<?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-14907787</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:41:08.151-06:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='plans'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='contests'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='Horse Creek'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='daily events'/><category term='blogs and websites'/><category term='tfy'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='retreats'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='about me'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Bible verses'/><category term='musings'/><category term='snow'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Martha's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Feeling free...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/SVQpdrWcB6I/AAAAAAAAGxw/wRnSIqum18Y/s1600-R/100_1521.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-2784737118408416435</id><published>2007-12-06T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:42:54.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>If you're wondering why I haven't updated this blog in forever, here's why.  I've moved to a different blog.  For most of you, reading my xanga will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about me.  Keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-2784737118408416435?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2784737118408416435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=2784737118408416435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2784737118408416435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2784737118408416435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/12/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-67575351235395372</id><published>2007-08-21T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:37:47.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...life has been busy around here.  Jacque and Erin left last Monday, and then I had a couple days with an empty room.  I made no attempt to clean it, though, and the week flew by.  Then Friday came, and I had to clean my room at least a little bit before Jessica came.  She's here for until next Monday or Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started school in earnest, but I've been busy packing up books and papers from last year.  I've been doing some physics lessons and a little history in addition to practicing, but the packed schedule won't come for another week or so.  I realized earlier today that the longer I put off starting school, the later I'll be working next spring.  That means I graduate from high school a little later. :(  But I think my recital is May 3, so mark your calendars, everyone!  One of the pieces I'll be playing is coming along pretty well, but the other one needs a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've decided to get out of bed before 9:00 tomorrow morning, I guess I'll be heading off to bed in fairly short order.  God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you."  ~~Ps. 63:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-67575351235395372?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/67575351235395372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=67575351235395372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/67575351235395372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/67575351235395372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-6538270888216545234</id><published>2007-08-15T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:16:54.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEf-x0cYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oMc3JfzwKQ8/s1600-h/SD531214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEf-x0cYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oMc3JfzwKQ8/s400/SD531214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEgux0cZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WYMfSvhhqOE/s1600-h/SD531215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEgux0cZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WYMfSvhhqOE/s400/SD531215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEhOx0caI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4i92l2ayi5g/s1600-h/SD531211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEhOx0caI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4i92l2ayi5g/s400/SD531211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEhex0cbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XM3bQs3Wj0Q/s1600-h/SD531209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEhex0cbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XM3bQs3Wj0Q/s400/SD531209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-6538270888216545234?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6538270888216545234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=6538270888216545234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/6538270888216545234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/6538270888216545234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RsNEf-x0cYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oMc3JfzwKQ8/s72-c/SD531214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8943155280255896765</id><published>2007-08-11T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:18:06.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am suddenly very anxious to start the school year.  Too bad I don't even have my books ordered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops...forgot to sign up for the ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely not been looking forward to school until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-8943155280255896765?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8943155280255896765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8943155280255896765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8943155280255896765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8943155280255896765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-suddenly-very-anxious-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-2397898882667848026</id><published>2007-07-02T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:17:31.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tfy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: I know I haven't finished describing Horse Creek, but I might get back to it...maybe. For now, here's something that I read the other day from &lt;em&gt;The Confessions of St. Augustine&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"When I name forgetfulness and at the same time recognize what I name, how do I recognize the reality unless I remember it? I do not speak of the name's sound but of the thing that it signifies. If I had forgotten that, I would surely be unable to recognize what the sound should impart. When I remember memory, memory itself is present to itself through itself. But when I remember forgetfulness, both memory and forgetfulness are present: memory by which I remember and forgetfulness which I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, if forgetfulness is retained in memory not through itself but through its image, surely it was itself once present so that its image might be acquired. But when it was present, how did it inscribe its image on memory, since by its very presence forgetfulness wipes away whatever it finds already noted there? Yet in some manner, although this manner is incomprehensible and inexplicable, I am certain that I have remembered forgetfulness itself, whereby what we remember is destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-2397898882667848026?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2397898882667848026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=2397898882667848026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2397898882667848026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2397898882667848026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/07/note-i-know-i-havent-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-5974546082943988325</id><published>2007-06-27T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:07:26.