<?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-1440246786321737179</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:45:29.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in the End. Love Wins.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-5695096243713533951</id><published>2010-11-21T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:17:45.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman To Be Praised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Tuesday, it will be two weeks since Grammy left this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it still feels like a dream. I'm just waiting to go to her house to find her laying on the couch asleep with the Game Show Network on. Or feeding Bitsy all of the food she doesn't want from the Inn. Or, even, Grammy on the ground after falling.. telling JT and me her guardian angel sent us to pick her up off the floor. I'm still waiting for her witty comments and her questions about what's going on in our lives. I just miss her.. Even the parts I wish I could forget, like the last few days of her life in the hospital. I miss that, too.&lt;br /&gt;Grammy was a woman of faith, hope, and love. She always tried to do the right thing. She loved everyone, no matter their past or circumstances. She defined Proverbs 31:10-31. As Proverbs 31:29 says, "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all," and she did. I did not even realize how many people my Grammy had touched until the past two weeks. She was amazing, and I was so blessed to know her.&lt;br /&gt;Grammy was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma when I was five. The doctor only gave her six months to live, but she asked him not to tell her how long she had. Grammy wanted to live out each day how it was supposed to be lived out. She ended up beating the cancer a few years after being diagnosed. She was my Super Woman. Throughout school, if I ever was assigned a paper about who inspired us or who we wanted to be like someday, I knew right off who I would write about: Grammy. Honestly, I don't remember Grammy ever being healthy. But despite her constant illnesses, she was the best Grammy in the world. She let me pet her "pug hair" when her hair was growing back after chemo, and let me give her medicine. I was her "Anna Cane." I would roll her walker while she had her hands on my shoulders. I'm sure it was an interesting sight to see. &lt;br /&gt;Grammy always supported me. Even if she couldn't come to my activities, she would ask how my performances or games went. My senior year, she came to almost every home game. She came to Muffins for Moms, she came to my graduation. She loved my heart for Honduras and was always asking how she could help. Oh, what a beautiful lady she was.&lt;br /&gt;All I keep thinking about is that I'm thankful she was such a big part of my life. I'm thankful for the all of the memories I can look back on.. like when she said to me when she had fallen, "Anna, I don't drink, but I'm drunk!" I'm thankful I get to be her namesake. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what happens after you die, but I'm pretty sure Grammy is hanging out with her family that has gone before her, joking up a storm, redecorating her mansion, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally free of pain&lt;/span&gt;, and, most importantly, with her Father. And in the midst of that, I know she's watching over me, still cheering me on and supporting me wholeheartedly. Someday, I'm going to see my Grammy again, no illness within her, and we will be together again, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8jhCnWKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kJvZmSfk4EM/s1600/me%2Band%2Bgrammy%2Blittle%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8jhCnWKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kJvZmSfk4EM/s320/me%2Band%2Bgrammy%2Blittle%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542238503551064226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8jcR3PNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ehqKQ2twpHQ/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8jcR3PNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ehqKQ2twpHQ/s320/28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542238502272842962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8izTnsjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/d4jcKfWb5u0/s1600/me%2Band%2Bgrammy%2Blittle%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8izTnsjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/d4jcKfWb5u0/s320/me%2Band%2Bgrammy%2Blittle%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542238491274359346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-5695096243713533951?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5695096243713533951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=5695096243713533951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5695096243713533951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5695096243713533951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/woman-to-be-praised.html' title='A Woman To Be Praised'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/TOn8jhCnWKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kJvZmSfk4EM/s72-c/me%2Band%2Bgrammy%2Blittle%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-73597745570413982</id><published>2010-05-22T13:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:19:07.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/S_gR-jC1HKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/11ESJzgLSEY/s1600/404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/S_gR-jC1HKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/11ESJzgLSEY/s320/404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474145113325509794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I graduated from Wood County Christian School with 24 other seniors. It was awesome :) I'm going to miss that place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-73597745570413982?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/73597745570413982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=73597745570413982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/73597745570413982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/73597745570413982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-night-i-graduated-from-wood-county.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/S_gR-jC1HKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/11ESJzgLSEY/s72-c/404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3334009586564913584</id><published>2010-03-28T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:21:51.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church</title><content type='html'>I have talked about the Church before on here.. It's one of my main soapboxes, really. I feel like the family of God hasn't even begun to reach her fully capability: what God actually wants us to be. But for the past few years, all I've done is criticize and scrutinize the Church. Congregations in this area, particularly. Most of the time I'm just frustrated: frustrated with the leadership, frustrated with individual members who claim to follow the Way but don't live like it, frustrated with what we think is "important" like making our church pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it became time to start seriously considering where I wanted to go to college, one of my main reasons for wanting to go away for school was to attend a different church. I had even looked into a few churches I wanted to visit in Kentucky and Nashville. But after much prayer and telling God I would do what He wanted instead of do what I wanted, I decided on the college I swore I would never attend: Ohio Valley University. God really has a sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have decided to stay around here, I've dealt with the realization that I'll probably be going to the same church for however long. And it's now that I've grasped that I decide whether I enjoy my congregation or not. I can look at all the bad things, or I can look at all the positive things my congregation does. I can see where I think we have failed miserably, or I can see how we have changed and affected this community for the better. If I do want to complain about something, I need to make my thoughts known and try to change the issue. And trust me, I know there will be things I will not agree with in the future. But, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;complaining does absolutely nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminded recently that the body of Christ is made up of humans: people who mess up constantly. So obviously, the Church isn't going to be exactly what she's supposed to be, but we can work toward that goal for the rest of eternity. Together. Because we are a family with all of our problems. But family sticks together through the good, the bad and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my statement -- I will have hope for Christ's body: that we will live as God's chosen people, that we will love each other despite our differences, that we will all work toward the same goal. God created this family for our betterment, and I need to be thankful for this blessing of community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3334009586564913584?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3334009586564913584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3334009586564913584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3334009586564913584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3334009586564913584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2010/03/church.html' title='The Church'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7320745691548817282</id><published>2010-01-02T00:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:02:01.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, I stink at updating.. I apologize. So, 2009 is over. Where the heck did that year go? It was a great year, I'd say. Well, other than having to leave Honduras because of a political crisis and having the swine flu.. bah. What's not normal about that? So here's the year in a nut shell:&lt;br /&gt;- God taught me how to trust him through the tough times.&lt;br /&gt;- I grew closer to many friends.&lt;br /&gt;- I lost contact with a few people (sad, but true).&lt;br /&gt;- I played Varsity basketball at WCCS and loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;- I attended WCCS and actually semi-enjoyed school. Crazy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;- I traveled to many places this year: Honduras, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, Hilton Head, Pensacola, Bob Jones University (Baptist Communist College), Pigeon Forge, and many more places.&lt;br /&gt;- I was able to serve in the country of Honduras for three and a half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;- I had to leave Honduras due to a political crisis.&lt;br /&gt;- I attempted to raise a baby bird named Stanley. He survived two days with me.. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Banquet and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;- My grandparents moved to our town, which is such a blessing. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;- I counseled at Camp Manatawny.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Pitman, New Jersey on a mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;- I became obsessed with One Tree Hill. Do not judge me.&lt;br /&gt;- I was the Libero Tracker for WCCS Varsity volleyball. Doesn't that sound awesome?&lt;br /&gt;- I was honored to be in my very special friend, Donna's, wedding when she married Mr. Brian in November!&lt;br /&gt;- My best friend moved back here to go to school, but Samalina decided to move back to Honduras in December. Jealous!&lt;br /&gt;- I went to cool things like God's Girls and Awaken Student Conference.&lt;br /&gt;- I was on Homecoming Court. Yay for getting to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Mountainer Christian Youth Camp for my thirteenth year. I just can't get enough of that place.&lt;br /&gt;- I celebrated Thanksgiving in August and Independence Day on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;- I goofed off, laughed a lot and made a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;- I made a ton of mistakes, but few regrets.&lt;br /&gt;- I learned a lot of life lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I looking forward to in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully winning basketball states! Whether we do that or not, enjoying my last season of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;- Turning 18. Then, I can buy cigarettes and porn, play the lottery, and vote! Don't worry.. I won't be doing the first three. ;)&lt;br /&gt;- I'll be graduating on May 21st. Hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;- Leading another team to Honduras and staying for an extended period.&lt;br /&gt;- Counseling at Camp Manatawny.&lt;br /&gt;- Starting college at ?? (I'll update about that soon)&lt;br /&gt;- Living life to the fullest and enjoying time with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;- Growing more into the person God created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long 2009. Let's get the 2010 party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless this year for you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7hJLlhoiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/efloUtoNqbY/s1600-h/DSCN0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7hJLlhoiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/efloUtoNqbY/s320/DSCN0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422018549245911586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7hIyfR_0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rcwtYJRie_8/s1600-h/n1378342454_277489_6544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7hIyfR_0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/rcwtYJRie_8/s320/n1378342454_277489_6544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422018542508834626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7hImf6u6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/4AY5KZNrhvE/s1600-h/100_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7fwQrTf3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/dMU3c-cknXw/s320/Honduras+%270p+293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422017021603970930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7320745691548817282?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7320745691548817282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7320745691548817282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7320745691548817282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7320745691548817282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sz7hJLlhoiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/efloUtoNqbY/s72-c/DSCN0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6728881901164941008</id><published>2009-09-03T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:18:11.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Norm</title><content type='html'>The norm that we have made up for our lives is odd. Think about it. What's the norm?&lt;br /&gt;You go to school from the age of 5 (or 3 if you go the Nursery School route) to 18. Then, you graduate and go to college. That's what's expected. People assume graduates are going to college. And what's after college? Well, you get a job that probably doesn't pay much to start off, get married, and start having babies. You work the rest of your life, your kids start to grow and the cycle starts all over again. We're so predictable. And so far, I fit the mold, and my plans for the future fit the mold. Those who live in this mold, nothing is wrong with that. If God has called you to that, awesome. Follow His voice. I just think some of us hear God whispering us to go a different route that may not be the norm. We're afraid of the scrutiny that will come with not going on the "right" way, so we stop listening to the quite voice. God is calling some of us to be teachers, accountants, and those types of occupations, but He's the same God that calls some to be international missionaries, to work in homeless shelters, to start organizations to stop human trafficking. Those of you who are doing what God has called you to do, be a light in the darkness. Be a blessing because He has blessed you.&lt;br /&gt;And for those who have no earthly idea what He wants for your life (I'm in this category). Listen to His voice. Don't just follow the norm because that's what everyone expects. If what He's calling you to do is scary, step out in faith, convicted that God will be faithful and will have His hand of protection covering you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6728881901164941008?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6728881901164941008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6728881901164941008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6728881901164941008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6728881901164941008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/norm.html' title='The Norm'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3954453817243657362</id><published>2009-08-20T22:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:44:34.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School...</title><content type='html'>Ugh! It's here! School starts tomorrow. I don't want it to start and I'm ready for it to start all at the same time. It's probably because it's my senior year. Praise God from whom all blessings flow, amen! This year's schedule is still unfinished.. I have two periods of nothing as of today. And I praise God for that, too. Last year was hard.. and the Lord knows I already have a case of senioritis. I don't need to have too much work. So basically, what I'm saying is that I want to be lazy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. there are many things I need to update about concerning the summer. The summer didn't go how I expected it to go, but it was still such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed since I can't sleep in.. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3954453817243657362?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3954453817243657362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3954453817243657362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3954453817243657362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3954453817243657362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3341462376593518354</id><published>2009-07-18T00:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:13:57.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Times..</title><content type='html'>Hi friends! For the three of you who actually read this, here's a quick post. I just got home from a "tour".. really, it feels like it was. Sam and I have been to six states in the past two weeks. A bit ridiculous.. but so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Manatawny rocked out! For real.. I loved every minute of it.. I'm already planning to counsel again next year. I'll update more about my experience another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Trip was, also, a lot of fun. We had about 70 kids come to VBS. We went to Philadelphia and New York City, which was awesome. Sam and I left our houses at 4:15 this morning to head to Ocean City, New Jersey and watched the sunrise. It was beautiful! God is so good.. and his creation is amazing. I've become more and more in awe of his handiwork these past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home around seven today, and headed to a party for the Larios family (Gina's family). They flew to the States two weeks ago since things are so uncertain right now in Honduras. A group of about forty of us who have fallen in love with Honduras and its people got together to pray over Papi, Mami, Gina, Chachi, Saul and the country. Please continue to pray for the country.. Like I said before, things are so uncertain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, I'm headed off again to Mountaineer Christian Youth Camp. It's going to be my thirteenth year. Heck, I'm getting old! I'm so excited.. that place has been a huge part of my childhood and my journey with Christ. It's made a huge impact on this girl's heart over the years. Please pray that lives will be changed this week and that God will move in mighty ways! I think this year will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Enjoy your summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3341462376593518354?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3341462376593518354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3341462376593518354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3341462376593518354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3341462376593518354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy Times..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6750777532401444557</id><published>2009-07-02T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:02:13.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Heart Is</title><content type='html'>I flew back to West Virginia last Saturday. There are government issues going on in Honduras. If you've watched the news long enough to hear about Michael Jackson, right after that is when they talk about Honduras. Honduras is a small country, obviously not important. Sarcasm? Yes. And when the media does talk about Honduras, it amazes me how they twist the story. Honestly amazing. Do your research, but keep in mind Mel Zelaya is a twisted, awful man. I do pray God can somehow get ahold of that man's heart and change his ways... open his eyes to the ways he has hurt the people he was put in charge of helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many feelings I have right now. I long to be back in Honduras wrestling with Francisco, playing baseball and hugging Antonio, watching Alvin and the Chipmunks in Spanish with Mario, beating Marvin and Yovani at Mario Kart, playing Tripley with Gina and Chachi, having devotionals under the Jesus Statue, holding a child's hand just because they want someone to love on them. I can't begin to tell you how much this hurts. And to know that all I can do is sit in my safe, warm house in America and pray that somehow this all is resolved peacefully. I hate that I have the option to fly to a safe country while others aren't lucky enough to have that choice. Why me? I'm frustrated. I have guilt. So many emotions. And my way of handling all these feelings is to plan something for every minute of every day so I don't think about it. And that is going to bite me in the tail by the end of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you say your prayers throughout the day, remember those of us who had to leave the country where our hearts still long to be. Pray for the world leaders, that their eyes might be open to see what the people of Honduras need. Pray that this mess will be worked out peacefully. Most importantly, pray for the Hondurans. Pray that God will put a shield around them and protect them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to counsel at Camp Manatawny in Pennsylvania until next Saturday. Then, I'm going straight from camp to New Jersey to meet the youth group for a mission trip for another week. Oh, and then the 19th, I have my church camp. Like I said.. keeping myself busy. Please pray that God will use me in mighty ways on these trips, and that God will move mountains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6750777532401444557?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6750777532401444557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6750777532401444557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6750777532401444557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6750777532401444557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home Is Where The Heart Is'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-4467441759508789789</id><published>2009-06-17T18:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:26:51.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Fighting For Us</title><content type='html'>The group has come and gone. Time flies by.. Our team this year was amazing. I don't know what else I can say about them. They made our jobs much easier and I am grateful to no end. If you want to see what we did this week, please visit our blog. Jill and EJ did a great job keeping our friends and family back home informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick story that shows how much the group did impact these people. Los Pinos is a little village in Honduras that is very poor, but has a pretty strong church. We went to church there the Sunday the group was here, did home repairs, and built two houses. We, also, had people from the village come to the Jesus Statue with us Tuesday night and have dinner and worship with us. Our group loved on those people and kids like none other. Two girls from Los Pinos told a few of our group members that they would come to the airport Saturday to see us off. Now, kids say the darnest things, you know, so we kind of brushed it off. Low and behold, Saturday, maybe a minute after we pulled up, the girls and some other kids came over to hug us and help the team carry their luggage. They had taken a bus to the airport to see us! It was crazy, really. They stayed and watched the team walk through security and cried their little eyes out. They were so upset to see them go. After the group was gone and all of us were done with our tears, they stayed until the remainder of us left. Ebony and Josalin asked me when I was leaving, and they told me they would come see me leave, too. And now, I would not be surprised in the least if they came. God connects His people in amazing ways.. I don't think our team, or those kids will ever forget each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the team is gone, I've been doing work with Sam, Jen, and David. It has been a blessing to work with them. They give their all for these people. Please keep their ministry in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here until July 15th. I'll update again soon and let you know what we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltVfhGLsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gcVnJrEtMy0/s1600-h/RSCN1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltVfhGLsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gcVnJrEtMy0/s320/RSCN1033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348426248484171458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltVJezh2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/epe22yDaILA/s1600-h/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltVJezh2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/epe22yDaILA/s320/DSCN0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348426242568980322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltUpqA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/a_ZFW6iorGk/s1600-h/P1040254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltUpqA-ZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/a_ZFW6iorGk/s320/P1040254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348426234026064274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltURO09GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MXVyGaSlTU8/s1600-h/DSCN0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltURO09GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MXVyGaSlTU8/s320/DSCN0762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348426227469579362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltUCF3fcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WWULvOgkk5Q/s1600-h/DSCN0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltUCF3fcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WWULvOgkk5Q/s320/DSCN0746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348426223405465026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-4467441759508789789?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4467441759508789789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=4467441759508789789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4467441759508789789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4467441759508789789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-is-fighting-for-us.html' title='God Is Fighting For Us'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SjltVfhGLsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gcVnJrEtMy0/s72-c/RSCN1033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2380841177429656137</id><published>2009-05-30T11:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:19:04.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out for the Summer!</title><content type='html'>The last day of school was yesterday. We went to breakfast, and then to city park until noon. It was disgusting and wet, so some of us just played some games under a shelter. It was fun though. So, basically, I'm a senior now. How crazy is that?? I've been waiting to be a senior for many years, as most children do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is where the fun and excitement really begins! Donna and I are now trying to tie up all the loose ends and get everything prepared for our departure to Honduras early next Saturday morning. I can't believe it's already that time! This week, I'll basically be spending most of my time getting packed for Honduras. I'll be staying for an extra four and a half weeks after the group leaves. Yep, I get to be with my best friend from June 6th until June 15th. That's exciting :) I'm really excited about what God has in store for the Grand Central team, and also for the group that will be staying at Sam, Jen and David's house afterward. Heather and Amy Stewart, two longtime family who we go to church camp with, will be joining us for the last two weeks I'm there. It'll be awesome to share in their experiences for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep all of us in your prayers. Pray that God will work through the team to be His hands and feet, and share the life changing story of what His Son did for all of us. And pray for Donna and me, that we will lead well and do everything God wants us to. Also, keep the people who are full time missionaries in Honduras, who do for a living what our group does for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be it from me until after the Grand Central team leaves.