<?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-7424215277302577095</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:00:31.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in n.c.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarkville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7424215277302577095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarkville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383521018055016942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCsIGaRtjaE/SR8bdIOUD7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Jkdo6Sj4zLE/S220/skylar+storm+112.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424215277302577095.post-7584017173173586104</id><published>2007-07-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:21:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;somehow, it is always the middle of the night when i feel the urge to write.  though i really don't have anything of much significance to say.  a pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mark is @ work right now.  he goes in at 11:30 and comes home just in time for me to wake up in the morning.  :D  then i do stuff around the house all day while he is asleep.  i'm glad for the evenings when our schedules coincide, because as much as i love my pets, it is REALLY nice to talk to someone who can talk back!  and who doesn't bite and pull on your clothes and barf on the floor and chew on the wood and the cat and spill water all over the ground.  [[i love my puppy!!]]  i find myself online a lot at night, staying up till insane hours of the morning, then sleeping later just so i can sleep with mark.  it is a lot less aggravating to be on graveyard if i match my times up with his.  that way i don't feel like i never see him.  in fact, it is actually a blessing that i am not working [[out of the house]] right now so that i could get us settled and also be on a flexible schedule while he works this shift.  it is a bit odd, though, to spend most of your waking hours when it is dark outside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm really hoping to get a job soon.  i believe i'm being a bit picky in my selections.  i would really prefer a job that does not involve fast food or daycare or minimum wage [[which just happens to be about $5 here in good 'ol n.c.]].  maybe i'm not being THAT unreasonable.  :D  please pray that i will find [[and accept]] the job where God would have me to work right now.  in a way i am dreading going back to work.  i like to be at home, taking care of things for my family and having leisure time.  but on the other hand i would really like to meet some people and start establishing friendships, not to mention make some $$$.  because we all know that if i do that, i can come HOME and visit!!  [[my ultimate goal:D]]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God has been teaching me some tough lessons since i moved out here.  not all ones that i particularly wanted to learn, but nonetheless needed to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. total dependence on Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. resting in His promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. everything under the sun is meaningless [[so we should all live in WASHINGTON!]]  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.  my home, my family, my friends, my church, my job, my networks...none of these are accesible to me right now, being over 3,000 miles away at the moment.  these things and people mean so much to me and are such a part of me that it really shook me when i moved away.  i love phone calls, cards, pictures, but they do NOT replace the real thing.  i knew this before, but really realized when i left how much i depend on all of these things to "complete" my life.  i actually had to relearn how to live without them [[well, i am still inprocess]] and the biggest part of that is giving it all up to God.  He knows my heart, and how i am hurting and missing that which i love the most, but He is also the ONLY One who can fill that void in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2.  God promised me that He will never leave me or forsake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised that He will provide all my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised me that He will take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised to always watch over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised me LIFE when i don't feel i have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised me HOPE of eternal life with Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised me that when i trust and obey Him, i will be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     He promised me a FUTURE and a HOPE when i follow HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My soul can be at rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3.  it is TOO hot here!  96* is ONLY fun if there is a lake or a river or pool nearby and you are on vacation with the people you love.  somehow the heat is bearable then.  however, there is NO body of water, large or small, in my immediate vicinity which therefore means this heat is sinful and nobody wants to go out in it!  precisely why i NEED to come home to wonderful washington [[though i hear it has been pretty toasty there as well]] to cool down and chill with my peeps.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i am praying that i will be a truly JOYFUL person who does not rely on circumstantial happiness to make me feel "content."  i want to be happy in JESUS and have the joy of the LORD and enjoy the process!  i am thankful that He uses hard things in our lives to teach us and mold us into who He wants us to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for not having anything to say, this girl sure wrote a lot.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7424215277302577095-7584017173173586104?l=smarkville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarkville.blogspot.com/feeds/7584017173173586104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7424215277302577095&amp;postID=7584017173173586104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7424215277302577095/posts/default/7584017173173586104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7424215277302577095/posts/default/7584017173173586104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarkville.blogspot.com/2007/07/somehow-it-is-always-middle-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>sar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383521018055016942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCsIGaRtjaE/SR8bdIOUD7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Jkdo6Sj4zLE/S220/skylar+storm+112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424215277302577095.post-8384364946854657429</id><published>2007-07-12T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:25:33.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sCsIGaRtjaE/Rpb-j5ZbjRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xLzt8oIEr6A/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086532721817914642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sCsIGaRtjaE/Rpb-j5ZbjRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xLzt8oIEr6A/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alright, this is just the beginning of this blog stuff. i started out with myspace, then added facebook to accomodate my other friends, and now i have been talked into blogging too. i am actually creating this for SARAH ZIMMER, so that my pinkies can remain intact the next time i see her. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;unfortunately this is going to be a dull start here on blogspot, because it is 13 minutes into the AM, and i am TIRED! but i just had to seize the moment because i have been telling myself i would start this since before i moved! so here it is. and just for kicks, i will even add a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7424215277302577095-8384364946854657429?l=smarkville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smarkville.blogspot.com/feeds/8384364946854657429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7424215277302577095&amp;postID=8384364946854657429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7424215277302577095/posts/default/8384364946854657429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7424215277302577095/posts/default/8384364946854657429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smarkville.blogspot.com/2007/07/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>sar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09383521018055016942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCsIGaRtjaE/SR8bdIOUD7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Jkdo6Sj4zLE/S220/skylar+storm+112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sCsIGaRtjaE/Rpb-j5ZbjRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xLzt8oIEr6A/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
