guy" and wow....i felt like he really spoke to me specifically today. He told a story about how when he was younger he was riding in his car and it was hot,muggy, and he was uncomfortable. He just wanted to get out of the car and get comfortable. But since there driving, thats obvioulsy not possbile. Then....he's sitting in the car and a fly comes around and it's annoying the crap out of him. He swats at it and then just goes over the top and yells that he can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts talking about the meaning behind the story...trying not to preach too much because this is not a congregation of all christians. But he definently gets his word across. I wrote this down because it made me think, "It's the little things that beset us." That's so true. Every little thing surrounding me is making a bigger impact on my life than the ultimate big thing. Im just so taken by the little things and feel like they may make my life more complete than what it already is. What God has already given me. I just feel so beat. And.....sad.....and there really isn't a word that fully grasps my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been caught by this verse a lot lately.  God's telling me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own."&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew 6:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucified&lt;br /&gt;layed behind the stone&lt;br /&gt;he lived to die&lt;br /&gt;rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;like a rose&lt;br /&gt;trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;you took the fall&lt;br /&gt;and thought of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;are &lt;strong&gt;above all&lt;/strong&gt; to me lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113744729928416613?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113744729928416613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113744729928416613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113744729928416613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113744729928416613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-when-you-wake-up-hour-before.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113735263061885045</id><published>2006-01-15T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:17:13.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/kidnap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/kidnap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              So....ha...some fun took place last night.  Thats all i have to say! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/tacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/tacos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  And after, i ate my first &lt;strong&gt;HOT &lt;/strong&gt;cheesy gordita crunch.  :)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      It was a night out with the brothers.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     i like syblings.&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113735263061885045?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113735263061885045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113735263061885045&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113735263061885045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113735263061885045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113718965455651289</id><published>2006-01-13T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:00:54.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/precalc%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/precalc%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/pre%20calc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/pre%20calc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY...now click on these pictures and look at the work.... thats 7 hours baby. And now im done with exams. Wow....i think ill party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113718965455651289?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113718965455651289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113718965455651289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113718965455651289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113718965455651289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113684909240278965</id><published>2006-01-09T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:24:52.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to take a break from all the madness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113684909240278965?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113684909240278965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113684909240278965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113684909240278965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113684909240278965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-needed-to-take-break-from-all.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113669050109246731</id><published>2006-01-07T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:21:41.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/hampster%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/hampster%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/hampster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/hampster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY ANDREW!       &lt;br /&gt;So.....he got a hampster.  The top two names i picked for him...&lt;br /&gt;1. Shaniqua&lt;br /&gt;2. Chunk&lt;br /&gt;Andrew doesn't like either of them.  So if you see him tomorrow, try to convince him that those names are probably the best names out there for a hampster! Ha seriously though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be like..." Andrew....where's Shaniqua at..." and then he can be like, " Shaniqua don't live here no mo'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113669050109246731?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113669050109246731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113669050109246731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113669050109246731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113669050109246731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-12th-birthday-andrew-so.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113660022543317763</id><published>2006-01-06T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:17:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/smash9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/200/smash9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So how should i start out this post? There is so much to say, but i feel like sticking to one emotion. So, should i exclaim about my convictions? I feel like all of my emotions arn't convictions per se, but i certainly am running on E, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;     So i guess i can start off by sharing what happened this morning. Well, as usually the morning wake-up call at 6:30 ish. Then off to school. Hecktic morning, but i made it through. So...every friday morning i attend the Christian Outreach group at Heritage. Not many people are invovled, there are about a cluster of ten of us that meet. But every friday morning we return back to the student center. We all open our Bibles and before diving into His word we bow our heads. This morning when i was praying in the mist of all the gossip and hatred and just slander I was wondering if anyone was even noticing that there was an odd group in the room. Seriously, the christian outreach is not like a bunch of hot kids that meet just because they think it's the "cool" thing to do. No. If your a christian you know that people may look at you different. For better or worse, i don't know...i guess it depends on the person.&lt;br /&gt;     Even though i could feel the tension of people looking at me today, i felt a sense of God's peace. God calling me in and showing how big of a difference i can make and made. Man...God is also revealing to me all of the opportunities that i have to witness. I recieved my "Heritage Christain Outreach" T-shirt today and happened to carry it around with me to some of my classes. People started questioning me about it. When do you guys meet? Is it fun? and some pretty general strike up a conversation questions. But look. I reached today. People know me. People know me as a christian girl.&lt;br /&gt;     I want to be able to say that with confidence knowing that it's true in my heart. I am and will forever be a Christain women. Seeking and searching for Gods heart and never giving into the temptations that satan conflicts me with. Gosh that sounds so good.I just wish it was that easy to say. I feel like im falling. Megan left Tuesday morning and i don't know. I guess i just feel empty again. When she was home i just.... man...i just felt more at home. I hate her being away. The night before she left, we stayed up late eating ice cream bars and watching a Hillsong United video, just hanging. It was really nice and i guess im just missing moments.&lt;br /&gt;     Missing moments. That's it. Everything is passing me like a vapor and i can't fully comprehend all of my thoughts and actions because everything is moving so fast. Guys, i take my 5th out of 6 exams in high school. I never thought the day would come. Yes..these are going to be the most excruciating tests that i have ever taken and i think it's because i don't have one slack class. But yet....i sit revealing my thoughts to a computer. ha. how many people will read this?&lt;br /&gt;    So remember at the beginning of this when i said that i was going to stick to one main "emotion". Well, it seems as though i have driven all over the map. Whoops. I bet thats because my stories are phenominal.&lt;br /&gt;     So i want to skip back. I said i was falling. That was a lie. I am never falling. I have to remember that even though i might not see His foot prints in the sand next to mine, that doesn't mean He isn't there. He's the one with the foot prints....... carrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth.....goodnight..im whipped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;return to me&lt;/strong&gt;, declares the Lord Almighty, &lt;strong&gt;and i will return to you&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Zechariah 1: 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113660022543317763?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113660022543317763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113660022543317763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113660022543317763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113660022543317763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-how-should-i-start-out-this-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113614943026047871</id><published>2006-01-01T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:03:50.