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read what our group is doing, click the first link on the side "GC Honduras Mission Team". Leave comments if you want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoys their first few weeks of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2380841177429656137?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2380841177429656137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2380841177429656137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2380841177429656137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2380841177429656137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for the Summer!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-247907521466482963</id><published>2009-05-22T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:52:01.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews 10:23</title><content type='html'>Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-247907521466482963?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/247907521466482963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=247907521466482963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/247907521466482963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/247907521466482963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hebrews-1023.html' title='Hebrews 10:23'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-4735084048423534379</id><published>2009-05-16T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:36:28.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p9NnGqFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dLcD5HhTfKA/s1600-h/DSCN0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p9NnGqFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dLcD5HhTfKA/s320/DSCN0579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600583803938898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p8xL-w4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/sxNHuZ441A0/s1600-h/DSCN0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p8xL-w4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/sxNHuZ441A0/s320/DSCN0556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600576173982594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p817OylI/AAAAAAAAAN8/orvzm2Xe3Ww/s1600-h/DSCN0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p817OylI/AAAAAAAAAN8/orvzm2Xe3Ww/s320/DSCN0517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600577445907026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hectic and busy, and well, crazy. It always is. Today I slept basically all day after being up all night from taking JT and Sam to Columbus to leave for Honduras. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Tuesday, I found a baby bird that had just fallen out of his nest. It was on our dog chain and we were taking care of Leah's dog, that's from Satan, while she and Cory were on vacation. I knew Bear would eat it if she saw it. So, JT and I took care of him. I named him Stanley after Stanley on The Office. Anyway.. he seemed to be doing very well.. I got up at three in the morning to feed him. Friday, he stopped eating and chirping. And he chirped a lot.. I went to school and heard Stanley chirping wherever I went. Stanley passed on Friday night. It was a little sad, but I expected it to happen. Rest in Peace Stubborn Stanley. You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was our school's banquet. That's right, we do banquet instead of prom. We can't have any dancing, you know. That leads to other naughty things. ;) I went with Jake from church. We had a fun time. And we looked pretty nice, if I do say so myself. That was a fun night.. and the weeks before that night were stressful, but it turned out nicely. But thank you Jesus it's over with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was offered two jobs last week. One job was in Charleston, so she'd have to drive five days a week and the other was at WVU-P. Mom took the WVU-P position. I'm happy for her! I'm praying she enjoys it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was in town for three weeks and just left this morning to go home. We had a lot of fun together. She's a great sister and friend, and I love her to death! And in three more weeks, the team will be leaving for Honduras. And guess who is staying for four and a half weeks after the team leaves? This girl. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so excited to see how God will work through us while we are there. He always goes over and beyond what anyone expects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.. These next few weeks will be filled with getting ready for the Honduras trip and finishing school in two weeks. And then I'm a Senior. Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-4735084048423534379?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4735084048423534379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=4735084048423534379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4735084048423534379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4735084048423534379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-crazy.html' title='Life Is Crazy'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/Sg9p9NnGqFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dLcD5HhTfKA/s72-c/DSCN0579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8839849008650805059</id><published>2009-04-27T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:58:11.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SfYOQ1c7MTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mx0ab4pk2hg/s1600-h/RSCN0501%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SfYOQ1c7MTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mx0ab4pk2hg/s320/RSCN0501%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329462891428655410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school is in the middle of putting together a new jungle gym for the younger kids. I thought this slide was interesting. Note, they tried to make the landing a little better by putting what else but a picnic table under it. That'll help break the fall, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8839849008650805059?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8839849008650805059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8839849008650805059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8839849008650805059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8839849008650805059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/04/slide-fail.html' title='Slide Fail'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SfYOQ1c7MTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mx0ab4pk2hg/s72-c/RSCN0501%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3543342173812086105</id><published>2009-04-10T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:16:05.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner</title><content type='html'>I've been a huge fan of the NOOMA films for a few years now. I think Rob Bell is brilliant. The newest video, "Corner", discusses God's unfair grace. Anyway, I love it. Watch it &lt;a href="http://premiere.flannel.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, This is Compassion International's &lt;a href="http://www.marketwire.com/press-release/Compassion-International-971304.html"&gt;press release&lt;/a&gt; on "Corner".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3543342173812086105?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3543342173812086105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3543342173812086105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3543342173812086105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3543342173812086105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/04/corner.html' title='Corner'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7699158796835046331</id><published>2009-03-23T17:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:33:21.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God the Tester?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Genesis 22:1-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read the story who knows how many times of God telling Abraham to sacrifice his son, Isaac. First off, I think it's so funny that we tell these kinds of stories to our children in Bible Class on flannel boards when they're like five years old. Anyway... the past few times when I've read this story, it just leaves me unsettled. It makes me view God as this Tester. And I'm not a fan of viewing him like that.. Like if my friend made me do something to see how good of a friend I am, I would not be a happy camper with her. You know what I mean? I don't want God to have to test me to find out how much I love him or fear him, as He did with Abraham. Which maybe that means I have to show how much I love him.. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts? How do you view this story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7699158796835046331?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7699158796835046331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7699158796835046331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7699158796835046331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7699158796835046331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-tester.html' title='God the Tester?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-5547159655924707829</id><published>2009-03-06T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:54:25.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SbGNZ9Oq_OI/AAAAAAAAANI/83AoBuxRCuQ/s1600-h/DSCN0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SbGNZ9Oq_OI/AAAAAAAAANI/83AoBuxRCuQ/s320/DSCN0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310180912718871778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SbGNZkar4II/AAAAAAAAANA/LOQ6RLPNx0M/s1600-h/DSCN0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SbGNZkar4II/AAAAAAAAANA/LOQ6RLPNx0M/s320/DSCN0230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310180906058375298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. what's happened in the world of Anna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball is over. We ended up getting third place. We were the number one seed, but we just couldn't make anything. But luckily for us, no one is graduating so hopefully next year we'll win :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned a few posts ago that I was planning on going to college next year. Well, things change and now I will be attending WCCS next year. Honestly, I'm totally fine with it. I have more options for college now and what not and that excites me. I'm looking at Kentucky Christian, but we'll see what God has in store for me. He's already changed my plans a few times, if you couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honduras is just around the corner! In three months from today we will be leaving for Honduras. It's crazy. I am so excited and hoping I receive all the funds I need to stay for the five weeks I'm planning on. And so we pray.. God is faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-5547159655924707829?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5547159655924707829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=5547159655924707829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5547159655924707829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5547159655924707829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-and-such.html' title='Life and Such'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SbGNZ9Oq_OI/AAAAAAAAANI/83AoBuxRCuQ/s72-c/DSCN0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6877076457249602687</id><published>2009-02-24T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:43:20.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorry, I'm an awful blogger. I really do plan on updating about life and such soon.. Things are just very hectic! (What's new?) Anyway, here's a song that was in the movie Fireproof (which to my surprise, was pretty good) and I fell in love with it. So thank you John Waller ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Takeing every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve you while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6877076457249602687?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6877076457249602687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6877076457249602687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6877076457249602687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6877076457249602687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m Waiting'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8740140094548776100</id><published>2009-01-04T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:07:59.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Out 2008!</title><content type='html'>2008 has officially been over for four days now.This past year was filled with ups and downs. It feels like way more downs than ups, but you have those years. Here are some of the highlights (or lowlights, if you can call them that) of 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been going to WCCS for over a year now. I'm blessed to be going there. &lt;br /&gt;- Many people who are close to my heart have moved this past year : Hannah, The Ellis Family, Allison, The Lombard Family, and Sam. I've probably missed someone because the number of people is pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;- In February, Winterfest was awesome. The lessons totally spoke to my heart. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;- In April, the big 16 birthday was this year! I can now.. um do everything I did before. And drive. That's a nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;- The basketball team got third place at states and I got on the All-Tournament team in February. And this year's basketball season started in November. I'm looking forward to seeing how the rest of the season goes.&lt;br /&gt;- In May, I had a bad allergic reaction to a cookie with nuts in it and ended up at the emergency room. What an eventful evening that was..&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin, Tifani, got married in May and my sister got married in August. I have a brother-in-law. That's still so weird.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Honduras for three and a half weeks in June and it changed my life. The kids at Casa have a big chunk of my heart with them.&lt;br /&gt;- Rachel and I took a trip to South Carolina to visit the Ellis Fam in July. It was great seeing Adam, Dana, Emma and Chloe again. If I haven't mentioned it lately, I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;- Church Camp was interesting, but so good to be around some girls who are striving for the same things and dealing with similar struggles. One of my favorite memories is singing with the girls on the top of the hill. Unforgettable. &lt;br /&gt;- My family has dealt with the illnesses of Grammy and Grampy basically all year. It has been a struggle. I would be lying if I told you otherwise. But God is wonderful and has helped them each time.&lt;br /&gt;- Donna, Sam, Denni and I went to God's Girls in October like we did the previous year. Fun times with fetus babies. Can I get a "Yeah!"?&lt;br /&gt;- Thanksgiving and Christmas were both great times to see family, as they are every year. I'm blessed with such a good family.&lt;br /&gt;- My mom's friend, who was like a brother to her, Tim Wiblin passed away last week. That has been rough for many people. Please keep his family in your prayers still. &lt;br /&gt;- I've gotten to chill with a lot of people this year, and grow closer to many. There have been so many good and funny times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm hoping and looking forward to in 2009:&lt;br /&gt;- Going to Honduras for six weeks&lt;br /&gt;- Starting my senior year of high school or starting my freshman year of college (I have no idea what I'm doing now)&lt;br /&gt;- Growing in my faith&lt;br /&gt;- Making my relationships stronger&lt;br /&gt;- Making a difference in people's lives&lt;br /&gt;- Being a blessing because I have been so blessed&lt;br /&gt;- Not being born again lazy, but actually getting out and doing something with my life, time and energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to see what 2009 has in store for everyone around me. I hope more ups than downs.. I'm praying for that anyway. May you have a blessed year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8740140094548776100?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8740140094548776100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8740140094548776100&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8740140094548776100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8740140094548776100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace-out-2008.html' title='Peace Out 2008!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-5521358844037614042</id><published>2008-12-18T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:43:36.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick!</title><content type='html'>I have strep throat. It's gross and I don't feel good. I will have only been at school one day this week when the week is over. And I can't play basketball until Monday which means I'll miss a game tonight and Saturday. It stinks.. If I don't feel better within the next three or four days I have to go back in to get tested for mono. So if you could be praying I recover soon, I would appreciate it greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-5521358844037614042?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5521358844037614042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=5521358844037614042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5521358844037614042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5521358844037614042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2056945645468412998</id><published>2008-12-10T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:06.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball and School</title><content type='html'>Basketball has started up. We've had two games and won both of them. The first game we won by thirty and the second game we won by thirteen. I had sixteen points the first game and fourteen the second, and I'm definitely happy with that. I'm really loving the group this year. We all get along well and actually enjoying the time we spend together. Kara, Tiffany, and I are captains again. We're heading to Bob Jones University (Ick) in January for a tournament. Hopefully I'll be able to see some friends while I'm there :) Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next three months of basketball, and making the best of it since it will be my last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told quite a few people, so why not tell the whole world on my blog. As of today, I'm heading to OVU next year. That's right. I'm skipping my senior year and going to college a year early full time. I'm pretty excited about it. I'm going to miss Wood County Christian, for sure. But I know there's a lot in store for me in the next few years of college. I've made this decision because I hate school. Really, I can't tell you how much I dread it. And also, I feel I'm supposed to be in Honduras and I can't do that until I graduate from college. So even though this is only taking a year off of that time, it's still one year less. It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have something "amazing" to blog about someday, I'm sure. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2056945645468412998?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2056945645468412998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2056945645468412998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2056945645468412998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2056945645468412998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/12/basketball-and-school.html' title='Basketball and School'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7306429339001005823</id><published>2008-11-21T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:27:37.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Actress Is Back!</title><content type='html'>Every year an acting group comes to Parkersburg to do a play with children from kindergarten to seniors in five short days. They audition Monday and Saturday is the show. When I was in second grade, I tried out for the play "Sleeping Beauty" they were doing. I made it and was Maid Number One. I was so important. I had one line and had the other maids out when it was time to go. Let me tell you, that's some pressure for a second grader! The next year, I made it again in "Treasure Island". I was a towns person and once again had a whole one line. Like I said, I'm an important person when I'm in plays. I do my one lines well! The next two years I tried out for the plays and didn't make it. I decided my acting days were over... My dreams were crushed. Not once, but twice. Sad day..&lt;br /&gt;Our school does a school play every year, and last year I decided not to do it. But I decided this year I would do it seeing it might be my last time (another blog for another day) to do it. I told the teachers straight up I didn't want a speaking part. I'll be on stage and that's about all they were going to get. Well, they betrayed me and gave me guess how many lines? ONE! A whole one! I wanted none! Those teachers.. they're sneaky ones.. "The weather always spoils everything!" That's the line. Crap, I shouldn't have told you.. please come still see the play. I'll sell you tickets. Oh, and my name? "Another Woman". That's it. Don't confuse that with the OTHER woman.&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentlemen, this is my return debut to acting in "The Other Wise Man". December 5th at my school. Come and watch me say my one liner wonderfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7306429339001005823?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7306429339001005823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7306429339001005823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7306429339001005823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7306429339001005823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/actress-is-back.html' title='The Actress Is Back!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3347064411986930604</id><published>2008-11-16T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:15:09.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSqOkkGMI/AAAAAAAAALM/loB7g-OFMlc/s1600-h/n829530057_3242901_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSqOkkGMI/AAAAAAAAALM/loB7g-OFMlc/s320/n829530057_3242901_1823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443186931275970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSphSd2VI/AAAAAAAAALE/wMzpRIrJPzA/s1600-h/n829530057_3237890_2582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSphSd2VI/AAAAAAAAALE/wMzpRIrJPzA/s320/n829530057_3237890_2582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443174775773522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSpSg1TLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lhwlo8j49Bo/s1600-h/n829530057_3238325_8129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSpSg1TLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lhwlo8j49Bo/s320/n829530057_3238325_8129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443170809498802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSo4VQbkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jG3MJDATR6E/s1600-h/n829530057_3524385_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSo4VQbkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jG3MJDATR6E/s320/n829530057_3524385_2004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269443163781623362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been around six months since I landed in Honduras this past summer. I tell you time flies by, doesn't it? There's not a day that passes by that the people in Honduras don't run through my mind. Whether it's the Garcias, Brayan, Katty or one of the people I met on the side of a mountain. Not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day passes that I don't think and pray for them. I would do anything to be in that country right now. To jump rope with some kids, to go to the pulperia, to watch a movie with the kids, to listen to Fernando say a prayer for the food, to cook french toast for the kids, to hand a woman a bag of food that will feed her family for two weeks, to visit moms with newborn babies at Hospital Escuela, to be with my friends who are full time missionaries, to hug Brayan. I would do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3347064411986930604?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3347064411986930604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3347064411986930604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3347064411986930604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3347064411986930604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/six-months.html' title='Six Months'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SSDSqOkkGMI/AAAAAAAAALM/loB7g-OFMlc/s72-c/n829530057_3242901_1823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7210912575162026842</id><published>2008-11-09T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:37:35.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you need a good laugh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1kjkUAA9VM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1kjkUAA9VM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7210912575162026842?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7210912575162026842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7210912575162026842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7210912575162026842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7210912575162026842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-need-good-laugh.html' title='If you need a good laugh..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1258011036651803184</id><published>2008-11-02T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:11:31.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Times</title><content type='html'>I don't know who reads this, but for those two who do, I'm sorry I have been such a bad blogger. Life is crazy busy, and I know it's like that for all of us. So here's some things that are going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend went back to Honduras Friday. Sam's mom, Erica and I drove Sam to Columbus Thursday night.. it was sad. :( I miss her a lot. I'm trying to keep myself more busy so I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why not be more busy than with basketball?? Yes, basketball starts tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh Tomorrow&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. We're all praying I don't fall over and have a heart attack to be totally honest. ;) So join in prayer about that! It should be a fun season. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is doing pretty well. Leah and Cory got a black puppy Pomeranian. Her name is Bear. She is the cutest thing alive. So yep, I'm an aunt. Grampy has been in the hospital on and off. Be praying for him, please. We would all appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my life in a nutshell.. I know you guys wanted to be informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-1258011036651803184?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1258011036651803184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1258011036651803184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1258011036651803184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1258011036651803184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy Times'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-5869692056273903323</id><published>2008-10-21T15:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:37:57.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend..</title><content type='html'>I have a friend. Actually, she's a sister now. Some of you may know her. Her name is Sam. :) We've been friends for about four years now. It all started with a song.. not the most Christian song in the world. haha. Oh fun times.. We've had some crazy times over the years, but great times. We connect on a much deeper level than I do with anyone else. We don't agree on everything, but it's pretty darn (man, twenty five cents) close to everything. Just today we said the exact same thing about five times. Like simultaneously saying "Ew! My hair! Whoa.." Hilarious! We're pretty much connected at the hip, when we're not in different countries anyway. Mama Dot (Sam's grandma) and Bill call us Samananna because whenever you see Sam coming through her door, I'm not far behind. You'd think we'd get tired of each other, but that usually doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;  I'd say the past two years have been when we've grown the closest together and part of it is because we share a common in life. And I think God has placed a desire in both of our hearts to be missionaries in Honduras (which Sam is already doing. Hey sister, I'll be there soon enough! Ok.. like five years.. whatever!). She dragged me along, well I willingly went, to Honduras two years ago and a big part of my heart is still there with some kids. It's her fault I'm obsessed people! Blame her!