<?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-2369643524460189096</id><updated>2011-11-10T15:18:15.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stunned and Amazed</title><subtitle type='html'>"Be stunned and amazed, blind yourselves and be sightless" -Isaiah 29:9</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205725098537100968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aS8VH_Ax4KQ/TpZProvp6-I/AAAAAAAAADs/Nnq_9pisShg/s220/IMG_6926.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369643524460189096.post-8692180150234706473</id><published>2011-11-08T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:40:21.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living up to expectations?</title><content type='html'>Some girls want to be a princess or a celebrity when they grow up. Not me, however, I always had much more realistic goals, like being an astronaut, becoming a bull rider, and marrying JC Chasez. Clearly those goals have worked out well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe some of my dreams weren't so realistic, but I did have some expectations for high school. I was going to be a varsity basketball starter as a freshman, date the star of the football team, wear his jersey and letter-jacket to all his games, be crowned homecoming, and live happily ever after. Totally achievable goals, right? Um, NO. Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where reality comes into play. I rarely started junior varsity games, even as a sophomore. I still have never had a boyfriend. Even as a senior, I attended the majority of the football games without a jersey or letter-jacket. And as for homecoming queen? Ha! That title actually belongs to my gorgeous, awesome, definitely deserving best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty clear that my high school experience hasn't been quite what I was hoping for. I tend to have a hard time accepting anything less than perfection, but not in this case. I'm perfectly content with the life I have been dealt. I may not be perfect and popular, but who cares? I know I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These silly measurements of high school popularity are just that: silly. I'm a little ashamed to remember I once desired all these things. Whether or not I'm "that girl" doesn't define me as a person. My success over the last four years isn't even defined in how many of these popularity measurements I've reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it may have been nice to accomplish such things during my teenage years, but in the long run none of it will matter. Nobody will care how "cool" of a high school student I was, so why dwell on what I didn't do? Instead of viewing these four years as a failure, I see them as a major success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't learn what it feels like to be the most popular girl in the school, but I'm also glad I didn't. Now that I'm older, I realize that I'm someone who enjoys the spotlight. My idea of fun is sipping on some coffee while watching a movie... in bed, a lifestyle far removed from that of the typical teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what: I'm not the typical teenager. In fact, I wasn't even created to blend in with the crowd. I was made to stand out and be so much more: a light, a helper, a leader, and a servant. While sometimes choosing to be different might not be easy, I know it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone will hate you because of me. But Not a hair &amp;nbsp;your head will perish. Stand firm and you will win life." (Luke 21:17-19)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369643524460189096-8692180150234706473?l=stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/feeds/8692180150234706473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-up-to-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default/8692180150234706473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default/8692180150234706473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-up-to-expectations.html' title='Living up to expectations?'/><author><name>Emily Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205725098537100968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aS8VH_Ax4KQ/TpZProvp6-I/AAAAAAAAADs/Nnq_9pisShg/s220/IMG_6926.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369643524460189096.post-8894132914168071764</id><published>2011-10-29T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:27:53.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a routine</title><content type='html'>I really need to get into the habit of blogging! I keep reminding myself I need to update, but I never do. I'm a slacker. I also lack creativity, that could be a slight issue. However, although I'm a week late, I wanted to share my latest accomplishment, finishing a 5K while not being prepared whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had prepared a little bit by using my C25K iPhone app. However, leading up to the K-State Homecoming Race, I hadn't ran more than 2 miles in the last month, I wasn't going to let it stop me though, and if I had to walk some, so be it. Finishing it was all that mattered, and that's exactly what we did! It was my aunt's second 5K, so I was a little scared that she'd go off and be a champ, however, she stuck with me, even when I told her I was incapable of running and needed a walk break. I think she was glad she did take a break, though, she ended up beating her previous time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzgFKjToL9U/TqzOaIvnHVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9AJkdkQ1DSs/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzgFKjToL9U/TqzOaIvnHVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9AJkdkQ1DSs/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fairly certain it's IMPOSSIBLE to have a bad day when&lt;br /&gt;you&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;to see a sunrise like this on the way to Manhattan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8F_uqJP_hXE/TqzOelm5t9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/zdtpqcVPgpY/s1600/341166_10150329278457827_712467826_8363860_698935813_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8F_uqJP_hXE/TqzOelm5t9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/zdtpqcVPgpY/s320/341166_10150329278457827_712467826_8363860_698935813_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T27yW5PBEc/TqzOd9qr7NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CxfyS3rvqvw/s1600/338447_10150329322152827_712467826_8363971_1750016192_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T27yW5PBEc/TqzOd9qr7NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CxfyS3rvqvw/s320/338447_10150329322152827_712467826_8363971_1750016192_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "after" picture. Okay, not really... it was staged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IJEeYrSHek/TqzOdL4h8LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ClQ7aZ7F3Mw/s1600/299277_10150329324017827_712467826_8363976_164597751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IJEeYrSHek/TqzOdL4h8LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ClQ7aZ7F3Mw/s320/299277_10150329324017827_712467826_8363976_164597751_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The real after picture! Ready for the next race!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We finished in 34 minutes and 12 seconds, which isn't too bad if you ask me. It's not like either of us had prepared for it, and I had absolutely no experience in running a race! All in all, it was a fun day! To sum it up, we enjoyed a gorgeous morning, the joy of surviving, the deliciousness of Planet Sub, the greatness of Manhattan, and I even got to end the day with a youth group hayrack ride and bonfire... pretty great to say the least!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369643524460189096-8894132914168071764?l=stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/feeds/8894132914168071764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/2011/10/finding-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default/8894132914168071764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default/8894132914168071764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/2011/10/finding-routine.html' title='Finding a routine'/><author><name>Emily Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205725098537100968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aS8VH_Ax4KQ/TpZProvp6-I/AAAAAAAAADs/Nnq_9pisShg/s220/IMG_6926.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzgFKjToL9U/TqzOaIvnHVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9AJkdkQ1DSs/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369643524460189096.post-3527792252019179141</id><published>2011-10-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:27:24.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting fresh</title><content type='html'>This isn't my first attempt at starting a blog. In fact, this is actually the third try. Here's to hoping that the saying "The third time's a charm" will apply here. I guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could lay out my expectations, hopes, and plans for this blog, but honestly, I have none. I wish I could say I have one topic that I want to make a theme of this blog, but that's not the case. I'm an easily-annoyed small town teenage girl, and I'm sure many of my posts will probably reflect that. However, I'm also a Christian with big dreams, trying to make a small impact on the world, and I hope that some of my posts will reflect that, too. I guess we'll just have to wait and see! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6xT-_LyZ4I/TpZMSq3xpnI/AAAAAAAAADg/gXEn3rrgNiw/s1600/108_1567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6xT-_LyZ4I/TpZMSq3xpnI/AAAAAAAAADg/gXEn3rrgNiw/s320/108_1567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two bestfriends a girl could ask for... seriously.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369643524460189096-3527792252019179141?l=stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/feeds/3527792252019179141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/2011/10/starting-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default/3527792252019179141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369643524460189096/posts/default/3527792252019179141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stunnedandamazed.blogspot.com/2011/10/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting fresh'/><author><name>Emily Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205725098537100968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aS8VH_Ax4KQ/TpZProvp6-I/AAAAAAAAADs/Nnq_9pisShg/s220/IMG_6926.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6xT-_LyZ4I/TpZMSq3xpnI/AAAAAAAAADg/gXEn3rrgNiw/s72-c/108_1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
