<?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-10144197</id><updated>2011-11-30T10:35:43.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im·bibe life</title><subtitle type='html'>To drink.
To absorb or take in as if by drinking.
To receive and absorb into the mind. 
To permeate; saturate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-640013290209966255</id><published>2010-10-13T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:43:27.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW it's really been a while...</title><summary type='text'>I am humored by the title of the previous post which speaks about the length of time in between posts. Why? Because NOW it's really been a while...a little over 4 years roughly. Wow...have things changed. This all seems like a lifetime ago. It's funny because 6 months ago I searched for this blog, wondering if it still existed. Once I found it, all I wanted to do is delete it - erase the words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/640013290209966255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=640013290209966255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/640013290209966255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/640013290209966255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-its-really-been-while.html' title='NOW it&apos;s really been a while...'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-115500660174812283</id><published>2006-08-07T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:10:01.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><summary type='text'>Wow...I just realize how long it has actually been since I wrote on here...good grief!!! Where to even start? It's going to really bug me now that there isn't at least one entry for every month. I guess my pet peeve is gaps in stuff like this. I should write on here more often. It always felt good to vent or share things with myself and whoever else is listening. So...I'll try to be better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115500660174812283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=115500660174812283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/115500660174812283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/115500660174812283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113919232461050692</id><published>2006-02-05T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:18:30.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Celebration</title><summary type='text'>I'm at a super bowl party right now...even though it's not really a party. It more like a few of us hanging out, eating, talking and kind of watching the game. I'm not the biggest football fan. To tell you the truth, I don't even know who's playing much less who is winning. I'm just sitting here chatting on IM with my friends, checking my email and surfing the net. The super bowl commercials are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113919232461050692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113919232461050692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113919232461050692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113919232461050692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-celebration.html' title='Super Bowl Celebration'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113919581901940301</id><published>2006-02-05T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:18:55.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of website name "Imbibe Life"</title><summary type='text'>People always ask me what "imbibe" means so I thought I should probably give a little explanation. So this is the definition according to dictionary.com:imbibe v. imbibed, imbibing, imbibes v. tr.1. To drink.2. To absorb or take in as if by drinking: The whole body... imbibes delight through every pore (Henry David Thoreau).3. To receive and absorb into the mind: Gladstone had... imbibed a strong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113919581901940301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113919581901940301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113919581901940301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113919581901940301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/meaning-of-website-name-imbibe-life.html' title='Meaning of website name &quot;Imbibe Life&quot;'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113764830147771161</id><published>2006-01-18T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:25:01.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little overwhelming...</title><summary type='text'>I started training for my new job this week. It was a little overwhelming at first, but I think it's getting better as the week goes on. The person who had the job before me came back from her new job to train me. That's been REALLY good, but she's only going to be here this week and then I'm on my own. But, I think I'm really going to like this job. It has A LOT of responsibilities and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113764830147771161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113764830147771161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113764830147771161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113764830147771161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-overwhelming.html' title='A little overwhelming...'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113764616458284370</id><published>2006-01-10T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:19:08.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for a  New Year</title><summary type='text'>Instead of writing out New Years resolutions, I find it more positive to have certain goals for a year. If you make a resolution and then break it, you feel like you failed and most of the time give up until you make the same resolution the next year. Anyways, these are my goals for this year:Get fit. Me and my friend Maranda are going to join the YMCA. I know she is going to help me be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113764616458284370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113764616458284370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113764616458284370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113764616458284370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/goals-for-new-year.html' title='Goals for a  New Year'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113589538337926654</id><published>2005-12-29T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:40:03.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the job!!!</title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to give a little update on my work life. I found out on Wednesday that I got the job! I think my official title is "Contract Monitor/ISO Documentation Specialist." Sounds pretty big huh? It's a totally awesome promotion. It will be my job to keep the managers and directors current concerning the changes that take place within Medicare and writing/revising ISO procedures. (See </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113589538337926654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113589538337926654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113589538337926654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113589538337926654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-job.html' title='I got the job!!!'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113589456052659343</id><published>2005-12-28T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:16:00.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cards etc.</title><summary type='text'>Just in case anyone is wondering why they didn't receive a Christmas card from me....I didn't send them. I bought some and I started to write them out, but they never quite made it in the mail. So...don't take it personal because you are not a lone. I still love everyone! I was hoping to finish my Christmas letter before New Years, but...I doubt that is going to happen either. Susan and Sam (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113589456052659343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113589456052659343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113589456052659343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113589456052659343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-cards-etc.html' title='Christmas cards etc.'