&lt;br /&gt;  Like I said before, Sam now lives in Honduras. And though the thousands of miles that are between Honduras and West Virginia would make some friends grow apart, not Sam and Anna. :) I tell you, I think we've grown closer because of it. I'm so proud of her for following God's dream for her life, because I think many people 1- don't try to listen for God's purpose for their life and 2-when they do listen and know, they decide not to follow it. I always feel weird saying I'm proud of people who are older than me, but really, I couldn't be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; proud of her. I've seen her in her element, and that's a cool thing to watch God working through her. She lights up whenever she talks about her home in Honduras, and she wouldn't change what she's doing right now for anything. She's doing what she's supposed to do, I know that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;   Be praying for her and the ministry she's starting with my other friends, Jen and David. She's doing awesome things.. maybe you can go check them out for yourself one of these days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samalina--&lt;br /&gt;You are the greatest friend/sister a girl could ask for. Thanks for always being there for me. It's been amazing watching God reveal His glory through you and the work you do in Honduras. You've got some fantastic things in store for you! I'm so proud of you for following your heart and the dreams God has placed inside of you. I'm going to miss you while you're gone, but know I'm always a phone call, instant message, or text message(shh! don't tell my dad!) away. I love you dearly. Philippians 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-5869692056273903323?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5869692056273903323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=5869692056273903323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5869692056273903323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5869692056273903323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-friend.html' title='My Friend..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3790195029898567507</id><published>2008-10-02T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:45:11.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/wyUOSXxioQGZEeIn9cTcyw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/wyUOSXxioQGZEeIn9cTcyw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="430" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video cracks me up every time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3790195029898567507?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3790195029898567507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3790195029898567507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3790195029898567507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3790195029898567507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2784382737174608027</id><published>2008-09-30T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:27:06.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>I wrote a extended definition paper on the word "hope". It was harder than I expected. I feel like we don't talk about hope enough. Why do Christians hope? What do we hope for? I have my own answers for these questions, but what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2784382737174608027?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2784382737174608027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2784382737174608027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2784382737174608027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2784382737174608027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3322313209539180363</id><published>2008-09-21T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:21:05.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethany Dillon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_Ikwz1zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ML0blZekG_o/s1600-h/n674203664_1373517_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_Ikwz1zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ML0blZekG_o/s320/n674203664_1373517_2206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248662938519328562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_Iohxl7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OnFDJ4cdTxs/s1600-h/n674203664_1373500_6745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_Iohxl7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OnFDJ4cdTxs/s320/n674203664_1373500_6745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248662939530008498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_I1ZD-NI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wcTEQO_LPUE/s1600-h/n674203664_1373507_8949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_I1ZD-NI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wcTEQO_LPUE/s320/n674203664_1373507_8949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248662942983125202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sam, Rachel, Katie and I headed up to Dublin, Ohio to see Bethany Dillon. Rachel and I have loved her since seventh grade, so we were pumped about finally getting to see and hopefully meet the girl! There were, at the most, one hundred people there. It was an acoustic night at the church we were at, so it was mellow and cool. I loved it. And I loved PW Gopal who opened up for her. His voice was kind of a mix between Mark Harris and Todd Agnew. Loveliness... Anyway, back to Bethany. I love her. Her songs are amazing.. and the fact that she started writing such deep songs at the age of 15 astounds me. Honestly, she is a smart cookie. She's turning twenty tomorrow and she's already married and just way wise beyond her years. When we got at the church, the lady told us she had walked through the front doors about twenty minutes before us. She's a humble young lady, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to meet her after the show and chat with her for a second. I got a picture with her and a picture signed. She is neat.. I can't wait to see what God has in store for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tonight, I went to a Chris Sligh concert. Amazing! He rocks! I love his fro... I want to grow one now.. though a blond fro might be a little funky. I'm up for funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You make me stand in awe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You step inside my heart, and I am amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love to hear You say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who I am is quite enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You make me worthy of love and beautiful  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3322313209539180363?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3322313209539180363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3322313209539180363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3322313209539180363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3322313209539180363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/bethany-dillon.html' title='Bethany Dillon'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNb_Ikwz1zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ML0blZekG_o/s72-c/n674203664_1373517_2206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-4851935634195786971</id><published>2008-09-16T22:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:47:44.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Retreat '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttM7J-gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JiUasjp3DaQ/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttM7J-gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JiUasjp3DaQ/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246814189217511938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttPAwh6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/y0nmSTInbEw/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttVwIa9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/wuGxEyz4-Qc/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttVwIa9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/wuGxEyz4-Qc/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246814191587191762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttch3M0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NmelzUT4_tY/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtXnPCgnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hUkniOEoHA4/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtXnPCgnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hUkniOEoHA4/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246813818323108466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtXhGiJVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BuqQWbAItaU/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtXhGiJVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BuqQWbAItaU/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246813816676820306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtX0t8DFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9gug7yhd1PU/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtX0t8DFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9gug7yhd1PU/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246813821942369362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtYFZbwVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nI0EivDj068/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtYFZbwVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nI0EivDj068/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246813826419769682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtYJykztI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5cmvzQNrZAE/s1600-h/Fall+Retreat+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBtYJykztI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5cmvzQNrZAE/s320/Fall+Retreat+2008+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246813827598962386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend, the youth group headed to Howell's Mill in Ona, WV for a fall retreat. We went there in 2004, my seventh grade year. That was fun times.. for sure. I found where Rachel and I had signed our names in seventh grade, which is funny. This trip was weird for me because I was one of the oldest people. The youth group is pretty young now, which doesn't seem like it's ever been the case. (Or maybe I just haven't paid attention until now.) Anyway, we did a ropes course and played games and such. My brother was a chaperone, and we had fun together, too. It was just a nice weekend to hang out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now to a completely random subject -- I'm thinking about getting a job. They're opening a CiCi's in my city in the next few months and I'm considering applying. Anyone ever worked for CiCi's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-4851935634195786971?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4851935634195786971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=4851935634195786971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4851935634195786971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4851935634195786971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-retreat-08.html' title='Fall Retreat &apos;08'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SNBttM7J-gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JiUasjp3DaQ/s72-c/Fall+Retreat+2008+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7157395692697605876</id><published>2008-09-15T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:20:35.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SM8GzUJTAII/AAAAAAAAAJM/GvcLtlacreg/s1600-h/the+dump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SM8GzUJTAII/AAAAAAAAAJM/GvcLtlacreg/s320/the+dump.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246419569560715394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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 wrote this essay for Advanced English Composition. I almost never let anyone read my essays for school because I'm usually not happy with them. But Mrs. Hawley liked my thesis statement, so I guess I'll put it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A field of disparity covers the earth for miles. As far as the eyes will allow one to see, wast envelops the land. The piles seem to reach the sky with worthless rubbish people have thrown out over the months. Thousands call this land their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All signs of hope have vanished for the men and women inhabiting the land. Grime camouflages the ache etched into their souls. Every wrinkle is embedded with filth from the endless hours of digging through trash trying to uncover enough food for their families to live through another night. Men, women, children, livestock, dogs and vultures battle one another as they hunt for their next meal. Spiritual and physical wounds become infected by the bacteria surrounding them. An aged woman tries to clean off the much plastered to her body with contaminated water. Hastily, a man snatches, like a child seizes for his beloved toy, whatever he speculates he can assemble a feeble attempt for a home out of to sleep in during the bitter nights that will follow. When a bus crammed with Americans approaches, the community charges to see what treasures they have brought to offer them. The crowds of starving people swarm the bus like a kettle of vultures swarm the remains of a carcass. After leaving clothes and food for the deprived assembly, the Americans head back down to their picture perfect lives, still trying to wrap their minds around what they had just witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stench of the dump is intolerable. The odor suffocates the body as one would in a gas chamber. Smelling the overbearing reek, and viewing what causes the aroma, results in an overflowing amount of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might ask himself how many times the world has turned its back for a group of people to call a landfill their "home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7157395692697605876?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7157395692697605876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7157395692697605876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7157395692697605876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7157395692697605876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dump.html' title='The Dump'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SM8GzUJTAII/AAAAAAAAAJM/GvcLtlacreg/s72-c/the+dump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8978277411153194893</id><published>2008-09-06T16:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:42:32.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Cindy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SMLq1nhvOhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b_lqrx6Yzd0/s1600-h/cindy+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SMLq1nhvOhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b_lqrx6Yzd0/s320/cindy+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243011123077134866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delaney took this picture while we were at Casa. It makes me laugh out loud every time I see it! I think it defines Cindy and I's relationship pretty well. Juuust kidding.. but seriously. I miss that kid. And the rest of them. Say a special prayer over them when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share the funniness with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8978277411153194893?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8978277411153194893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8978277411153194893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8978277411153194893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8978277411153194893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-cindy.html' title='Oh Cindy..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SMLq1nhvOhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b_lqrx6Yzd0/s72-c/cindy+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7381824363134276610</id><published>2008-09-03T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:48:59.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Record</title><content type='html'>When we (the church) stop trying to make sure everyone is happy and no one gets upset and actually start acting out in faith and ticking off a few people, that's when change is going to happen. We can't sugarcoat everything and make everyone happy. It's impossbile. We need to stop trying and just be Jesus. It might tick people off, but it will be so worth it. The people getting upset is Satan trying to get in the way of the good we're doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7381824363134276610?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7381824363134276610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7381824363134276610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7381824363134276610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7381824363134276610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-record.html' title='For the Record'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6200624376644453918</id><published>2008-08-31T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:33:25.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Out Loud</title><content type='html'>You can't really think out loud on this, but whatever, go with it. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone at church this morning prayed that God would be with our nation and our leaders. And I sat there today I just wanted them to say after that "And be with Iraq, Iran.. etc." Just other countries. I use those just as what may be a total stretch for some people. I just kind of get tired of us just praying for our country and that God would be with us and bless us. We should be asking God to bless other countries and their leaders, too. God does not like America more than he likes Iraq, Iran, Honduras, wherever. I'm just afraid too many people think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. It is great to be proud of being an American and asking God to bless us and our leaders, because He more than anyone knows we need the blessings. I am so thankful for the freedoms I have and such because I live here, I just think we need to pray for other country's needs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6200624376644453918?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6200624376644453918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6200624376644453918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6200624376644453918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6200624376644453918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking Out Loud'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1465667915405898348</id><published>2008-08-25T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:11:26.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One More Week</title><content type='html'>I kept saying today at school "Just one more week of summer... that's all I need". Eh, I can suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the first day wasn't awful. It's going to be a tough year though. Here's the run down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period- Advanced English&lt;br /&gt;Second- Teacher's Assistant with Mrs. Smith (it will rock)/Bible/Chapel&lt;br /&gt;Third- PC Apps 2/College Prep/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;Fourth- World History&lt;br /&gt;Fifth- Spanish III&lt;br /&gt;Sixth- Trigonometry and Algebra 3&lt;br /&gt;Seventh- Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's a chance I will have no life this year. I pray I do :) But I will have to work my tail off extra hard this year. I'm a procrastinator to the max, so it will be a struggle for me to stay ahead. We'll see how it goes. It was great seeing everyone though. I think it'll be a fun year, too. We shall see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has good first days whenever you start ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-1465667915405898348?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1465667915405898348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1465667915405898348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1465667915405898348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1465667915405898348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-one-more-week.html' title='Just One More Week'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2522372345313736436</id><published>2008-08-24T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:22:20.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh School</title><content type='html'>It's back in session tomorrow. Shoot me in the foot! OK, not really, but I did pretend like I was going to stab myself in the stomach with a knife at Texas Roadhouse today when school came up. I'm so not ready for school, it's ridiculous. And not just like mentally, but let's just say I got my school supplies half an hour ago. I'm hoping my King James Bible is in my backpack (which I haven't opened since the last day of school) and not buried somewhere. Who knows. We only go until twelve tomorrow though. It won't be awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in school. Don't do drugs. Or make babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2522372345313736436?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2522372345313736436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2522372345313736436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2522372345313736436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2522372345313736436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-school.html' title='Oh School'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8733950761613323516</id><published>2008-08-22T10:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:36:28.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Weeks</title><content type='html'>I've had one of those weeks that you would just like to erase and start over. It's not that I did anything stupid or I regret, I've just been sick all week. I had to leave church early Sunday because I had a migraine, and was then drugged the rest of the day. Monday, I actually had a good day. I went to the drive-in so it was fun. Tuesday morning the vomitfest began and continued until eleven o'clock Wednesday night. Oh the joys... So, from Monday night until Thursday afternoon all I had eaten was one cracker and many popsicles. I'm telling you, popsicles make the world a better place. I lost five pounds, which didn't surprise anyone. And just as a side note, if I never see Sprite or have to taste it ever again that will be A-OK with me! Yesterday, I actually ate a piece of toast and tried to go to a get together my class was having, but left an hour later because I was so tired. So, I came home and was asleep by 8:30. Oh, and the best part, it's my last week of summer. School starts Monday, and I've spent my last week of freedom at home on the couch. It's fantastic! ;) But I'm hoping today I'll get enough strength to actually do something. I mean, come on! It's Friday night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life... Off to eat my toast and nasty gatorade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8733950761613323516?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8733950761613323516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8733950761613323516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8733950761613323516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8733950761613323516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One Of Those Weeks'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8044934806997136243</id><published>2008-08-18T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:44:09.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister Is A Delbaugh</title><content type='html'>Well, they went through with the wedding. There weren't any thoughts they wouldn't go through with it, but still :) My sister was absolutely gorgeous! I think her husband thought so, too ;) It was a fun day. I enjoyed spending time with all of my family who I usually only see once or twice a year. I had fun getting dressed up, but got tired of hearing people say 'Anna! You look like a girl!' Really? A girl? What do I look like every other day. I knew what they meant, but it did get a bit annoying. I still love them all though. ;) Leah and Cory are now at the Dominican Republic until Sunday evening. Yay for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any pictures, unfortunately. So, when people put pictures on Facebook I'll get some of them on here. Yay for Facebook. It makes the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8044934806997136243?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8044934806997136243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8044934806997136243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8044934806997136243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8044934806997136243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sister-is-delbaugh.html' title='My Sister Is A Delbaugh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2149727369593595006</id><published>2008-08-14T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:18:52.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SKR3BO3S0sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWd59RBNiU0/s1600-h/100_6916o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SKR3BO3S0sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWd59RBNiU0/s320/100_6916o1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234439529964950210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here! The craziness has already begun! My dear sister, Leah, is getting married this Saturday. Everything is coming together now, and I'm so excited for her and Cory. The family is starting to come in tonight, and tomorrow night we'll have fourteen people staying at our house. It will be crazy, but fun none the less! Tonight is the Bachelorette party and the guys went up to a Pirates game today. It will be fun times. I'll update Saturday night or Sunday on how it went and hopefully with pictures. I'm figuring out where I'm going to hold the tissues already. :) It should be a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2149727369593595006?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2149727369593595006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2149727369593595006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2149727369593595006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2149727369593595006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here Comes The Bride'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SKR3BO3S0sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWd59RBNiU0/s72-c/100_6916o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2631300734357866661</id><published>2008-08-10T23:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:46:03.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Michael..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2007/0704/a_brphelps_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2007/0704/a_brphelps_0430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Olympics. That's pretty much all I watch for the two weeks they're on. (They're on for two weeks, right?) I was bummed I missed the Opening Ceremony, though I heard it was stinking amazing. Anyway.. every time the Olympics are on I pick a person that I just love to watch. The past two Summer Olympics it was the Hamm brothers. I was so depressed when I heard they couldn't compete this year.. I love watching Gymnastics. They're amazing. I can't even do a cartwheel. (And didn't the USA girls do a stinky job tonight? For the love!)  My person this year is Mr. Michael Phelps. I love watching him swim. He makes it look so easy. He makes me love swimming. :) OK, that's all. So, watch the Olympics and root on for the US. We're pretty good. Go USA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2631300734357866661?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2631300734357866661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2631300734357866661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2631300734357866661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2631300734357866661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-michael.html' title='Oh Michael..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2930074161886383542</id><published>2008-08-08T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:00:10.