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if i did Americorp?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113614943026047871?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113614943026047871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113614943026047871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113614943026047871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113614943026047871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-if-i-did-americorp.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113595738554709670</id><published>2005-12-30T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:45:09.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000462.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000462.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000440.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000440.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/IM000439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/IM000439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha we were up late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113595738554709670?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113595738554709670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113595738554709670&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113595738554709670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113595738554709670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/12/ha-we-were-up-late-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113589993426857447</id><published>2005-12-29T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:08:25.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/shirt%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/shirt%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright..id have to admitt that im pretty gah-gah over this whole cell phone thing. But seriously, it's a pretty convenient device. Ha and i don't know what is so interesting that i need to be looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/shirt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/400/shirt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) :) this earns a double smily!!!!! i am sooo excited. Yeah we get presents we don't exacly think that we may use, and so we take them back ( hopefully). So i made like four stops today and one was at meijer to pick up some spaghetti, but i got distracted by the 75 percent off rack and then sqeaked my way over to find this! okay ha...im a dork but i am really excited. Maybe wear it to abigails tomorrow. okay you don't really care ha.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;katie k comes over tonight and we are getting CHANS....im ecstatic for chinese! it's been along time since i have come face to face with a good chans meal. hmmm...chinese. doesn't that just sound wonderful. We're watching crash too. I guess it's suppose to be......? like shocking or like a thinker! hmmm..not so sure but movies are fun.&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/19046406-113589993426857447?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113589993426857447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113589993426857447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113589993426857447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113589993426857447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/12/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113570658622421789</id><published>2005-12-27T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:11:10.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jessie and Eric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia ate chocolate!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/HP%2012-04%2001-05%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good game of spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more family comes today and then maybe some hanging with jodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you have verizon.....call me...mike did and i freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo...do it! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i still dont know how to title these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113570658622421789?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113570658622421789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113570658622421789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113570658622421789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113570658622421789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/12/grandma_113570658622421789.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113555018760018860</id><published>2005-12-25T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:36:27.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is my favorite....&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today. Ha...i've been lazing around in my jammies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps....i still don't know how to title these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss...my number is 598-1010  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113555018760018860?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113555018760018860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113555018760018860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113555018760018860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113555018760018860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113539170659267865</id><published>2005-12-23T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:35:06.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decoratethetree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headscratchesarenice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatthe....ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willyoucandycaneme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno....she'sdoneitagain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebodylovesbeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wemadecookiestoday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/1600/yup%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7192/1877/320/yup%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA...I.figured.out.how.to.update.this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.i.might.be.able.to.use.it.more.often.......maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy.sentances.are.awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry.Chirstmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveme  (lovemenot)...youbestloveme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113539170659267865?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113539170659267865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113539170659267865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113539170659267865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113539170659267865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/12/decoratethetree-headscratchesarenice.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113271298229014210</id><published>2005-11-23T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:29:42.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been so incredibly busy the last few days. In the last about 48 hours i have been home about 14 of them. I'd say thats pretty ridiculous. Lots of stuff has been going one and my schedule keeps getting more and more clenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first thing on my list:&lt;br /&gt;Play practice :)&lt;br /&gt;So plays been long and kind of boring the last few days just because I have to sit and analyze the play before she plugs us cool extras in. ha. Today's funny story was how Mike didn't know what to do when he had to grab a girl to sit on his lap. ha. but i didn't know what to do either. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: FORCE&lt;br /&gt;We had a 4 hour meeting today. WHOA...yeah it was long and because im the secratary i was taking notes the whole entire time. We granted out about 30,000 dollars today :) It was good. The next project is adopting a family. I am the leader for one of the families and im really excited. We get 5 hundred dollars to buy things for the family. The first time i did this Devin Mistry was the leader and now i am. Whoa thats weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Tennis&lt;br /&gt;ummm nothing to say about it besides.....i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm next: Homework&lt;br /&gt;I hate it and wish it would die. But.....i can offficially say it now. I skipped class! BETH MORRIS SKIPPED CLASS. I had a bio test this morning first hour and i was no where near ready. So I decided to ummm....sleep in. :) i am so rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEKEND: i am going to grand rapids. One of the best places ever. I get to make christmas cards, eat turkey, go shopping, and then ummmmmmm.....Mars Hill. Im pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...i just realized that this entry is tedious and not very, should i say beneficail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im going to go watch the office. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113271298229014210?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113271298229014210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113271298229014210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113271298229014210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113271298229014210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-has-been-so-incredibly-busy-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19046406.post-113240977767378146</id><published>2005-11-19T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:16:17.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got one of these things and im not very sure&lt;br /&gt;how to use it so bare with me.  Im headed out to&lt;br /&gt;a lego competition and then to midland to buy&lt;br /&gt;some sweet army pants so i will come back later&lt;br /&gt;to discover how to use this thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19046406-113240977767378146?l=armsopenwide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/feeds/113240977767378146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19046406&amp;postID=113240977767378146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113240977767378146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19046406/posts/default/113240977767378146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armsopenwide.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11029313144988730121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/bethanyjm/DSC01192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