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113634539536177126</id><published>2005-12-25T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:33:09.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We wish you a Merry Christmas- from Brandon and Aubri</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113634539536177126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113634539536177126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113634539536177126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113634539536177126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmas-from.html' title=''/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113462060189562986</id><published>2005-12-14T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:20:52.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Christmas Lights</title><summary type='text'>Check this out. It's Christmas lights on a house to the rythm of Christmas music.http://www.youtube.com/?v=fRf7JbpMOBs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113462060189562986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113462060189562986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113462060189562986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113462060189562986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/musical-christmas-lights.html' title='Musical Christmas Lights'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113461694392187399</id><published>2005-12-14T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:23:17.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><summary type='text'>Today was an AWESOME day at work! I recently applied for a new position within the company. Last week HR called me to set up 2 interviews for today. The first one would be with the HR recruiter and the other would be with the manager of the department. I was sooo ready for it today. I was studied up, looking sharp, and feeling confident…only to find out when I went down to HR today that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113461694392187399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113461694392187399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113461694392187399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113461694392187399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113470293549437722</id><published>2005-12-11T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:27:02.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 24th Birthday Brandon!!!</title><summary type='text'>This is a picture of my gorgeous husband and his cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory where we celebrated his birthday. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113470293549437722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113470293549437722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113470293549437722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113470293549437722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-24th-birthday-brandon_11.html' title='Happy 24th Birthday Brandon!!!'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-113301286806754845</id><published>2005-11-26T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T07:59:46.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie again!!!</title><summary type='text'>Mathew Born: November 6, 2005This is a picture of my little newborn nephew. He is the son of my brother Matt. In the last 5 generations of the Smole family, the oldest boy is named Mathew.He was born a little premature. His lungs were not fully developed so he had to stay in the hospital for about a week. They were advised by the hospital to keep him home until the beginning of December. So, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113301286806754845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=113301286806754845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113301286806754845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/113301286806754845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/auntie-again.html' title='Auntie again!!!'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-112709976524956699</id><published>2005-09-24T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:06:35.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dermatographic Urticaria Hives</title><summary type='text'>Ever since my Junior year of high school, I have experienced a weird allergy. It is called Dermatographic Urticaria. My skin releases histamines when I come in contact with pressure on my skin (like carrying a weighted box), temperature change (like holding something cold), or even just a light scratch or slap on my skin. A homeopathic doctor once told me that somewhere in my past, I messed up my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112709976524956699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=112709976524956699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112709976524956699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112709976524956699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/dermatographic-urticaria-hives.html' title='Dermatographic Urticaria Hives'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-112693381992829668</id><published>2005-09-13T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:16:53.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Them Like Jesus"...You're holding their hand, your straining for words. Your trying to make sense of it all.They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view. They're looking to you.Just love them like Jesus. Carry them to Him.His yoke is easy, His burden is light. You don't need to answers to all of life's questions.Just know that he loves them and stay by their side. Love them like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112693381992829668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=112693381992829668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112693381992829668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112693381992829668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-them-like-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-112658227221730077</id><published>2005-08-20T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:33:35.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughing it with the teens</title><summary type='text'>Since we recently became youth sponsors, we went camping with the youth group from August 18-20th. It was an awesome experience! I used to think that I was somewhat high maintenance, but I found out that I'm not so much. The first night we camped at a regular group campsite (which had only pit toilets) and the second night we camped on an island (which had only the "camping toilet" that we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112658227221730077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=112658227221730077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112658227221730077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112658227221730077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/08/roughing-it-with-teens.html' title='Roughing it with the teens'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-112087512044726821</id><published>2005-07-08T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:15:02.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weep with those who weep" Romans 12:15</title><summary type='text'>I think it's just amazing how God orchestrates circumstances. Today I had an wonderful but out of the ordinary, opportunity to be an encouragement to one of my friends. My friend has had a very hard year. Looking at her life from a human prospective, anyone would feel so sorry for her...She has had to carry a very heavy load in every aspect of life. Today, she opened her heart up to me and let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112087512044726821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=112087512044726821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112087512044726821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/112087512044726821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/07/weep-with-those-who-weep-romans-1215.html' title='&quot;Weep with those who weep&quot; Romans 12:15'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111983051678661394</id><published>2005-06-26T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:27:15.