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>My friend Dana (Have I mentioned I love and miss her?) tagged me to tell six random things about me. And I wouldn't call myself a very random person, (And if you know me, you know I am lying like crazy as I type that) but I'll give this a shot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will ride any roller coaster, unless it's about to fall apart. But I'm a bit scared of heights. I realized this at Cedar Point when I went on the Power Tower (it's amazing), where you go up 240 feet in the air and then it suddenly drops you. I was freaking out just a bit.. I still loved it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; animated when I talk. I have to think very hard to keep myself from using my hands when I talk. I tend to entertain people when I talk to them. I suppose that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hang out with older people. Some of my best friends are between the ages of 18 and 32. My mom is sure that I will marry an older man, and I don't doubt her wisdom. I'd much rather spend my day with someone a few years older than one my own age. They're wise. I just want it to rub off on me... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think you can ask any of my friends, or acquaintances, and more than likely they have heard me say that I want a baby more than one occasion. And, it's not that I want a baby like today.. the good Lord knows I would die, but I'm just excited for that part in my life. I can't wait to be a momma, and that's been magnified after being a mom for an extremely short period this past summer. But don't worry, it won't be happening until I marry that older man. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I laugh at people's pain (thanks Dana :P), and my own.. other than the time I had meningitis or when I was at the emergency room since I ate a cookie filled with nuts. Come to think of it, I did laugh when I was covered in hives.. Good times. But really, if someone gets in seriously pain, I won't laugh. Usually. Oh, and I also laughed when my friend told me she hit two dogs with her new car. I know, I am an awful person. But meet my father, then you will understand why I laughed at the dog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I struggled with thinking of this last one. I like spinach a lot. I tried it while I was in Europe when I was eleven and fell in love with spinach and cheese ravioli. I ate it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of the time. It was just so good. And Mama Dot, Sam's grandma, makes keisch (I know I totally spelled that wrong) with spinach and cheese. It's amazing. so, yes, I  swim against the current of what most kids like, and I like spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six people I tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://sambutterfield.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://ashinhonduras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://itsallabouthimnotme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Delaney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://whatisitallabout12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://heclark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe she'll actually update her blog with this ;])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2930074161886383542?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2930074161886383542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2930074161886383542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2930074161886383542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2930074161886383542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-random-things-about-me.html' title='6 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2908419672246278554</id><published>2008-08-07T00:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:53:34.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>A few posts ago I talked about how I didn't know why God put me here. And let me tell you, I think at least a few people must have been praying about it because I've heard things the past few days that I don't think I would've heard had there not be people praying. One person told me that I'm here because I need to learn some lessons before I move to Honduras (or wherever God wants me to be in six years, though I believe with all of my heart it will be there). And, I think they're right. They're a pretty wise person. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I was just having a blah day. Ever have one of those? I didn't do anything, and if you know me at all, you know I'm always into something. So, I was just bored to death and had a headache. I watched Monk all day and was being a cranky butt. Many will testify to that. And I kept asking myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am I here?  &lt;/span&gt;And reminding myself of my sisters Sam and Ashley and my kids in Honduras that I miss like none other. Especially today. And I just didn't get why I'm here. (If you couldn't notice, that is something I struggle with a lot. Especially more than usual since I've been back home.) Tonight my dear friend, Danny Cooper, spoke at church and he said "You are the answer to someone's prayer". All this time I've been wanting a big reason for why I'm here. And it may be as simple as someone's prayer of needing a listening ear or giving them a ride somewhere. And it may also be something big. But it's just that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm an answered prayer to someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a good enough reason for me to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2908419672246278554?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2908419672246278554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2908419672246278554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2908419672246278554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2908419672246278554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/answered-prayer.html' title='An Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3518931416059203872</id><published>2008-08-04T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:07:49.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! My Sclera!</title><content type='html'>After a good night with my friend Alexandra, or Goff as I like to call her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then&lt;/span&gt; ichatting with Samantha Marie until two in the morning, I woke up with a fun surprise. I had forgotten to take out my contacts last night, which usually isn't that big of a deal. I just wake up and my eyes are like super crusty and gross. Well, I had been rubbing my eyes this morning before I got out of bed trying to figure out why they were so gunky. I realized I had forgotten about my contacts, so I took them out and my eye looked really red, but I didn't think anything of it. Later, I looked at my eye again and realized it looked not only red but gelatin-y. It was gross. And I then realized I had ripped my sclera. That's right, the outer covering of your eye. My mom had ripped her sclera much worse than mine a few days after I got home from Honduras when a bug flew in her eye. Luckily, mine is only a little part in the corner, and it already looks much better. I'd put up a picture but it wouldn't be worth it now since it looks almost normal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going &lt;a href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/"&gt;Cedar Point&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow with the youth group which will be awesome! It's amazing, really, it is. Except it's supposed to rain and hail and all that jazz. So, I am praying it doesn't rain because I don't want all the roller coasters to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was random. And maybe gross for some of you, but you'll live. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;a href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3518931416059203872?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3518931416059203872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3518931416059203872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3518931416059203872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3518931416059203872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-sclera.html' title='Oh! My Sclera!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6603359306616183103</id><published>2008-08-03T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:23.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEQYHyDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K_6RdlnMODE/s1600-h/n829530057_3283880_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEQYHyDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K_6RdlnMODE/s320/n829530057_3283880_3396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230058028073994290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEWzxz_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sncyKPHHl7I/s1600-h/n829530057_3287865_8780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEWzxz_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sncyKPHHl7I/s320/n829530057_3287865_8780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230058029800607730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEWsEAcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/J9gUAjy-ObU/s1600-h/n829530057_3524388_8866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEWsEAcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/J9gUAjy-ObU/s320/n829530057_3524388_8866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230058029768245698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEha6WHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pIxGmpUTBNA/s1600-h/n829530057_3283879_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEha6WHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pIxGmpUTBNA/s320/n829530057_3283879_3037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230058032649099378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEmzCcPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9oNb4lRv2Wo/s1600-h/n829530057_3524424_2160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEmzCcPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9oNb4lRv2Wo/s320/n829530057_3524424_2160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230058034092470514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlp7r0HaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1_SN8BNy-L4/s1600-h/n829530057_3242857_629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlp7r0HaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1_SN8BNy-L4/s320/n829530057_3242857_629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230057575842848162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlqFc6mOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LeC8p44Jouk/s1600-h/n829530057_3283876_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlqFc6mOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LeC8p44Jouk/s320/n829530057_3283876_1998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230057578464712930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlqCEQtBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HPW51KoBvLE/s1600-h/n829530057_3283877_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlqCEQtBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HPW51KoBvLE/s320/n829530057_3283877_2353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230057577555997714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlqck_01I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4fPAstpChVw/s1600-h/n829530057_3283878_2690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTlqck_01I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4fPAstpChVw/s320/n829530057_3283878_2690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230057584672625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my sister Sam :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6603359306616183103?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6603359306616183103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6603359306616183103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6603359306616183103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6603359306616183103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-my-kids.html' title='I Miss My Kids'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTmEQYHyDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K_6RdlnMODE/s72-c/n829530057_3283880_3396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2536025479555607475</id><published>2008-08-02T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:51:33.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Out</title><content type='html'>Well, this year has been a crazy year with people moving. I've lost count of how many people have moved. I've had to say more goodbyes just in the past eight months than ever before. It sucks, honestly. A lot of the people are the people who are closest to my heart and know me the best. And some I've had to say 'peace out' to more than once in the past year. I know, things happen, things change, and I'm realizing that I can't stop it no matter how hard I try. But I'm a selfish girl, so it stinks not to have my people around me. Sometimes I do feel like I'm all by my lonesome (I like that new saying), which I know it isn't true. But when the people closest to you leave, you do think that sometimes. Don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind when you move or a dear friend moves away from you. You and I both know it happens.&lt;br /&gt;And a few of the people closest to my heart are in Honduras, and I'm only sixteen and can't move there yet. And let me tell you, to know that that's where you're supposed to end up and you can't go there yet because you're still too young, it is probably one of the worst feelings ever. With so many people leaving West Virginia following God's calling for their lives, it reminds me that I can't follow what I think God has called me to, yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt; But I just don't know why I'm in West Virginia now. I know there has to be a reason, other than this is where God wants my parents to be. There's a reason why I am here, I just don't know what that is right now. So, if you read this, say a little prayer for me that God can show me what to do while I'm here. Which as of right now, it looks like I'll be here for the next six years. For the love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who have left poor old me (totally kidding.. kind of),&lt;br /&gt;If I seem mad at you sometimes because you left, just know it's because you have a very special place in my heart. And I won't stay mad at you forever, just a few years. (Once again, totally kidding.. but seriously) I thank God I get to call you my brothers and sisters, and I look up to you for following the call God has put inside you. I'm proud of you for doing that, because many people ignore the call. I'm proud of you. I love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2536025479555607475?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2536025479555607475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2536025479555607475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2536025479555607475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2536025479555607475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/peace-out.html' title='Peace Out'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6595999518441689976</id><published>2008-08-01T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:25.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkjCQElsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FUWE99mEuFw/s1600-h/n829530057_3524740_5307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkjqhRqSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kmQpEdBsi7M/s320/n829530057_3524781_5945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230056368644401442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkH883BdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XgjaWDJMIbo/s1600-h/n829530057_3524765_2988o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkH883BdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XgjaWDJMIbo/s320/n829530057_3524765_2988o1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230055892555597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkIeNY3TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oYPVG5LZgEA/s1600-h/n674203664_1129775_7274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkIeNY3TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oYPVG5LZgEA/s320/n674203664_1129775_7274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230055901483294002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6595999518441689976?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6595999518441689976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6595999518441689976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6595999518441689976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6595999518441689976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-pictures.html' title='Camp Pictures'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTkjCQElsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FUWE99mEuFw/s72-c/n829530057_3524740_5307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-9069173264137519016</id><published>2008-07-31T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:00:44.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Singing In The Rain.. (Or Shower As The Case May Be)</title><content type='html'>OK, so this is going to be a random post on something we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; do just about everyday. And that, my friends, is showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the friend who takes the longest showers in the history of time. Seriously, I probably have taken a two hour shower before. So, whenever I stay the night anywhere or people stay at my house, I am always the last one to shower. Not by choice, but by force. Because "Anna takes too long and uses up all the hot water". And it's true, so I deal with it. I was thinking.. why is it I take such long showers? Like the first ten minutes I just stand there. And now I know why. It's my thinking place. OK, I think other times too, but that's where I have no distractions. So, I don't sing in the shower (usually), but I do think. I think a lot. (Man, I'm afraid I'm making me sound like a total blond) And guess where I thought of this? Where else but the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, since the Lombards are leaving, I've been thinking about the good times I've had with them. And one of my most fond memories with Sudona is a conversation I had with her on whether it was alright to pee in the shower. I know, so very odd, but it was hysterical.  So now I ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is OK to pee in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Ponder on it, and maybe even think about it while you're in the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-9069173264137519016?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9069173264137519016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=9069173264137519016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/9069173264137519016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/9069173264137519016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-singing-in-rain-or-shower-as-case.html' title='I&apos;m Singing In The Rain.. (Or Shower As The Case May Be)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8048032062478217615</id><published>2008-07-30T17:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:50:58.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>I believe if you ask God for something he'll give you opportunities to use what you've asked for. Like wisdom or patience.. that kind of thing. Well, smart me has been praying for patience for the past few months, and has even asked people to pray that I have patience, too. Have you ever wanted to take back a prayer? After today, I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is getting married in seventeen days. Yes, that's right. Seventeen. (We're cool and we're doing a countdown.) I'm the maid of honor and since I'm sixteen, it's kind of difficult doing the maid of honor duties, so thank God Leah's best friend, Sam, is her matron of honor. She's been doing a lot of work, and I can't thank her enough. Anyway.. I've been trying to help out in any way I can, which still isn't much. Like tomorrow I'm staying at her house (that Corey and Leah will be moving into after the big day) in the afternoon to wait for someone to do something or other with utilities because everyone else is working. Just things like that. So, I went with Leah to run some wedding errands last Saturday and we went to WalMart to scan pictures onto a CD for the powerpoint at their reception. Well, after working on that for an hour and a half, the machine froze hope. We lost it all. Needless to say, we were pretty irked about it and didn't have time to do that again. I volunteered to go another day and do it for her because she has enough things to worry about. It was a simple task.. or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day. Delaney and I went to WalMart and scanned all the pictures and got the CD and everything. It took an hour and a half, or a little longer. I even saw my second grade teacher, Mr. Greene, and chatted with him in the process. It was fine and dandy, until I went up to pay for it. Well, it must have slipped Leah's mind that you can't copy professionally done pictures. I scanned them, not even thinking about them. And the lady was like "I'm sorry. I can't sell this to you." So after doing my famous sigh I asked if I would have to scan them all again, and of course, with my luck the answer was yes. I told her I was sorry and thanks for letting us know, and I would just come back and try another day. And thank God Delaney was with me so I could let off my steam to her instead of the nice (really, she was nice) lady at WalMart. So, I will be off again another day with the pictures (except the professional ones ;]) and doing it once again. I've wasted three hours of my life over this, and it is a bit aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I pray for such things like patience?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it will pay off in the end. I'll keep praying for patience, and things like this will most likely keep happening, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; OK. I thought I handled today better than most people (though most people would be smarter than I was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of this to say. When you pray for things, realize that situations will come your way where you'll have to put you prayed for into action. That's the only way you're going to learn to be patient or have wisdom about things. It's tough, but I'd rather go through these things and be patient than yell at the lady at WalMart (I must admit, I wanted to a bit) or whoever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8048032062478217615?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8048032062478217615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8048032062478217615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8048032062478217615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8048032062478217615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6693807002287581013</id><published>2008-07-27T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:15:02.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You Lombard Family!</title><content type='html'>So, I have none the Lombards for who knows how long. At least as long as my dad has been the preacher at Grand Central, which was about six and a half years ago (though I'm positive I've known them longer). Anyway, so I've always been good friends with their oldest daughter, Kylee, who is my age. She is just cool stuff and cracks me up! And then their younger daughter, Micah, is just as cute as can be. She's always coming up to me and giving me hugs. She's my little buddy, and I am going to miss her hugs like none other. Kevin was the youth minister at GC until May of my seventh grade year. And let me just say, Kevin and Sudona made my first year in youth ministry an amazing thing. They seriously made me feel so welcome, and I'll give them some of the credit for me being so open and outgoing. Whenever you're around them you know you're loved and they care about what's going on in your life. I have so many funny stories with them that maybe aren't appropriate for the blogging world, but just ask. I'll tell you. They're hilarious. Their family are just the kind of people that you're like "Hey, I want to be best friends with them!" Like really, they are good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Lombards have heard God's calling for their life and are moving to Texas where Kevin will be a Family Life Minister (I think? That's awful I don't know, but I'm pretty sure). It's just a great opportunity for them, and I am so excited to see how God is going to use them! Kevin and Sudona have been at Grand Central for the past fourteen years, and I know this is a huge step for them. We had a going away party for them tonight, which was just fun times. Afterward I hugged all of them, which I'll be helping them pack so it wasn't like our real last "Goodbye". But when I hugged Sudona she teared up and told me to stay in touch with Kylee and she loved me, and then told my mom what beautiful girls Rachel and I had turned into. Goodness, like I said, she is one sweet woman. I didn't cry when I hugged them, but right when we were about to leave I just did my crying thing and haven't stopped since.&lt;br /&gt;It's just been crazy seeing so many people leave in the past few months. But it's a good thing. They're going to follow what God wants them to do. And I am just so thankful for the Lombards and what they've done in my life. Please be praying for them as they're moving this week, and that everything goes smoothly for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin and Sudona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You guys have helped shape me into the person I am today (which I hope is something you can be proud of). Thank you for always being there if I ever need someone to talk to. I don't think I can tell you how much that means to me. Thank you for all the laughs throughout the years. I'm quite sure we've never had a dull moment! The church in Texas doesn't know how blessed they are to get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kylee and Micah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You girls are awesome! I am so blessed to have you in my life (and your parents, too). You have been such good friends to me, and I regret not getting as close to you both as I could have. You girls are going to be great in Texas, and I have no doubt you are going to change things for the better there. I can't wait to hear and hopefully see what great things you both do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you all so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my God every time I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6693807002287581013?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6693807002287581013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6693807002287581013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6693807002287581013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6693807002287581013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-love-you-lombard-family.html' title='We Love You Lombard Family!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3244366936828812744</id><published>2008-07-25T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:46:48.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Do That Church Camp Rumble!</title><content type='html'>(I'll put pictures up later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Camp was amazing, wonderful, and something I really needed. This year was different than the usual, like last year. But it was still great, and I wish I had stopped telling myself this is weird and not like it's supposed to be and instead would have had the best time possible. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time, but I don't think I let God do as much as I could have.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few highlights from camp I just need to write about because I want to remember them, so this may turn into a book. I apologize in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it was so good seeing my church camp friends. Not all of the usuals came, but people like Heather and Amy Stewart are the reason I go back to camp. They make camp what it is. My friend, Michelle, who was one of my best friends between fifth and ninth grade came back to camp after taking a year off. Can I just say I missed this girl like none other? We spent the whole week together, and she is just one of the sweetest girls you will ever meet. I really think we're going to keep in touch now. She's already planning on coming to Cedar Point with me. Just that kind of stuff. You always have that group of friends you hang out with, and this year's group was great. I was blessed with their company and thank God for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we have campfire and for the past two years, I've been able to help lead silly songs. Growing up, I could not wait to be a senior camper and lead silly songs. So after ten years of waiting, my eleventh and twelfth years of camp, I finally got to do it. And this year my brother was also there (along with the rest of the Ambassadors and Abbi) leading silly song with me. It was a pretty cool thing. We had a great time, and I just acted like a seven year old goof (which is how most of you view me all of the time). It was definitely one of my highlights of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Rachel and I talked to a girl who has just been dealing with different struggles for awhile. And firstly, I was so honored that she decided to talk to me about her struggles. She just didn't understand why the church is turning their backs on her when they're supposed to be the people who love her most (which I think all of us can understand that). After Rachel and I talked to her for a good while, that evening she decided to get rebaptized. (Now, I'm not saying that I think rebaptism is the right thing to do because someone will get rebaptized a million and then I think it means absolutely nothing. That's not what I'm here to talk about.) That's what she thought she needed to do because she wanted to start over, and I respect her for that. Seriously, this girl is awesome and God is going to use her in big ways. I can't wait to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, this is the story that still makes my heart happy.