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse Creek'/><title type='text'>Tuesday--Day 2</title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning came, and everyone wanted the shower. I waited until 7:40 to crawl out of bed, but I was through the shower and dressed for breakfast with minutes to spare! After breakfast some of us headed back to our room to make our beds and clean up the room a little for room inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning's session included an examination of Psalm 24. We learned that everything in this earth belongs to God as said in verse one. We are not worthy to ascend his hill because only a perfectly righteous one may do so. However, we receive the righteousness of God and can then ascend, just as Jacob did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For morning recreation there were two games: Annie-over and Ultimate Frisbee. I played both. When Annie-over sort of died out, I joined the game of Ultimate Frisbee and even helped make a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg talked about the kingdom of God in the second morning session. The &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kingdom&lt;/span&gt; refers to the fact that God rules over his dominion, or place where he rules with authority. Second, the rule of Christ is everywhere or universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had quiet time. First we had fifteen minutes in which no one was allowed to talk. Then we all divided into our little groups for skits. In my group was Betsy, Jerusha, Tirzah, Molly, Lydia, Emily, and me. We sort of figured out what we were going to do, and then we got dressed for organized recreation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized recreation was kickball. We sat around waiting for many of the girls to get dressed and finally started without them. Once everyone was there, a total of three games were played. the Asian Invasion team lost both games they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusha, Lydia, and I played some pool before we decided to go canoeing. I quickly grew bored of trying to canoe in a straight line, so then we went swimming. The water felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free time ended, and supper passed. John McFarland spoke for the evening session on the Reformed Idol. I'll write another post on that. Pastor McFarland also led campfire. He had us listen to Steve Green. He warned us that we should spend make an effort to spread the Gospel and reach others for Crhsit. For if we don't tell others about Him, who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After campfire, I lost a ping pong game to Olivia and won an air hockey game against Taylor. Then I watched the Skittle game that was going on before we all gathered for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus was the Tuesday, the second day of camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-5974546082943988325?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5974546082943988325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=5974546082943988325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/5974546082943988325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/5974546082943988325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuesday-day-2.html' title='Tuesday--Day 2'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-2210963828350769800</id><published>2007-06-18T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:39:18.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse Creek'/><title type='text'>Horse Creek--Day 1</title><content type='html'>Since I have so much to say about my week at camp, I thought I would break the days up and write about only a little at a time to make the posts shorter. So here is what happened on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and I was nowhere near ready to go! I woke up pretty early (okay, okay, about 7:15) and started my laundry. Andrew came over about 8:00 and asked me to print off the schedule for camp, so I did that in between loads of laundry.  Then I hastily stuffed clothes into my bag and started piling stuff into the car.  Just before we left, I remembered my toothbrush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got on the road about 10:30.  On the way we stopped at Walmart for spray paint and a kickball.  We also got pop and Pringles to keep us occupied during the drive. For the next two hours, Lydia and I followed Andrew's car through multiple work zones before we pulled into Miracle Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, we unloaded all our stuff and greeted everyone who came in.  Lydia, Molly, Emily, and I tried out a foosball table that seemed strange.  Once Emily and I won that game, we walked farther into the room.  We discovered a normal foosball table! Evidently, the first one was designed for left-handed people because the players were "hitting" the ball the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:00 everyone gathered for an opening session. Our speaker, Greg Stiner, led us through a meditation of Psalm 145.  We saw God as the King. First, He is the king seen throughout the creation. Second, he is the king seen in the Bible, His Holy Word. Finally, God is the king as He is known in time and space. Greg concluded by encouraging to know and live to God as our King and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then broke for free time and supper.  After supper, Andrew, my brother and the camp manager, explained to everyone the rules for the week.  Then we were divided into teams, which we would be on for the rest of the week. My team was called the Asian Invasion, but there were no Asians on the team! I thought the name was very random, but everyone else seemed to approve of it... Other teams names were Psychotic Penguins and Rambunctious Babble Buffoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this meeting, we had campfire.  Matthew led the songs, and then Andrew led campfire.  He told us about his grandmother.  Grandma is in the nursing home now, and she doesn't remember very much anymore, but she is still happy.  She is content to let Grandpa be "her memory." Life pretty much passes her by as she sits in the nursing home day after day, but she is still a witness for God.  Those of us who go in to see her are encouraged by her cheerful smile. We can encourage others in the same way.  We may not know why we're here on earth or what our purpose is, but we can always glorify God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the senior girls gathered for devotions.  Barb, our counselor, first handed out folders, construction paper, and markers.  Everyone was encouraged to draw about their day.  I sort of doodled around on my paper, but I really preferred to write about it.  Next, Barb had everyone separate into pairs and wash each other's feet.  Then she plopped a box of nail polish on the floor so that we girls could paint each other's toenails.  I declined and went to bed, but the next morning I saw evidences of this activity as several girls sported flashy orange polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus was the first day of camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-2210963828350769800?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2210963828350769800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=2210963828350769800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2210963828350769800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2210963828350769800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/06/horse-creek-day-1.html' title='Horse Creek--Day 1'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8867097879083238285</id><published>2007-05-29T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:28:06.