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Age is nothing more then a number"</title><summary type='text'>Today is my 25th birthday. I have to say that I have not been looking forward to turning 25. Not that I think I am old or anything, birthday's just don't have the same kind of meaning they once had. If people wouldn't keep bringing it up, I really would have forgotten all about it. When I woke up this morning it didn't even cross my mind.My work buddies (Sandy and Mary ) got me gave me some Dove </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111983051678661394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111983051678661394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111983051678661394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111983051678661394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/06/age-is-nothing-more-then-number.html' title='&quot;Age is nothing more then a number&quot;'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111983008161648859</id><published>2005-06-18T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:27:38.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day to "My Daddy"</title><summary type='text'>Father's Day is a day that is set aside to make sure that at least once a year we verbalize the things that we should be saying to him all year round. I have an incredible father. He is the most hard working, loving, and sacrificial man that I know. There are so many precious memories that I have that are with my dad.I remember how I used to fall asleep laying on his chest when I was really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111983008161648859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111983008161648859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111983008161648859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111983008161648859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day-to-my-daddy.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day to &quot;My Daddy&quot;'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111983020334611308</id><published>2005-06-17T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:03:12.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"In sickness and in health"</title><summary type='text'>This last week Brandon and I both came down with strep throat. Brandon woke up on Sunday morning with a severe sore throat. He had mentioned earlier in the weekend that his throat was bothering him, but it was a pretty crazy couple of days so I figured it was just due to our lack of rest. He ended up staying home on Monday. I took a half day on Monday since I was starting to feel it too. The next</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111983020334611308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111983020334611308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111983020334611308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111983020334611308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='&quot;In sickness and in health&quot;'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111699184575674307</id><published>2005-05-31T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:36:07.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Anniversary -  May 29, 2005</title><summary type='text'>Since Brandon planned our honeymoon, I thought that it would be fun to plan something special for our first anniversary. So, I booked a really cute suite at the Stagecoach Inn in Cedarburg. It was a really nice little get away. It wasn't that far from home, but at the same time it seemed like we were far away and like we had been away for a while. It was nice to just stop and enjoy a nice quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111699184575674307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111699184575674307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111699184575674307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111699184575674307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/05/our-first-anniversary-may-29-2005.html' title='Our First Anniversary -  May 29, 2005'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111576408957415084</id><published>2005-05-08T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:52:31.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Greenville 05/03/05-05/08/05</title><summary type='text'>Brandon and I decided to go down to South Carolina for Susan's graduation / little vacation (to warm weather). I was pretty fun. We kept pretty busy while we were there. We were able to meet up with some friends from school though. We saw Stephen and Anna Sprunger (our little Starbucks reunion), Amy and Andy DeLeonardis (we went to Frankie's Fun Park) , Eric Weaver (who took us to a rifle range </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111576408957415084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111576408957415084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111576408957415084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111576408957415084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/05/return-to-greenville-050305-050805.html' title='Return to Greenville 05/03/05-05/08/05'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111699234636380755</id><published>2005-05-08T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:47:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loving Mother</title><summary type='text'>Mother's Day is a day set aside specifically to show our mothers the love that we should show them everyday. My mother is very precious to me. I treasure all the memories that we've shared through out the years.I remember how she used to read to me when I was little. She recorded tapes of her reading and the little comments and questions that I made about the stories. I love those tapes so much -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111699234636380755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111699234636380755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111699234636380755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111699234636380755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-loving-mother_08.html' title='My Loving Mother'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111576393761679992</id><published>2005-04-30T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:22:47.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a teenager again!</title><summary type='text'>This weekend Brandon and I went along with the youth group (as sponsors) to Springfest at Northland Baptist Bible College. It was a lot of fun! We stayed overnight in a hotel room so we didn't have to do the whole trip at once.When we got there, we took the teens to the mall since they all like to shop. Some of the guys picked up some kind of pellet guns with the intent of shooting the girls no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111576393761679992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111576393761679992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111576393761679992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111576393761679992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-to-be-teenager-again.html' title='Oh to be a teenager again!'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111431354821864866</id><published>2005-04-20T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:49:16.