&lt;/span&gt; I could re-live it over and over again and that would just be fine with me. There's a trail on the grounds that we use for our prayer walk. We didn't get to go on the prayer walk this year, and some of us really wanted to walk to the top of the trail because it is absolutely gorgeous. So, this afternoon Rachel, Michelle, Abbi, EJ and Adria hiked up the mountain to the top. After Rachel and I decided to hold hands and run in this field :), we all went to the top and started looking around at God's creation. We saw this squirrel hopping in the field, and then a doe jumping across the field, two butterflies flying around Rachel like in the movies, and an eagle soaring above us. Oh, and Abbi had her guitar. I felt like I was in "The Sound of Music". We started singing "How Great is Our God", "Mighty to Save" and some other songs with the guitar. We sang our hearts out, stood, got on our knees, raised our hands. Whatever we felt like we needed to do. Then we sang "Surround Us, Lord" and "We Shall Assemble" while we were sitting on the top of this mountain. And if you know the words to those songs, you know how powerful it was for us. After that each of us got in the middle of our circle at a time and we all put our hands on the person and prayed for us. We were totally open with each other about our struggles. It was amazing, and I think something we all needed. We cried together and just loved on each other. We sang "Reign In Me" and then went back down the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of camp we have our closing ceremony. So we give out awards and such. EJ got the sportsmanship award, Rachel got the outstanding student in bible class, Michelle got the servant hood award, EJ, Rachel, Abbi and I got on the all-star team. And I got the senior girl camper award which means I get a scholarship to go to camp for free next year. (Though I get to go free anyway since my dad is kind of the director..) We have teams each year that compete against each other in competitions like banner, skit and song for our group. Our groups were based off board games this year. So, I was the co-captain for Team Clue. We ended up getting second which was better than what I usually do. I've only got first once out of my twelve years of camp. It's a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was camp. It was great.. I loved it so much and cannot wait to see what God has in store for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="intelliTXT"&gt; Savior&lt;br /&gt;He can move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Author of salvation&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3244366936828812744?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3244366936828812744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3244366936828812744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3244366936828812744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3244366936828812744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-camp.html' title='Everybody Do That Church Camp Rumble!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6131945610489274753</id><published>2008-07-19T22:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:06:11.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 10:12</title><content type='html'>If you think you are standing strong, be careful not to fall. 13 The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And God is faithful&lt;/span&gt;. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been thinking about this verse for the past few weeks, and I (by I, I mean Maria) finally found where it is in the Bible. (That always helps some) This has comforted me so many times when things seem to be unbearable. But He'll never give us more than we can handle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all.  Off to camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6131945610489274753?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6131945610489274753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6131945610489274753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6131945610489274753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6131945610489274753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-corinthians-1012.html' title='1 Corinthians 10:12'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-5571191106250748195</id><published>2008-07-18T00:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:37:05.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home (Or Something Like It)</title><content type='html'>I'm home after a fantastic week with the Ellis family. I was reminded why I love and miss them so much now. They are good people. Seriously, if you don't know them, meet them. Put it on your list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I really enjoyed ourselves, and I think Adam, Dana and the girls did, too. Apparently, Rachel and I are Emma's best friends now. It's such an honor. ;) Emma and I watched cartoons like every morning together. It really was sweet. Though some may call being with some little kids for a week birth control, I really didn't think it was that bad. (And no, I am not going to be having children &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any time soon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;just to clear that up!&lt;/span&gt;) Chloe has grown up just in two months. It's crazy how fast kids grow when before they even turn one. And whenever Adam, Dana, Rachel and I talk it's always good stuff. Like '"So-and-so's the hot one tonight!". Ok, it's not always "good stuff" like that; you know, serious things about life and God and all that jazz, too. It really is good stuff. And some of the things we discussed I definitely needed to hear it for the first time or be reminded about it. And then I found five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to say, we had quite an enjoyable trip. And I'm hoping I'll be able to see that family again soon because I love them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I'm off to one of my most favorite places on earth. (I really do live in my suitcase in the summer time.) And not because the scenery is fantastic, because quite frankly it's not that great. Two words: poop loop. Ah yes, I'm off to good ole' church camp. The place I've gone for a week every summer for the past twelve years. Good times... good times. I'm excited for it! So, I'll be back Friday sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are having a great summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-5571191106250748195?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5571191106250748195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=5571191106250748195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5571191106250748195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5571191106250748195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home-or-something-like-it.html' title='Home Sweet Home (Or Something Like It)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8184604122057566698</id><published>2008-07-13T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:21:54.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then!</title><content type='html'>I found five dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ten&lt;/span&gt; dollars!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And they lived happily ever after. The End.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8184604122057566698?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8184604122057566698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8184604122057566698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8184604122057566698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8184604122057566698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then.html' title='And Then!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6511350894276814844</id><published>2008-07-11T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:31:39.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Off to South Carolina..</title><content type='html'>The wonderful South Carolina of The Ellis'. (Yes, that was to the tune to the 'Wizard of Oz' if you didn't catch on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I are leaving in the morning to go stay at the Ellis residence for a week in South Carolina. I'm definitely excited about it! I miss those people like none other, so it'll be good to spend some time with some of my family. I doubt I'll be posting while I'm there, unless something crazy amazing happens that I must share. If not, I'll post some pics or something from the trip when I get home next Friday. Stay tuned and find out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my license yesterday! The parents have already let me drive farther by myself than I thought they would until I was like 30. And tomorrow, I'll be driving the four hours we're going to meet the Ellis family. Yay! Hooray! Fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS- Looking back on my blog, I've seen that I usually only post when I think of something 'smart' and 'brilliant', but I think that's about to change. I need to update about other things, too; like funny things, or even dumb things that you people could care less about. And this will also help my sister Sam who is out of the country know what's going on with her sister Anna ;] Anyway, that's it.. just so you know if you come on the page and I write something along the lines of 'I love zebras!', you will understand I'm not trying to be 'smart' or 'brilliant'. I'm just being me. Ok, peace out.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6511350894276814844?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6511350894276814844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6511350894276814844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6511350894276814844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6511350894276814844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-off-to-south-carolina.html' title='We&apos;re Off to South Carolina..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-485718760910539398</id><published>2008-07-04T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:19:04.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Heart</title><content type='html'>The heart is a very funny thing. Like the fact that you can actually leave parts of it at places or with people, it's really amazing. And, as of yesterday when I left Honduras, I left much of my heart in that country, my home. (Yes, I have two homes) Each of those 11, scratch that, 16 kids (counting the 5 boys) have a piece of my heart. And since Sam is being an amazing girl and staying until October, she has a piece of it until she comes back here, too.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been rough.. I'm not a fan of being at this other home yet. I love the people here, I really do. But I know this isn't where I'm supposed to be. Too much of my heart is in Honduras for me not to move there at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, keeping people the ministry at Casa in your prayers since they'll be going through some transitions soon. And also keep people like Jen, Karen, Dorian, Ashley, Sam and others who have decided there for a longer period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I will update about my kids soon.. I just can't tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-485718760910539398?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/485718760910539398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=485718760910539398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/485718760910539398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/485718760910539398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-heart.html' title='Oh, The Heart'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6812099267711892550</id><published>2008-07-02T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:59:52.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time Already?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning, I'll be heading to San Pedro Sula to fly back home. It seems crazy to me that my three and a half weeks are already up. I'm definitely not ready to leave my kids. I mean, really, they just started calling me Mommy. That makes it a bit harder. (And by a bit I mean a lot) I'll write about the kids later.. I'm just not ready to write that kind of a blog yet. So here's a list of what I will miss fom Honduras, and things that are hard to forget from Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'll Miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My sons and daughters at Casa de Esperanza&lt;br /&gt;2. The people I met while I've been here -- The Garcia family, all of the tias, Octi, Gina, Chachi, the guards, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. SAMANTHA MARIE BUTTERFIELD&lt;br /&gt;4. Penguinos. They're from heaven, I'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;5. Frequent visits to the pulperias&lt;br /&gt;6. Washing clothes in the pila&lt;br /&gt;7. Visiting children's homes&lt;br /&gt;8. Watching the kids play together and help each other&lt;br /&gt;9. All the picos (kisses) and hugs&lt;br /&gt;10. Seeing God's hand at work&lt;br /&gt;11. Going into Teucigalpa&lt;br /&gt;12. Tripley!&lt;br /&gt;13. Seeing children love without limits&lt;br /&gt;14. Laying down with the girls at bedtime&lt;br /&gt;15. The frequent "I love you"s&lt;br /&gt;16. Seeing God's faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;17. The look on someone's face when you build them a 16X16 house&lt;br /&gt;18. Seeing a child's excitement because you show them a little attention&lt;br /&gt;19. Passing out food bags, so a family will be able to eat for two weeks&lt;br /&gt;20. The Jesus Statue&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;Being a Mommy to eleven precious kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's I Wouldn't Mind Forgetting, but Can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men staring at me&lt;br /&gt;2. Knowing people are talking at me and not being able to understand them ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Messing up my Spanish terribly&lt;br /&gt;4. Hearing gunshots at night&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeing injustice almost everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;6. The Dump&lt;br /&gt;7. Knowing there are millions of people who will starve tonight&lt;br /&gt;8. Casitas Kennedy Orphange&lt;br /&gt;9. Cleaning up a child covered with poopy&lt;br /&gt;10. Punishing the kids when they're bad&lt;br /&gt;11. Being reminded that I'm such a wasteful person&lt;br /&gt;12. The "goodbyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more things, and I'll do an update about the kids when I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping me in your prayers before and during this trip. You don't know how much that means to me. Please continue to pray for those who are staying here for a longer period of time. And continue to pray for Casa de Esperanza, and the eleven precious children that live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6812099267711892550?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6812099267711892550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6812099267711892550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6812099267711892550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6812099267711892550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-already.html' title='It&apos;s Time Already?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8697597074263236726</id><published>2008-06-28T18:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:26.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVoLQpazcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_pbcmUHJmX0/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216690286035127746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVoLQpazcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_pbcmUHJmX0/s320/anna%27s+pictures+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVoLsGtaRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nC7ZGX6zT64/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216690293405739282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVoLsGtaRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nC7ZGX6zT64/s320/anna%27s+pictures+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my kids, Fernando. (He really can smile normally, and it's gosh darn cute. I'll try to get a picture of it before I leave.) He's five years old and has three sisters who live at Casa, too; Doris, Monica and Katty. He's a really sweet kid and loves to just be near you. He's always wanting one of us to sit next to him when it's time to eat, or play with him. The other morning, Delaney and I were walking some of the kids to school, and he was holding my hand. When we finally made it to the school, he looked at me and said "Bye Mommy! Salud!" And that's when I decided I would in fact keep that child. (Like I thought I wouldn't before) So, he was officially the first child to call me Mommy, and I don't mind that they're calling me that one bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we took the kids to Casitas Kennedy for visitation with some of the parents. Brayan's mom and Cindy and Maryuri's mom showed up. Fernando had been looking forward to seeing his mom. But his mom didn't come and he kept on asking where his mom was. It was hard to see him sad like that. Sam told mewhen we all piled back in the van, Fernando was sitting on her lap and said "My mommy really does love me." If that doesn't break your heart, I don't know what will. After we went out to eat, he ended up sitting with me again and fell asleep on my lap holding onto my arm. It was precious.. I love this kid to pieces, and am so thankful he's in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, be praying for him. I know he had a rough time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8697597074263236726?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8697597074263236726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8697597074263236726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8697597074263236726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8697597074263236726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fernando.html' title='Fernando'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVoLQpazcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_pbcmUHJmX0/s72-c/anna%27s+pictures+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8425610226006846863</id><published>2008-06-27T17:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:27.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVjCPWNgkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VRdNfOJip9c/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684633509167682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVjCPWNgkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VRdNfOJip9c/s320/anna%27s+pictures+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVjEgxaUbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TkfJq6JINzA/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216684672546394546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVjEgxaUbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TkfJq6JINzA/s320/anna%27s+pictures+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGViRtamK0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sAfj8kmHVuA/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216683799767034690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGViRtamK0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sAfj8kmHVuA/s320/anna%27s+pictures+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVfaF7KMsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0r0AgOAjwZ0/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216680645250134722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVfaF7KMsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0r0AgOAjwZ0/s320/anna%27s+pictures+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVfaXUkHLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E_7GA7NNz0M/s1600-h/anna%27s+pictures+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216680649920093362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVfaXUkHLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E_7GA7NNz0M/s320/anna%27s+pictures+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, all eleven kids and nine interns piled into the van with Jen. We were headed to visit the five boys who used to live at Casa, but we were surprising both the kids at Casa and the five boys. So, after a long two and a half hour ride, we finally got to see the boys. I could not wait to see my Mario. (He's the boy in the third picture) He absolutely stole my heart last year, and I was so upset when I heard he wouldn't be at Casa while I'm here. Those boys were the start of Casa, and they have gotten close to so many people's hearts over the past two years. We were all happy we were able to love on our boys again, and the kids were so excited to see their friends. It was so cute. But after two hours of playing, eating and just having a good time, we had to go our seperate ways. Our meeting was definitely bittersweet. After we said our goodbyes and hugged those boys' necks and told them we loved them, we piled back in the van and let it all out. I don't know when I'll see those five precious boys again, but I could never forget them. They are going to do amazing things when they grow up, and I can't wait to hear or witness it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep these boys in your prayers. And keep everyone here in your prayers. There's something missing without them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8425610226006846863?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8425610226006846863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8425610226006846863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8425610226006846863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8425610226006846863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/visiting-boys.html' title='Visiting the Boys'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SGVjCPWNgkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VRdNfOJip9c/s72-c/anna%27s+pictures+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6962852111147200640</id><published>2008-06-20T15:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:03:34.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>(I just realized the title of my blog is that one brand of dolls and all that jazz. This is not what my post is about! Oh, and I'll update about the group soon.. if you're really impatient go look at the group blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've been at Casa for the past five days, I have seen some of the sweetest moments. These kids are ornery and crazy at time.. oh, are they crazy, but then they can be the most adorable kids in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny is a new boy who came from off the streets. It's been interesting to see how he's been adjusting, but I think he's doing pretty well. The other day the kids sat down for dinner and Brayan and Johnny hadn't prayed for their food yet. So, Brayan would say a line of a prayer and then Johnny would repeat what he said. It was precious.. made this girl's heart very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning the kids have devo together after they wake up. They start off with a prayer, and then sing songs in both Spanish and English. My favorite song that they sing is "Father, God". I love hearing them sing it in their little Spanish voices. Then Pamela (and some of the younger ones attempt it) say the memory verse. It's just so stinking cute! That's one of my favorite parts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I was supposed to help put the girls for their nap. Cindy wouldn't be quiet and I was trying to be patient with her :) And finally, I just got in bed with her and she put her arm around me and went right to sleep. Who knew it was that easy? I'm glad I know for future reference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the girl that stole my heart, Katty was being ornery today. She's four years old and a little chubster. She's the little dinosaur of the group. Seriously, I know that sounds mean, but if you saw her you would understand. Anyway.. she was being bad today. She pushed Maryuri down and was in the crib I don't know how many times in just a few hours. I laid down with her because she wouldn't stay in her bed for naptime. So after she kept poking me and touching my nose, eyes, mouth, oh and farting, she curled up by me and laid her head on my arm and rubbed my arm. Oh, and twitched in her sleep. Which I used to rub my mom's arms when I was little and I still twitch in my sleep, so I think it's just adorable. Anyway.. she and I fell asleep finally. So, hopefully when we wakes up from her nap in an hour, she won't be a little cranky butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my moments right now. I'm sure there will be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6962852111147200640?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6962852111147200640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6962852111147200640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6962852111147200640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6962852111147200640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-4103767060498784811</id><published>2008-06-17T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:22:37.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Franciscan Benediction</title><content type='html'>May God bless you with discomfort&lt;br /&gt;At easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships,&lt;br /&gt;So that you may live deep within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you with anger&lt;br /&gt;At injustice, oppressions, and exploitation of people,&lt;br /&gt;So that you may work for justice, freedom, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you with tears&lt;br /&gt;To shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger, and war,&lt;br /&gt;So that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and&lt;br /&gt;To turn their pain into joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may God bless you with enough foolishness&lt;br /&gt;To believe that you can make a difference in the world,&lt;br /&gt;So that you can do what others claim cannot be done,&lt;br /&gt;To bring justice and kindness to al our children and the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-4103767060498784811?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4103767060498784811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=4103767060498784811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4103767060498784811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4103767060498784811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/franciscan-benediction.html' title='A Franciscan Benediction'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7345904272347407890</id><published>2008-06-17T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:58:44.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Still Amazes Me</title><content type='html'>You're probably wanting an update on the group trip (ok, most of you probably don't care, but let me think that anyway), but I'm still trying to process is all. I will say it was an amazing week, and that I was blessed to serve among the people from our team. They were awesome. I saw Jesus in every single one of them. I'm here in Honduras until July 3rd, so I'll try to blog regularly and tell ya'll what's going on at Casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I just wanted to post this song. I've listened to it a few times since the group left and just love it even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faithful Father, enduring Friend&lt;br /&gt;Your tender mercy’s like a river with no end&lt;br /&gt;It overwhelms me, covers my sin Each time I come into Your presence&lt;br /&gt;I stand in wonder once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grace still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Your love is still a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Each day I fall on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Your grace still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Cause Your grace still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, patient Saviour, You make me whole&lt;br /&gt;You are the Author and the Healer of my soul&lt;br /&gt;What can I give You, Lord, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;I know there’s no way to repay You&lt;br /&gt;Only to offer You my praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s deeper, it’s wider&lt;br /&gt;It’s stronger, it’s higher&lt;br /&gt;It’s deeper it’s wider&lt;br /&gt;It’s stronger, it’s higher&lt;br /&gt;Than anything my eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grace still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Your love is still a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Each day I fall on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Your grace still amazes me ‘&lt;br /&gt;Cause Your grace still amazes me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7345904272347407890?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7345904272347407890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7345904272347407890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7345904272347407890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7345904272347407890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/grace-still-amazes-me.html' title='Grace Still Amazes Me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7881987469001841611</id><published>2008-06-06T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:19:11.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It!</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning at around 3 o'clock, the GC team will be on their way to the Columbus airport for our long awaited trip to Honduras. I've been planning for this trip for almost a year now.. I was actually talking about how long I'd be staying at Casa after the first couple days of the trip last year. I can't believe it's here already.&lt;br /&gt;We've had troubles with traveling and such (since there was a plane crash where we had planned on landing). But everything has worked out. We're now flying into San Salvador, El Salvador and driving to Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Yes, it'll be an adventure, for sure. And another stamp in the good ole' passport. It'll be an interesting trip.. much different than last year. The parents aren't going, so Donna is my keeper? I guess you could call her that. Apparently we're going to be like "peanut butter and jelly" according to her. All I know is that she's definitely not the peanut butter. ;) I just can't wait to see some of my kids again and hug them until their little heads fall off. Ok, not literally.. but close enough. And I can't wait to see our team be Jesus to the people in Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... It'll be fun. Very crazy at times, but fun none the less. So please keep us in your prayers. We'd appreciate it so much. And check out our blog. It's the first one on my sidebar deal with all the blogs. Leave us comments, too. :) I'll hopefully start blogging after the group leaves, that is if the internet is working at Casa. So, as for now -- I hope you all have a great week! And as for me, I need to get packing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7881987469001841611?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7881987469001841611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7881987469001841611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7881987469001841611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7881987469001841611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6713618801640921719</id><published>2008-06-02T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:28.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAhzQ3dBI/AAAAAAAAADg/TV6PgvfmmtI/s1600-h/sitting+on+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAhzQ3dBI/AAAAAAAAADg/TV6PgvfmmtI/s320/sitting+on+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207358018587948050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAl36wtfI/AAAAAAAAADo/ELW6ukEm5kk/s1600-h/n725756807_917630_826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAl36wtfI/AAAAAAAAADo/ELW6ukEm5kk/s320/n725756807_917630_826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207358088556885490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAmlqT--I/AAAAAAAAADw/BBcIaf-xdbM/s1600-h/100_6911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAmlqT--I/AAAAAAAAADw/BBcIaf-xdbM/s320/100_6911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207358100835924962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAnkAV8qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pYtJiN1oJtc/s1600-h/100_1476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAnkAV8qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pYtJiN1oJtc/s320/100_1476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207358117571326626" 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;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend and sister, Sam, turns eighteen today! Now she can go buy a lottery ticket, cigarettes, or other things.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yay for her! Be sure to get ahold of her somehow and wish her a very happy birthday! Oh, and wish her well and keep her in your prayers about her trip to Honduras until October. (We're leaving Sunday, by the way) I know she'd appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sam! Happy Birthday! My little girl is all grown up. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6713618801640921719?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6713618801640921719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6713618801640921719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6713618801640921719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6713618801640921719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='Happy Birthday Sam!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SERAhzQ3dBI/AAAAAAAAADg/TV6PgvfmmtI/s72-c/sitting+on+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7920050661091815802</id><published>2008-05-29T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:12:23.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey's Pitch</title><content type='html'>I told you that last one may not be my last update. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwFgpPvK0aU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwFgpPvK0aU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this and justed wondered.. how did she do that? Like she made it go straight down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it gave me a good chuckle and I thought I'd share the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7920050661091815802?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7920050661091815802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7920050661091815802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7920050661091815802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7920050661091815802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/mariah-careys-pitch.html' title='Mariah Carey&apos;s Pitch'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8409951647058422422</id><published>2008-05-28T18:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:29:03.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days Out</title><content type='html'>This will probably be my last update from the States. (Maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;At this time in eleven days, I will be in Honduras. It seems so crazy to me that it's already that time again to go back to the country that I fell in love with so much. This trip has crept up on me, that's for sure. So, here are some things on my mind about this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I almost decided to just go for a week to Honduras, and then come home with the group instead of the three and a half weeks I had planned to go. I prayed and struggled about this for a week or so, just wondering whether this was what God wanted me to do or something I just decided God wanted me to do, and if this was the time to stay for so long. After talking to a few about it and getting mixed reactions, I decided to stay the extra time. I knew God would use me whatever I decided to do. And that would be extra time to spend with my Ashley who I haven't seen in seven months (oh, and I'm seeing her Friday! Yay!), and with my Sam since I won't see her until sometime in October. I know I'll have a blast once I get there and thank God that I decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Delaney had been keeping a huge secret from Sam and me for the past two months. She told us on Friday night that she's going to Honduras and staying the whole time I'm there. (Another reason that I want to stay for the longer period ;]) She and Donna had been keeping it a secret from us, but I'm glad she finally told us! Goodness gracious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm starting to wonder if the kids I met last year will remember me if we meet again (Which I'm hoping and praying we do). I mean, they have tons of groups come in each year to see them. Why would they remember me? So, hopefully they will.. Even if they don't remember me, I can't wait to see their faces. They have a special place in my heart even if we did only get to know each other for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm excited to see our group work together. This group is much younger than last year's group. I have about eight friends who are either a few years younger or older than me going on the trip. It'll be different, but I know we'll have a blast and be Jesus to the people of Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave on June 8th and the group comes back June 15th. My brother, Delaney, another friend, Ashley and I come home on July 3rd. And Miss Sam comes back in October. So, if you remember, please pray for safe travels and that we are able to do what we plan on doing, and more. Thank you so much for supporting us on this mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about what the group is doing while we're in Honduras go to   &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.gcchondurasmissions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1212006402_5"&gt;http://www.gcchondurasmissions.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  I'll probably blog every once in awhile after I'm at Casa, so make sure to stop by :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8409951647058422422?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8409951647058422422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8409951647058422422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8409951647058422422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8409951647058422422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-days-out.html' title='11 Days Out'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6030060313674641555</id><published>2008-05-26T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:01:13.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Family</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid we've become a people who are too afraid to share what's going on in our lives. I'm afraid we're too scared what others may think, so we put on our 'happy' or 'christian' masks to make people think everything is ok when in reality everything is spiraling out of control. I've done this time after time, and I get so tired of putting on a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; live life like this. We weren't designed to live life like this. God created us for something better than this. God created us for community. God created us to share with one another. This was God's intention for the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is a family. God's family. God's community of believers. We were made to open up and listen to one another. We weren't made to function by ourselves and look out for ourselves. We were made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person is just watching over their own needs and not caring about others, they just have one person looking out for them. But if a community looks out for each other, they have many people looking out for them. Can you not see how the second person would be so much better off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for us to be a family. I'm ready for the church to look out for each other, and invite others into our family. God is thrilled when His family grows. I know all these problems won't go away. They won't go away until God's Kingdom comes. But living life where we help one another, and we're there for one another, and we care for each other's needs -- that is a rich and fulfilling life. That's the life God wants for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I do see a glimpse of what God wants his family to look like. I just wish that glimpse could turn into what I see all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other. That's what God wants his family to look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6030060313674641555?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6030060313674641555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6030060313674641555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6030060313674641555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6030060313674641555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-family.html' title='God&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6807925328497994521</id><published>2008-05-20T21:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:09:01.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Ellis Family!</title><content type='html'>Three years ago our church got a new youth minister (and wife and kid ;]) from Panama City, Florida. Why they would want to leave Florida? I still don't know. But he came and I pretty much decided that he and his family were the coolest thing since sliced bread. Seriously, what they talked about what was always something new and exciting. They were just such a nice breath of fresh air.. and have been for the past three years. And then last year they had another little one who is also the coolest thing sliced bread. (Oh, and sliced bread was the epitome of cool until this family came along) I've been able to watch their girls, Emma and Chloe, grow up which has been such a blessing. With parents like theirs, it's just in their genes to do great things when they get older. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And we've had some good times, too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like guinea pig pee is poisonous, &lt;/span&gt;Dana and I tackling and wrestling each other, pulling pranks on the old ladies, slipping on their kitchen floor and getting cheesecake all over me, knocking heads together, youth group trips, church camp, and convincing me that there are nuts in everything.. including water. Good times.. Good times..&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few year I've been able to develop amazing relationships with Adam and Dana. They are people that I know are always going to be involved in my life no matter where we are geographically. They were and still are a God send for me. They have blessed my life so much. I know that if it weren't for them and the time they invested in me I wouldn't be where I am today in this walk I'm on with Jesus. They have taught me so much, not just through their words, but their actions, too. They have helped me see what's going on in our world beyond this small town I live in, how the Kingdom of God can break through now, looking out for the poor and oppressed, how God wants us to be a blessing to the world around us because He's been a blessing to us, that love wins every time, how God wants us to show grace even when it's not the easiest thing, and the list could go on and on. I have learned so much from them.&lt;br /&gt;And now they have an amazing opportunity to bless a church in South Carolina. They'll be leaving sometime this week and I can't wait to see how God uses them there. Though I am a jealous person and I'd rather just have them all to myself, I guess I should share the blessing. ;) Well, and now I have a place to stay when I want to go to a beach! (Which they will be seeing me soon.. maybe sooner than they'd like. Too bad. I'm in their lives forever now. :]) But I'm excited to see how God will use them next. The church in North Augusta is extremely lucky to be getting apart of my family. So, they better be good to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, Dana, Emma &amp;amp; Chloe-- You're always going have a special place in my heart, and I know we're going to be friends for the rest of the days until Jesus comes back. You're time here has changed my life in so many ways, I can't even begin to tell you. I don't think you know how much of a difference you have made while you've been here. I'm so grateful for all you've done, and I'm excited to see what God has in store for you in the future. And if you didn't know, I consider you guys family now. So who knows, maybe I'll move to South Carolina or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you guys so so much. Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6807925328497994521?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6807925328497994521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6807925328497994521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6807925328497994521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6807925328497994521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-you-ellis-family.html' title='Love You Ellis Family!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2351317951563793349</id><published>2008-05-13T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:55:43.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing</title><content type='html'>OK, So Dana didn't tag me, but I know she, and all of you, want to learn more about this girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was all of 6 years old.. doing what 6 year old ornery girls do. Living in too small of a town.. bugging my thirteen year old sister, getting into chaos, loving the end of my kindergarten year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 things on my to-do list today: (today is almost over, so tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;1. wake up&lt;br /&gt;2. get through a horrible day of school&lt;br /&gt;3. pack for Alabama&lt;br /&gt;4. see Sayesha get voted off American Idol&lt;br /&gt;5. try to get some homework done before I leave town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. sour patch kids&lt;br /&gt;2. mint oreos&lt;br /&gt;3. clementines&lt;br /&gt;4. cookie cake&lt;br /&gt;5. whatever I can find :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. move myself and a few certain others to Honduras (by force, if necessary)&lt;br /&gt;2. start a children's home&lt;br /&gt;3. buy a house, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;4. help with something that's going to last longer than just this life&lt;br /&gt;5. i think that's enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a coke addict. No, not the drug, the beverage. I drink it too much.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get on the computer too much&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a teenager. I think that's a bad habit in itself&lt;br /&gt;4. Impatience&lt;br /&gt;5. Not liking/wanting change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fairmont, WV&lt;br /&gt;2. Belpre, OH&lt;br /&gt;3. Vienna, WV&lt;br /&gt;4. Honduras. OK, that's just the future&lt;br /&gt;5. NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had or have:&lt;br /&gt;1. slave&lt;br /&gt;2. maid&lt;br /&gt;3. student&lt;br /&gt;4. people pleaser&lt;br /&gt;5. you tell me. i've been it all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I want to know more about (you're tagged!): Sam, Rachel, Ashley, Maria and Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go! Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2351317951563793349?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2351317951563793349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2351317951563793349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2351317951563793349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2351317951563793349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-thing.html' title='This Thing'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2403591068879763579</id><published>2008-05-10T19:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:36:36.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: This may turn out to be long and hard to follow because I'm feeling totally scatterbrained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, is the holiday that is occurring tomorrow "Happy Mothers Day" or Happy Mother&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s Day"? I must know. It bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. now I'll begin on the sappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years I've started another family. I've started adopting more and more people into it. And overtime I've gained some little and big sisters, big brothers, aunts, uncles, tons of moms, a few dads and even a couple set of grandparents. It just won't stop growing, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love it&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure, last I counted, I have around 15 moms. And some of them would rather be big sister or aunt figures, but nope, they're my moms. And I love all of them. I've developed such amazing relationships with these women. They are such Godly women who show me Jesus every time I'm blessed to be in their presence. I couldn't have asked for any greater examples of Christ in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I love all of them so so much, there's one special lady I love even more. The woman who has dealt with me long before my adopted mommas came along. :) My mom is an incredible woman. I can't put into words how much I appreciate and love everything about her. And though many girls swear they will never turn out to be like their mothers, I hear from others and see myself that I am turning into my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Some things my mom and I have in common?&lt;br /&gt;Our laughs, the way we talk to animals as though they had any clue what we were talking about, worrying about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, being a perfectionist, being down right silly, singing and dancing like crazy people when no one is watching (ok, her anyway), crying at the littlest things, trying to make others happier and laugh, loving children, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for blessing me with someone as great and wonderful as her because I know I don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom- thank you thank you thank for putting up with me the last 16 years :) You are one amazing woman and someone I'm trying my hardest to be more like. You are Jesus to everyone you meet. Thank you for being such a loving and caring mother even when I sometimes wish you wouldn't be. You are the coolest chick around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I can be as good of a mom to my kids (which will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; in the future) as you are to me. I love you more than words can describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my God every time I remember you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2403591068879763579?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2403591068879763579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2403591068879763579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2403591068879763579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2403591068879763579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day_10.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7451142379023024464</id><published>2008-05-08T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:24:42.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Monkey</title><content type='html'>I'm having to do this poetry folder for English (which serves me no use, but that's not the point), and Tiffany showed me this poem. It made me laugh a lot. So, I thought I'd share it with you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael was a monkey, and a lonely chimpanzee,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying hard to find a lady chimp to share his tree;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was but one hiccup in this quest to soothe his heart:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every time he talked to monkey girls he’d start to fart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hello, how are you?” he’d say, “and how’s your Dad and Mum?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly a trumpeting would issue from his bum;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’d go red and she’d turn green then run away to boot,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael farted loudly – like a fifteen-gun salute!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once he went out dancing with a cork jammed up his date,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything went smoothly, and he met a nice primate;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When he got a kiss the pressure rose, the cork let fly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Flew across the dance floor and took out the drummer’s eye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even when he used to sit in school it had him beat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If a female smiled at him, he’d lift up from the seat!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the chimps would chuckle, even stern old teacher laughed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever after Michael bore the nickname “Hovercraft.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then one day he found his love down at the swimming pool,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Standing waist-deep in the water looking really cool;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael waded up to her and looked into her eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everybody watched two sets of bubbles start to rise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the chimps then laughed and sang, and cheered the pair en masse,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then they had to clear the pool, because of all the gas;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even at the wedding when the marriage vows were said,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the guests looked funny with a gas mask on each head!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So they lived quite happily, a chimp and his new bride,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Flatulence Forever” was the sign they put outside;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right next to the other sign, that told the folk who came:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Visit us, you’re welcome here, but please – No Naked Flame!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7451142379023024464?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7451142379023024464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7451142379023024464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7451142379023024464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7451142379023024464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/michael-monkey.html' title='Michael Monkey'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1610950860836137782</id><published>2008-05-05T08:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:28.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SB797OPiMeI/AAAAAAAAADM/qwRlVqpFvL8/s1600-h/100_1585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SB797OPiMeI/AAAAAAAAADM/qwRlVqpFvL8/s320/100_1585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196870213909492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a very close call. I'm deathly allergic to nuts, which we've known since I was about four. And the doctor told me the reaction would get worse every time. I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; careful with all of that, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the nuts crept up on me last night in form of an oatmeal raisin cookie (which was quite good until I realized it had nuts in it!) I had eaten half of the cookie before I realized it had walnuts in it, and I've never actually eaten a nut before. I've always realized that there's a nut in my mouth before I digest it. But not last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sam and I rushed to my house after I searched and found no benadryl in my purse. Can you say 50 on Grand Central? Yeah, Sam loves me that much. Anyway.. I ran in the house, in the process breaking my flip flop, and yelled to my mom while they were having small groups, opened up the medicine cabinet and threw an empty benadryl container. (Sorry if I hit someone.) I finally got some benadryl, and by the time it was all over I had 75 milligrams of it. (I'm still a bit drowsy :]) We sat around talking and such for awhile as I drank lots of water, but then for the first time ever I started getting hot, and itching uncontrollably and I thought my eardrums were going to burst. It was scary to say the least, I cried and told mom we had to go to the hospital. So Katie stabbed me with my epipen (which was the first time I had to use that, too) and we went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the waiting room for about half an hour and some amazing people showed up to sit with me and wait.  