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My moment with Nicholas Sparks</title><summary type='text'>I have been looking forward to today for about a month now. As soon as I saw that Nicholas Sparks would be in my area I was so excited! I marked it on my calendar right away because there was no way I would miss the opportunity to meet him. I didn't really know what to expect in attendance since he has written several books and 3 of them have been made into movies, the most recent being "The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111431354821864866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111431354821864866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111431354821864866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111431354821864866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-moment-with-nicholas-sparks.html' title='My moment with Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111301997239412441</id><published>2005-04-08T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:51:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman to my rescue</title><summary type='text'>I had a "not so pleasant experience" on the bus on my way home from work today. About 15 minutes into my 40 minute commute my attention was drawn to a certain individual that got on to the bus. He was a black man...Most likely in his early thirties...Appearing to be very outgoing and verbal regarding his, we'll say, "appreciation" for blonde girls. I first noticed him because he was trying to get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111301997239412441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111301997239412441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111301997239412441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111301997239412441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/04/superman-to-my-rescue.html' title='Superman to my rescue'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111311189125071708</id><published>2005-04-07T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:34:34.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Moments - Part 1</title><summary type='text'>This week I had several "blonde moments"...I think that I definitely live up to the blonde stereotype. I wish that I could say that I do some of these things on purpose just to be funny, but I'm not that clever. However, I'm not that embarrassed most of the time either. I actually get a kick out of it at times. But here goes for my most recent ones...1. I cooked "nothing" in the microwave. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111311189125071708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111311189125071708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111311189125071708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111311189125071708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/04/blonde-moments-part-1.html' title='Blonde Moments - Part 1'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111239779516108624</id><published>2005-04-01T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:23:15.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"April showers bring May flowers"</title><summary type='text'>It never seems to be spring to me until April 1st. For some reason the word "March" just sounds to much like winter. Today it is obvious that it is truly spring. It's been raining all day long. But, that is perfectly okay with me. I'd take rain over snow any day. I love the sound of raindrops hitting the different objects outside...the roof, the trees, the cars...it's like an orchestra of nature.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111239779516108624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111239779516108624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111239779516108624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111239779516108624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html' title='&quot;April showers bring May flowers&quot;'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111222331723994746</id><published>2005-03-30T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:55:17.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A waste of a beautiful day</title><summary type='text'>Today was the most beautiful day we've had yet this year. It seems as though spring is finally coming to us. It's so great to have the windows open and let the fresh air in. It would have been so nice to take a personal day from work and spend the whole day with Brandon. We could have ridden our bikes (the ones we bought last fall and haven't used), gone out for lunch (with one of our gift cards)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111222331723994746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111222331723994746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111222331723994746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111222331723994746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/03/waste-of-beautiful-day.html' title='A waste of a beautiful day'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111185872417417433</id><published>2005-03-26T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:57:28.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Cross- He suffered. He died. He paid it all.</title><summary type='text'>"We never know how much one loves until we know how much he is willing to endure and suffer for us."It is so amazing to me how much God loves us. Too often we go through our days not giving him the attention that we should. Somehow the price he paid for us gets lost in the shuffle of our every day lives. We're more worried about the temporal things of this world then we are about our relationship</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111185872417417433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111185872417417433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111185872417417433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111185872417417433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-cross-he-suffered-he-died-he-paid_26.html' title='At the Cross- He suffered. He died. He paid it all.'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111125017733420176</id><published>2005-03-19T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:13:36.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Then</title><summary type='text'>Support and pray for our troops. One of my pastors recently sent this to me on email. I found it very touching...http://www.clermontyellow.accountsupport.com/flash/UntilThen.swf</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111125017733420176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111125017733420176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111125017733420176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111125017733420176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/03/until-then_19.html' title='Until Then'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-111093628786983883</id><published>2005-03-15T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:18:00.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a vapour</title><summary type='text'>James 4:14 -" Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. "This past Saturday during a church service which was held at the Sheraton Hotel , a member of the church entered from the back of the room and began shooting the Pastor, his wife, his son and other church members. What a terrible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/111093628786983883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=111093628786983883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111093628786983883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/111093628786983883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-vapour.html' title='Life is a vapour'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110990503645184424</id><published>2005-03-03T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:47:44.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><summary type='text'>Today I had one of those days. You know what I mean. The kind where as soon as the day began to roll you knew it was going to be a long ride. To start my day off...I thought I missed my bus. Yep, I walked out the front door just in time to see it pass me by...a whole 5 minutes before it was suppose to be there. I thought, for goodness sake, I live near the beginning of the route...so why is there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110990503645184424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110990503645184424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110990503645184424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110990503645184424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110982470159483082</id><published>2005-03-02T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:06:47.