While I was waiting, I went to the bathroom and picked up my shirt, and my body was pretty much one big hive. It would've been cool if they didn't itch so bad. Anyway, they started looking at me and moved me to a bed. Then I got an IV with some steroids to help the swelling go down since I was swelling like everywhere. After being in there for about an hour, they finally started kicking in and making the swelling go down. And now I'm finally back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and I'm not one big hive anymore. The doctor said I might have the rash for a few days, but it's all gone, too. :) I have to take benadryl for the next few days and some more steroids, too. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I'm thankful for Katie being there and stabbing me with the epipen. I'm thankful for everyone who called to see how I was doing. I'm thankful for the prayer warriors asking everyone to pray for me. I'm thankful for my parents dealing with this whole nut thing so well. I'm thankful for Sam speeding down Grand Central to help save my life :) I'm thankful for Sam, Rachel, Donna, Heather and Katie coming and seeing me at the ER. And most importantly, I'm thankful for being alive more than usual today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's not finished with me yet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-1610950860836137782?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1610950860836137782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1610950860836137782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1610950860836137782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1610950860836137782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-evening.html' title='Fun Evening'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SB797OPiMeI/AAAAAAAAADM/qwRlVqpFvL8/s72-c/100_1585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7989202686227461971</id><published>2008-05-04T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:24:19.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unworthy..</title><content type='html'>Friday evening was a night that will go down in the Spivy books. I came home and got on the computer(surprise!). The basement smelled damp, so I turned on the light. I soon discovered water had come into the basement and the sewage system had backed up. Mom, Dad and my sister were at the movies, but I still thought I should tell them what was going on. Dad soon came home and we got it cleaned up, and today the plumbers came and fixed it. I've decided I would do great in that business. Anyway.. that story is not the point of writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened Friday, oddly enough, reminded me of a family we helped in Honduras. A single mom was raising her seven children and lived in a 'house' where every time it rained (which while I was there was every day)  sewage from the house on the hill above them came through their 'house'. The youngest child was at the hospital with pneumonia because of this frequent occurrence. Our group ended up building a new home for this family with enough beds and hammocks for every person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cleaned up my basement, I asked God to be with that family and all the other families who are still living in conditions like this. Remembering this story reminded me that I am so blessed to live where I am and have the things that I have. Like indoor plumbing and running, clean water that may have some problems sometimes, but it's nothing compared to living in sewage. I'm thankful. I'm thankful for the fact that if our sewage system backing up and making our basement a little damp is the worst thing that happens to us, I do believe we're doing very well. I don't know why God decided to place me here with these gifts instead of living in Honduras in sewage, or Africa with unclean water where thousands of children and adults die of AIDS every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a greedy person having all these things while other people live in such horrible conditions. I know I'm so unworthy of all these blessings. But I'm thankful for them, and I  all too often take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed us. Remember to praise Him for all the gifts He's given to you. Ask God to be with the poor and oppressed, and how you can help make His dream become a reality. Where people don't have to live in sewage and have unclean water. We can change this world into what He dreams of it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7989202686227461971?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7989202686227461971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7989202686227461971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7989202686227461971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7989202686227461971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/unworthy.html' title='Unworthy..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2638554489743944260</id><published>2008-05-02T16:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:15:45.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna the Story Teller</title><content type='html'>So, I've started a few new habits.. I honestly have no clue how they got started, but they're just a bit ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I say speaking of.. to things that have nothing to do with what I'm about to say.&lt;br /&gt;Example: (Sam will be the person I'm talking to. Thanks Sam ;])&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I saw these cute ducks the other day. I wanted to dye one pink and keep it forever.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Speaking of ducks.. did you try that macaroni and cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no clue how that one got started, but it keeps things interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I like telling things that happen to me in stories now. If I need to tell someone something, I say "This story is called 'Anna has gone to the DMV twice and has yet to take her driver's test' "&lt;br /&gt;Then, I go into my story if the title doesn't sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that keeps things interesting too. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all from this end for now..&lt;br /&gt;I'll seriously update about better things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2638554489743944260?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2638554489743944260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2638554489743944260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2638554489743944260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2638554489743944260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/05/anna-story-teller.html' title='Anna the Story Teller'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-4164081332236898269</id><published>2008-04-27T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:01:49.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Grammy went home today, but she's still not feeling the best. Grampy should be going home tomorrow, as well. Praise God for that.&lt;br /&gt;Please still keep my family in your prayers. We appreciate them more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-4164081332236898269?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4164081332236898269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=4164081332236898269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4164081332236898269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4164081332236898269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6332351358209543946</id><published>2008-04-26T00:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:24:42.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been crazy around here.. My grandpa, popularly known as Grampy, has been in the hospital for a week now in Kentucky, and Grammy has been staying here with us. She's been sick, but is starting to feel somewhat better. And some other things are going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of this to say I covet your prayers on behalf of my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was so short, but maybe I'll update sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6332351358209543946?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6332351358209543946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6332351358209543946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6332351358209543946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6332351358209543946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-have-been-crazy-around-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-5045344799734026339</id><published>2008-04-17T15:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:28.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetfXiyBMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vRRpMJmDj3I/s1600-h/leah-engaged1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetfXiyBMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vRRpMJmDj3I/s320/leah-engaged1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190307849975235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetfniyBNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J8DNSL6xgLs/s1600-h/leah-engaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetfniyBNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J8DNSL6xgLs/s320/leah-engaged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190307854270203090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetiXiyBOI/AAAAAAAAADE/WBc2y6J-IRE/s1600-h/100_6916o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetiXiyBOI/AAAAAAAAADE/WBc2y6J-IRE/s320/100_6916o1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190307901514843362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15th.. Tax Day, the day after my birthday, the day the Titanic sunk. But! This is a good day now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister (the biological one), Leah, and her boyfriend, Corey, are now engaged as of this past Tuesday! I'm very excited for them! And Leah asked me to be the maid of honor, so that will be a lot of fun. They're thinking August, but we will see how it all goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be praying for them. They're cute. I'm getting a brother-in-law.. how weird is that? My sister is all grown up! Ahh!! It's still crazy to me, if you couldn't tell. And he may be her new best friend and life partner and all of that, but I'm still her favorite little boo sister. He can't take that spot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-5045344799734026339?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5045344799734026339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=5045344799734026339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5045344799734026339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/5045344799734026339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-sister.html' title='Yay Sister!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAetfXiyBMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vRRpMJmDj3I/s72-c/leah-engaged1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2023592992379440514</id><published>2008-04-14T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:29.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jHiyBJI/AAAAAAAAACc/ejHqG7D24ao/s1600-h/me+little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jHiyBJI/AAAAAAAAACc/ejHqG7D24ao/s320/me+little.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189190810585924754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jXiyBKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ztawrs5DIOQ/s1600-h/me+and+grammy+little+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jXiyBKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ztawrs5DIOQ/s320/me+and+grammy+little+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189190814880892066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jXiyBLI/AAAAAAAAACs/PxmlNdW16YE/s1600-h/Random-Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jXiyBLI/AAAAAAAAACs/PxmlNdW16YE/s320/Random-Anna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189190814880892082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's that day. The Sweet Sixteen. 'Sixteen and never been kissed' as my mother keeps on liking to remind me.. Ha. I used to be such an 'innocent' child. What ever happened? We'll never know. But it's been a good day. Crazy, but for the most part, good. And it will be even better tonight at my party. Unless my parents show home videos. Lord, show mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and JT made that picture thing for me. That's what you do when your a poor college student. ;) Juust kidding, I love it. He's a good brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2023592992379440514?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2023592992379440514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2023592992379440514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2023592992379440514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2023592992379440514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SAO1jHiyBJI/AAAAAAAAACc/ejHqG7D24ao/s72-c/me+little.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1414391384922577457</id><published>2008-04-11T23:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:27:45.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12:21</title><content type='html'>Don't let evil get the best of you; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get the best of evil by doing good&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Much Love&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/1440246786321737179-1414391384922577457?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1414391384922577457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1414391384922577457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1414391384922577457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1414391384922577457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-life-is-complete.html' title='Romans 12:21'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1029024269175169837</id><published>2008-04-09T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:08:42.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray!</title><content type='html'>A little girl, Izzy, that my friends in Honduras have been helping was accepted to the Shriner's Hospital in Shreveport, Louisiana. We have a blog about her and the fundraiser we're trying to do. We'll be trying to set up a way so those who can help can just say how much they want to give on the site.&lt;br /&gt;If you can help in anyway, we would appreciate it greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying that everything works out with getting Isabel's visa and the weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://hopeforhungrychildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view our blog and learn more about Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-1029024269175169837?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1029024269175169837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1029024269175169837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1029024269175169837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1029024269175169837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8012984874350841317</id><published>2008-04-07T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:38:04.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing Here?</title><content type='html'>Today I have not even a clue why God put me in this town, at the school I attend, at the church I go to, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of not knowing what He wants me to do here.. I feel like I could be a brighter light in Honduras, or even downtown Cincinnati. Blah, I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the nagging ones that I love ;)- I'm working on making some updates.. but I doubt they'll be coming out for awhile.. Be patient.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8012984874350841317?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8012984874350841317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8012984874350841317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8012984874350841317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8012984874350841317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title='What Am I Doing Here?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7107285312431538053</id><published>2008-03-31T20:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:23:22.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambled Thoughts</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I could write about... and some I will write about in the next few days.. or weeks.. But here are a few things that are just sticking out like a sore thumb right now (that's the saying, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sam and I are doing a fundraiser to raise money to help Casa de Esperanza pay for medical bills they have acquired to help save Izzy's life. Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hopeforhungrychildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to learn about Isabell and also what you can do to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm turning sixteen in thirteen days. Not like I'm counting or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My grandma has this annoying bear that sings 'Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows' by Lesley Gore. I made it my ringtone.. it drives everyone mad. It got stuck in my head, but it's lifted my spirits the past few days. Funny how a dumb song can do that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to Honduras for a month soon .. In sixty-seven days, to be exact. Some days I can't wait to be there again. I can't wait to love on the kids again and to see some of my kids after a year of missing them so much. Other days.. I can wait just a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- July 3rd is going to be one tough day. Leaving my best friend (and now sister) in a foreign country for a few months is not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More friends have moved away from me in the past nine months than ever before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When one of those friends that has recently moved away surprises you and visits you at school, it really does make life a little better. Especially when they'll be there for the next four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Distance sucks. The End. Whether it's the distance across the bridge, Indiana, Massachusetts, Honduras, or anywhere else. It stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I always talk as someone who looks forward to change. To see what God will throw at me to work with next.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But today I don't want anything to change. &lt;/span&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm extremely nervous/afraid/anxious about the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hearing the words 'I love you' never gets old. I think that's why I say it to people as much as I do. I don't want them to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Knowing people support you when you make big decisions is such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Getting huge hugs are just about as good as someone telling you they love you. I'm quite a fan of long hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoy the time you get to spend with loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforhungrychildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-God really does have a greater plan for each person on this earth. Far greater than I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Don't ignore where God is calling you to go, or who He's calling you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7107285312431538053?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7107285312431538053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7107285312431538053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7107285312431538053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7107285312431538053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/03/scrambled-thoughts.html' title='Scrambled Thoughts'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2649037035698715007</id><published>2008-03-17T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:36:53.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned Today</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posting. Lots on my mind that someday I hope to get around to typing up, but tonight it's just not happening. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some things I learned today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Confrontation has become a great thing for me. You should try it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;2. Parallel parking is, in fact, the devil's handiwork. It drives me mad. Oh, and the brave one who is attempting to teach me. My loving, patient father. It drives him mad, as well.&lt;br /&gt;3.Allergies suck... or whatever is making my eyes randomly sting and water uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a friend comes and eats lunch with you, it makes your day ten times better.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having free periods really are all they're cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;6. Podiums are extremely good hiding places when trying to get away from a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;7. People shouldn't pinch others on St. Patrick's Day even if they aren't wearing green. What if they can't afford a green shirt? Come on. ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. I like it when my sister comes home and plays guitar hero with me.&lt;br /&gt;9. The fact that my sister is letting me borrow her car for the driver's test that I'm taking in a little less than a month reminds me how much she trusts me.. or my driving anyway.&lt;br /&gt;10. Spaghetti never gets old. I eat it until my belly is plump.. though I do regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'll post something better than this later.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2649037035698715007?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2649037035698715007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2649037035698715007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2649037035698715007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2649037035698715007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-learned-today.html' title='Things I Learned Today'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-164607015517112780</id><published>2008-03-16T13:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:09:53.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fortune</title><content type='html'>Nagging never gets a person anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-164607015517112780?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/164607015517112780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=164607015517112780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/164607015517112780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/164607015517112780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-fortune.html' title='My Fortune'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-8411862656102181350</id><published>2008-03-13T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:18:14.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Stuck On Toilet For Two Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came across this in the newspaper today. Quite.. interesting.. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Authorities in the US are trying to establish what caused a 35-year-old woman to sit on her boyfriend's toilet for so long her skin grafted to the seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kansas woman Pam Babcock had to be prised off the toilet at her boyfriend Kory McFarren's house after allegedly sitting there for two years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was only moved when McFarren called 911 on February 27 and told police there was "something wrong" with his girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple told AP there was no indication Babcock had been restrained against her will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"She was not glued. She was not tied. She was just physically stuck by her body," Whipple said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;McFarren told police he had asked Babcock every day to please come out of the bathroom, but her reply was always: "Maybe tomorrow."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also said he brought her food and water every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Police found Babcock clothed and sitting on the toilet with her pants lowered to mid-thigh level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital," Whipple said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The hospital removed it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ontario's &lt;i&gt;City News&lt;/i&gt; website is reporting that McFarren may face charges in relation to the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questions are being asked about why the 36-year-old antique store worker didn't raise the alarm earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he insists the situation developed slowly and he had come to believe his girlfriend's behaviour wasn't strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It just kind of happened one day; she went in and had been in there a little while, the next time it was a little longer. Then she got it in her head she was going to stay - like it was a safe place for her," he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;McFarren insisted Babcock hadn't spent the entire two years on the toilet, claiming that until late January she was taking baths and changing her clothes regularly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He says he panicked and finally called for help two weeks ago when Babcock appeared groggy after spending as much as a month sitting on the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;McFarren says Babcock developed a phobia about leaving the bathroom which stemmed from beatings she received in her childhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But despite his professions that he was caring for his partner of 16 years, authorities have indicated they are considering charging him with mistreatment of a dependent adult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Babcock's legs atrophied (suffered muscle wastage) as a result of her sitting on the toilet for so long and it's not known if she will ever walk again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-8411862656102181350?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8411862656102181350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=8411862656102181350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8411862656102181350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/8411862656102181350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/03/woman-stuck-on-toilet-for-two-years.html' title='Woman Stuck On Toilet For Two Years'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3514416323064564317</id><published>2008-02-27T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:27:02.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies..</title><content type='html'>The first step is admitting you have a problem. And the problem is I'm an awful blogger. I need to work on that. So for the two of you who keep up with my posts, I'm sorry I've been a disappointment these past few weeks. ;) Anyway.. I apologize for my bad blogging habits. But hey, I'm alive. That's good enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3514416323064564317?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3514416323064564317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3514416323064564317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3514416323064564317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3514416323064564317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/02/apologies.html' title='Apologies..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7977872159730295180</id><published>2008-02-13T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:06:38.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>God has blessed me tremendously. And I don't deserve it at all. But for some reason, He's been faithful and blessed my life abundantly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is always faithful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I was reminded how blessed I was by my friends and family. Nothing happened really to remind me of this, God just kept putting it on my heart. My family.. oh how undeserving I am of such loving people. I'm blessed by parents who are still so in love with each other, and are always spreading that love to their children. My parents have not only taught me about Christ and his love with their words, but also with their actions. I too easily forget how amazing they are. I've grown up in a Christian home which seems so normal to me, but is such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;God also blessed me with my amazing siblings. My sister is always there for me. She is my best friend. She's the one that buys my parents' Christmas and birthday presents. Always a help. :) She is so in love with her Father and everyone knows it. She makes me laugh constantly. She's my cheerleader. I love her for that. She's really made something for herself at such a young age, and I am so proud of her for that.&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are close in age. So with that comes the sibling fighting.  But I know deep down, he really loves me. ;) He was one of the first people to introduce me to Honduras. How could I not love him for that? He really does amaze me. I always enjoy watching him in Ambassadors. He makes me laugh constantly. God has amazing things in store for him. I can't wait to see how He uses my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends? Wonderful. Spectacular. They've been there through it all. God is using them to change the world. One is a missionary in Honduras, one is soon-to-be a missionary in Honduras, one is planning to be a Christian counselor, one wants to be in the peace corps, one is a stay-at-home mom who is donating milk to feed children who wouldn't be fed otherwise, and the list just goes on and on. I'm constantly amazed by them. They are such a blessing. And they have their faults, as do I (oh too many to name). But we share our struggles together, we laugh together, we cry together. I know these people will forever be in my heart. I love them dearly, and I know I don't tell them that nearly enough. Wherever God leads them, I hope they know that I am always there with them. They will make this world a better place. They are already helping God's Kingdom break through in awesome ways, and I know they will for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I am one blessed daughter of the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, thank you for these amazing people you've put in my life. I've seen your face time and time again through their actions and words. Help them be a light in this dark world. Be with them through all of their good times and bad. Help them know that they are always loved. And help me to be as much a blessing to them as they are to me.  You are one awesome and wonderful God. Thank you for all these blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7977872159730295180?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7977872159730295180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7977872159730295180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7977872159730295180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7977872159730295180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-4705134197534096588</id><published>2008-02-11T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:02:04.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness Week</title><content type='html'>It's really not that random anymore.. is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm done doing my random acts of kindness, I'll be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-4705134197534096588?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4705134197534096588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=4705134197534096588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4705134197534096588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/4705134197534096588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-acts-of-kindness-week.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness Week'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7420613625046199147</id><published>2008-02-01T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:50:08.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You Hannah!</title><content type='html'>Someone who has grown close to this girl's heart will be moving in a two days to Massachusetts. Hannah and her family have always been in my family's life in one way or another. Our parents have been friends since we were both little tikes, and the friendship has grown ever since then. She and I have become the best of friends since my dad became the minister at Grand Central. We always have tons of laughs when we're together. We went to Honduras and were the blonde haired gringo girls that all the Honduran men just loved. She stayed the night when my electricity was out for way too long, and still had a blast. She is such a blessing in my life and everyone she comes in contact with. I know that God has huge plans waiting for Hannah and her family, and I can't wait to see how God uses them. Pray that everything goes smoothly for them these next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippians 1:3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Much Love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7420613625046199147?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7420613625046199147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7420613625046199147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7420613625046199147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7420613625046199147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-love-you-hannah.html' title='We Love You Hannah!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3107046059809145320</id><published>2008-01-18T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:28:57.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change The World</title><content type='html'>I want to make a difference. I want to change this world into what God already sees it as. I'm afraid I've turned into one of those people that just picks out every imperfection this world has, but isn't doing anything to make it better. I'm tired of not changing things. I want to further God's Kingdom and make His dream for this world become a reality. This has been on my mind the past few weeks. I'm just ready for God to use me in whatever way He wishes. I know He has things in store for me that just seem unimaginable right now. I can't wait to see what's in store. I know this is short, but I think I'm getting my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be the change you wish to see in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3107046059809145320?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3107046059809145320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3107046059809145320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3107046059809145320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3107046059809145320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-world_18.html' title='Change The World'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7273550714499810679</id><published>2008-01-15T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:02:01.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras '08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's that time of the year again! The trip to Honduras is fast approaching, and I am so excited about having this opportunity once again. I was so blessed by the trip with the Grand Central Team last year. God worked in amazing ways through our group. I fell in love with the people of Honduras. The children I met will forever be in my heart. We could not have done it with the spiritual and financial support from so many of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On June 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, I will be heading back to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Honduras&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The group from Grand Central will be doing much of the same things we did last year. We will be building homes for families, visiting orphanages, doing a food and clothing distribution, and in all of our projects, spreading the word of God and furthering God’s Kingdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Also, this year, I have been extremely blessed with the chance to stay at Casa de Esperanza until July 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;. Jen Wright and Karen Vaughan, from the Belpre Church of Christ, fell in love with &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Honduras&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. They now run an orphanage in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Santa Ana&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;Honduras&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with fifteen amazing children. I am so excited by the opportunity to work with the Jen, Karen, and Ashley, and love on the kids that have grown so close to my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I covet your prayers for the Grand Central Team, and also for all the people who have given their all to help show God’s love to the people in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Honduras&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Thank you for your support and prayers with this effort!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7273550714499810679?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7273550714499810679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7273550714499810679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7273550714499810679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7273550714499810679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/01/honduras-08.html' title='Honduras &apos;08!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-7327394073178164359</id><published>2008-01-06T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:03:16.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>I apologize to the three of you who actually read this. And sorry for the inconsistency with blogging. Something will come to me sooner or later, and I'll get on a roll. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-7327394073178164359?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7327394073178164359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=7327394073178164359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7327394073178164359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/7327394073178164359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2008/01/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6606846860118602334</id><published>2007-12-31T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:09:12.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>The year is just about to close. Kind of crazy, if you ask me. It has totally flown by. I have loved just about every minute of this year though. It's been amazing. With Winterfest, choir competitions, two new babies, two graduations, getting my permit, birthdays, the Olympics, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honduras&lt;/span&gt;, Work Camp, Church Camp, Mission Trip, youth rallies, and complete randomness. It has been one heck of a year. I'm so thankful for all the new things I experienced. It has totally changed my life. I've strengthened many friendships that I hope will last a lifetime, and traveled to the country I love to call home. I'm so thankful for all God has allowed me to do this year. I can't wait to see what will happen in 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll find something to update about later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6606846860118602334?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6606846860118602334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6606846860118602334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6606846860118602334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6606846860118602334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3041084037427391100</id><published>2007-12-13T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:57:14.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>I went to MedExpress today to get the ankle checked out. I just pulled a ligament (I think that's what it was. lol) in my ankle. The doctor did say that rolling my ankle may happen repeatedly now that it's started. So, physical therapy looks like it's going to happen in the near future. I have to wear an aircast for a month, but I can still play. I can get back in the gym on Monday, if pain allows it. I am so excited about it. My crowd better be at the game Tuesday! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3041084037427391100?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3041084037427391100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3041084037427391100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3041084037427391100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3041084037427391100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/12/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3279882158948968728</id><published>2007-12-12T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:01:36.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of those days that was just so insane, you've just got to write it down to remember it. So, this is what I'm about to do.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning I woke up at 4 o'clock with a migraine. I've never had one that was so bad that it actually woke me up, but this one was just that. I took some medicine and tried to go back to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen. I woke mom up, so she did her momma thing and took care of me. It was precious. I was definitely reminded how thankful I am to have a mommy that will stay up with me, rub my back, and sleep on my floor just in case I need her. My migraine medicine wasn't cutting it. I felt so nauseous, it just wasn't a pretty thing. I finally fell back to sleep at about 6 that morning. My parents were gracious and let me sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in to school at about 10:30 because we had a basketball game at 1. Now, I was just planning on going and watching the game. Oh, how I'd soon be surprised. I walk in to school and our principal, Mr. Smith, and the varsity boys' coach are talking in the lobby. I was greeted by Mr. Smith asking how I was feeling, which I told him I still felt awful, and his response was "Well, I'm glad you decided to come take one for the team." Did I hear him wrong? He made it sound like I was playing! I went into the office and the secretary tells me that Kara, our other captain, just went to the doctor to get her foot x-rayed. What did I miss in two hours?? I then realized I was going to have to play even if I did puke all over the other team. That would just scare them off. Not a bad plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played. We were down by twenty or something. It was just not pretty. After maybe five minutes of playing time I came down on my ankle wrong. Now, my migraine hurt pretty bad, but this was worse. My coaches had to carry me off the court and my ankle was nice and swollen. First I cried because, well, it hurt. Then, I cried because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to play the rest of the season. But then I just laughed. I laughed because honestly, it just amazed me how bad my day had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm on crutches and my ankle is just as swollen as it was yesterday. Oddly enough it doesn't hurt all that much. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. So, pray nothing is seriously wrong and that I can play by next Tuesday! Ok, that might be asking too much, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week! Don't go break your ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3279882158948968728?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3279882158948968728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3279882158948968728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3279882158948968728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3279882158948968728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/12/fabulous-day.html' title='Fabulous Day'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1212670333447624922</id><published>2007-12-05T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:20:34.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>On the way back from Honduras, I saw a sign at one of the restaurants in the Houston Airport that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;All it said was "God Bless America"&lt;br /&gt;Before my trip to Honduras that sign would not have caught me off guard. It really wouldn't have been a big deal to me at all. You see that phrase everywhere in the states. But now? I have a totally different outlook on it. God Bless America? Hasn't God already blessed America? And my thoughts just started running from there. Everything from God blessing everyone in some form and their responsibility with those blessings. I don't feel God would bless a place so much if He didn't feel they were able to bless others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;blessed&lt;/i&gt; America, and always continues to do so. Because God blesses America, we have a responsibility. We should be using these blessings to bless others. Third-world countries are in need. America should be helping those in need, and therefore be a blessing to them. Do you see what I'm saying? And this has become so clear after visiting Honduras. I know America is doing a lot for other countries. But I still feel more can be done. God's dream for the world doesn't involve a fourteen year old girl being at the hospital by herself because both of her parents are dead. God's dream for the world isn't for a mother and her seven children to sleep in a shack with one mattress that gets submerged in water whenever it rains. Seeing how that is happening now, we should be a blessing to them and show them God's love and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same is true for individuals. God has blessed me. So, now I should try to be a blessing to everyone I come in contact with. And God has blessed you. What are you going to do with those blessings? I know this is all easier said than done. But I have faith that God actually knows what He's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be the blessing this world needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-1212670333447624922?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1212670333447624922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1212670333447624922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1212670333447624922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1212670333447624922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-2146914257020717734</id><published>2007-11-30T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:43:12.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Time</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not writing anything in almost a month. It's a bit crazy around here with school, basketball and youth group.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball is going great. I love it a lot! I'm starting on the varsity team as shooting guard, and I was also voted as co-captain.  It surprised me a lot. We had a scrimmage yesterday and I'm feeling pretty confident about the year. It's just awesome to be playing with these girls.  We have a team Bible verse that we say at the end of practice. We don't have practices on Wednesday which I've found to be such a blessing after playing for public schools. We also pray at the end of practices, and we prayed a few times during the scrimmage. It's just such an awesome experience. We all get along extremely well and have a great time together. Our scrimmage was forty-five minutes away, and we laughed and sang stupid songs the whole way there. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;They are such a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come support the Lady Wildcats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update on some other things on my mind later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-2146914257020717734?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2146914257020717734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=2146914257020717734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2146914257020717734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/2146914257020717734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/11/basketball-time.html' title='Basketball Time'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-9122962921477995289</id><published>2007-11-04T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:39:25.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>At the end of worship this morning, we were told Mario Figueroa, a sophomore at OVU, died in an ATV accident on Saturday. The congregation was totally shocked about it. I can't even imagine what his family is going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Mario's family and everyone at OVU in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-9122962921477995289?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9122962921477995289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=9122962921477995289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/9122962921477995289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/9122962921477995289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-1191835470825521304</id><published>2007-10-23T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:23:13.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Christ's love has moved me to such extremes. His love has the first and last word in everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, sometimes I just need a reminder of how much God loves me. How He unconditionally loves me no matter what I may do. No matter how many times I sin and go against His will, He still loves me, and not any less than He did before. How blessed I am to have a Father who loves me so much that He'd lay down His life for me.&lt;br /&gt;And God doesn't love any person on this earth more than the next person. God loves you just as much as He loves me. God loves the Baptists just as much as He loves the Catholics. God loves the Jews, Hindus, and Muslims just as much as He loves Christians. God loves all the terrorists on this planet just as much as He loves you. Kind of crazy when you put it in that perspective, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;God sees us all the same. Mere human beings that need his mercy and grace on them. And He's just crazy about us, and so madly in love with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I find myself wanting to love others just like God loves me. And I know I'll never be able to love someone as much as God loves me, but I can love to the best of my ability. Of course it won't be easy. Jesus didn't say following Him would be easy. If anyone told you that your life would be perfect after you became a Christian, you were clearly misinformed. You're going to have more trials and tribulations because you've decided to partner with Christ to make this world into what He's always dreamed it of being. But I'm ready for the challenge. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus' love is enough for me.&lt;/span&gt; No matter how many times I'll slip up on this journey I'm on, (which will be billions of times) God by my side and holding my hand every step of the way.&lt;/p&gt;So, here's my challenge to anyone who actually reads this silly blog of mine. Love with no limitations and expectations. Love your enemies. Love as much as humanly possible, and then a little more. Love when it's not the easiest thing to do or what's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see what this world can be like if we just loved one another just as Christ has shown love on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God. God is love. Therfore love. Without distinction, without calculation, without procrastination, love. Lavish it upon the poor, where it is very easy; especially upon the rich, who often need it most; most of all upon out equals, where it is very difficult, and for whom perhaps we do the least of all."&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Drummond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-1191835470825521304?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1191835470825521304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=1191835470825521304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1191835470825521304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/1191835470825521304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6218361487928998522</id><published>2007-10-07T21:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:19:45.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm by Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>how long have I&lt;br /&gt;been in this storm&lt;br /&gt;so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form&lt;br /&gt;water's getting harder to tread&lt;br /&gt;with these waves crashing over my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;if I'd see you&lt;br /&gt;the storminess will turn to light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;and you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;and I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't&lt;br /&gt;bring me out here to drown&lt;br /&gt;so why am I 10 feet under and upside down&lt;br /&gt;barely surviving has become my purpose&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;if I see you&lt;br /&gt;the storminess will turn to light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;and you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;and I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;and I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;everything's alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6218361487928998522?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6218361487928998522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6218361487928998522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6218361487928998522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6218361487928998522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/10/storm-by-lifehouse.html' title='Storm by Lifehouse'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-3092995879280281150</id><published>2007-09-26T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:52:43.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience..</title><content type='html'>Patience is a virtue. And something that I lack. My Dad on the other hand probably has the most patience I've ever seen in someone. I'm jealous of him for that. I didn't inherit that gene from him, unfortunately. I've been really uptight the past few days, don't ask me why, I don't even know. But the little things drive me up the wall. These are the times when patience would be a great thing to have. So, for the one or two of you who actually read this, pray for me that some of my Dad's patience might rub off on me. And maybe that I wouldn't get so irritated with things. Anyway, that's it. Just needed to get something of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-3092995879280281150?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3092995879280281150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=3092995879280281150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3092995879280281150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/3092995879280281150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/09/patience.html' title='Patience..'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440246786321737179.post-6563188122791650902</id><published>2007-09-23T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:40:51.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be working on a History assignment, but I thought I'd do this instead.  So, I'm just going to type whatever comes to mind, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been great. I'm really loving it. I was so afraid I wouldn't like it, but it's great. I think it's a great transition for Rachel and me. The teachers are fantastic, too. The classes are a lot harder there though. Midterms are tomorrow. (How crazy is that?) My grades aren't going to be so good. I'll deal with it. And try harder is all I can do, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although school is going so well, I still have these thoughts running in the back of my mind about maybe not making the best decision. What if I'm just taking the easy way out being around christians constantly? I feel like I'm just staying comfortable all the time, which I don't like. I know when I was at Jackson, I had opportunities to reach out and be Jesus to the people there, but I was too lame to be that to them, which I totally regret now. And I'm starting to think maybe if I had gone to PHS, actually I know, I would've had those same opportunities, and maybe I'd take those chances.  I know just being at Jackson may have made a difference, but I still always wonder who I helped, in a good way, if anyone.&lt;br /&gt;So, all this is to say I don't know if I'll ever have these opportunities. Actually, just now they won't be right smack in front of my face and I'll have to go out looking for them. This stuff just keeps on getting more and more complicated, the more that I actually get into the Word and reading books about christianity and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is enough for now. I'll probably update tomorrow or the next day, or the next day. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440246786321737179-6563188122791650902?l=annaspivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6563188122791650902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440246786321737179&amp;postID=6563188122791650902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6563188122791650902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440246786321737179/posts/default/6563188122791650902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaspivy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-should-be-working-on-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715503535536418544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VXappfvQrkg/SJTm-g2K80I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hIN6poi4fh4/S220/n829530057_3524388_8866o1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