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Alaina</title><summary type='text'>Here's our little messy Alaina...This is our adorable little niece, Alaina (My sister Brittany's daughter) . She is the most precious little person in the world. Brandon and I have a good time playing with her. It's so much fun making her smile and laugh. She's 7 months old now. She's just growing up so fast. We have to soak in every minute with her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110982470159483082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110982470159483082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110982470159483082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110982470159483082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-little-alaina.html' title='Our Little Alaina'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110953216313762629</id><published>2005-02-27T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:29:48.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh - Happy Birthday and Good Luck!</title><summary type='text'>I just want to send a shout out Happy Birthday to Josh Groban who turned 24 today! He will also be performing "Believe" from The Polar Express soundtrack tonight for the Academy Awards at 8:00 (EST) on ABC. "Believe" has been nominated for Best Original Song in a motion picture.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110953216313762629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110953216313762629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110953216313762629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110953216313762629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/02/josh-happy-birthday-and-good-luck.html' title='Josh - Happy Birthday and Good Luck!'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110953303475327153</id><published>2005-02-25T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:37:14.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Fellowship</title><summary type='text'>I had the opportunity to get together with two wonderful sisters-in-Christ tonight for dinner. It was so good to hear what wonderful things God is doing in their individual lives and how he has been with them through trials. Even though it's hard to keep doing what is right sometimes...it pays off. It is also so important to be an encourager in the things of the Lord. When people are struggling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110953303475327153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110953303475327153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110953303475327153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110953303475327153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/02/sweet-fellowship.html' title='Sweet Fellowship'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110913145803245220</id><published>2005-02-20T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:13:03.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Josh</title><summary type='text'>Josh Groban at the US Cellular Arena on February 19, 2005 (Picture by Jack Orton - JSOnline)Last night I had the most awesome experience. I got to see Josh Groban LIVE!! I had tears in my eyes for at least his first three songs. His voice is sooo incredibly beautiful words can't even describe it. It's hard to believe that someone can make such a beautiful noise. The only thing that could have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110913145803245220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110913145803245220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110913145803245220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110913145803245220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-josh_20.html' title='I Love Josh'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110826909225594681</id><published>2005-02-12T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:38:05.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><summary type='text'>This Valentine's Day is our first as a married couple. Since it falls on a weekday, we had thought about celebrating it on the weekend. But, I didn't quite know exactly what to do to make it special and creative. Instead, Brandon surprised me. Friday night after work, I came home to a romantic steak dinner that Brandon had prepared for us . On the table were 2 dozen beautiful red roses. Josh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110826909225594681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110826909225594681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110826909225594681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110826909225594681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110712140959249834</id><published>2005-01-30T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:02:08.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessed, Dearest, and Heav'nly Friend</title><summary type='text'>I had the privilege of singing a vocal solo for the special music at church this morning. The song I sang is one of my favorite songs. The words are so meaningful and the music is so lovely.Jesus, Savior, Blessed Friend by Deborah Govenor"Whom have I, O Lord, beside you?What have I except your love?Where is home if not for heaven, there to dwell with you above?Who are you, if not my Savior?Who am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110712140959249834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110712140959249834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110712140959249834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110712140959249834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/01/blessed-dearest-and-heavnly-friend.html' title='The Blessed, Dearest, and Heav&apos;nly Friend'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110642262818349870</id><published>2005-01-22T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:14:43.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Saturday</title><summary type='text'>Today is Saturday. I love Saturdays. I actually have time to run errands and spend time with family and friends. But, today is not one of those types of Saturdays. The things I want to get done today all involve going outside...Driving somewhere. As I look out the window I know that that's probably not going to happen. All I can see it white. White snow on the ground, blowing in the air and at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110642262818349870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110642262818349870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110642262818349870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110642262818349870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/01/snowy-saturday.html' title='Snowy Saturday'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10144197.post-110574668578057844</id><published>2005-01-14T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:15:49.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus blessings</title><summary type='text'>This week I began commuting by the city bus to work. It's so convenient - I live right on the bus line. I can actually see the bus stop through my window- it's that close! And the bus drops me off only 1 block from my work. I figured it would be cheaper in the long run since, I wouldn't have to pay for parking, gas, and any damages that might occur driving in the wonderful winter conditions. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/feeds/110574668578057844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10144197&amp;postID=110574668578057844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110574668578057844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10144197/posts/default/110574668578057844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbibelife.blogspot.com/2005/01/bus-blessings.html' title='Bus blessings'/><author><name>A~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223167654608977442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