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I admit it.  I'm a horrible backseat driver.  But have you ever noticed differences the various reasons people become nervous when they are in the passenger seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I prefer to drive on the white line or close to it.  Before I was able to drive, my grandma always told me this story about a lady who ran into Grandma and Grandpa's mailbox because these two kids were racing on the highway and didn't get out of the way in time.  The lady had two choices: hit one of the oncoming cars or hit the mailbox.  She chose the mailbox.  I didn't know it would, but that story has drastically affected my driving.  I have this fear of getting too close to the middle line and accidentally hitting another car as we meet.  Therefore, when I'm in the passenger seat, I keep thinking that the driver is too close to the middle of the road and should move to the right some more before they hit someone. When I'm driving, I gravitate toward the white line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, my mom tends to drive down the middle of the road. She believes in driving on the road and would hate to lose control and go sliding into the ditch.  When she drives, she drives as close to the middle line as she can.  When I'm driving with her, she gasps every time I get too close to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our differences, and driving habits are only one manifestation.&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/14907787-8867097879083238285?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8867097879083238285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8867097879083238285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8867097879083238285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8867097879083238285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/05/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-317142188451249216</id><published>2007-05-16T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:09:45.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs and websites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 385px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjagHN0mkPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cEW-WxuY8xs/s1600-h/SD530303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjagHN0mkPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cEW-WxuY8xs/s400/SD530303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-KJV-15996" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;O how love I thy law! it is my meditation all the day.&lt;br /&gt;~Psalm 119: 97~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-4186227125103110539?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4186227125103110539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=4186227125103110539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4186227125103110539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4186227125103110539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-how-love-i-thy-law-it-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjagHN0mkPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cEW-WxuY8xs/s72-c/SD530303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7313930354202927272</id><published>2007-04-26T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:56:31.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pond is so full that it's pouring into the overflow tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKHd0mkMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rK5Juv8rR_g/s1600-h/SD530230.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKHd0mkMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rK5Juv8rR_g/s200/SD530230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057764611150221506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water is almost up to the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKH90mkNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6VinDsU1Gfo/s1600-h/SD530235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKH90mkNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6VinDsU1Gfo/s200/SD530235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057764619740156114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes for great fishing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKIN0mkOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eWEzHR31ZA4/s1600-h/SD530242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKIN0mkOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eWEzHR31ZA4/s200/SD530242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057764624035123426" 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/14907787-7313930354202927272?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7313930354202927272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7313930354202927272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7313930354202927272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7313930354202927272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-rain.html' title='After a Rain'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RjDKHd0mkMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rK5Juv8rR_g/s72-c/SD530230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-2493710486390813695</id><published>2007-04-23T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:52:53.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora Practices Diligently</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ860P4iTaM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ860P4iTaM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/14907787-2493710486390813695?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2493710486390813695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=2493710486390813695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2493710486390813695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2493710486390813695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/04/nora-practices-diligently.html' title='Nora Practices Diligently'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-432002195760951513</id><published>2007-04-18T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:33:07.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily events'/><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like lists. Why? Because they help me organize my thoughts and tell me what needs to be done. Once I write everything down that I need or want to do, I can decide which ones need to be done first without forgetting the rest. And once I have something done, I can cross it off the list and completely forget about it! While some lists name long-term goals and take forever to complete, others contain tasks that I do every day for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are several lists that I am currently building or using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;piano: practice 1 hr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;English: Ch 6,      pre-writing: Step 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;English: Ch 6,      pre-writing: Step 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;lit: Act V, Scenes 5-8: RG      Q's 9-10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;physics: mod. 12 test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;history: ch 21 test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bible: begin researching      Augustine's life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;adv. math: lesson 71,      probs. 16-30&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;English: Ch 6,      pre-writing: Step 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;lit: begin book report for &lt;i&gt;Macbeth&lt;/i&gt;      by deciding on thesis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;physics: organize notebook      and prepare for 3/4 test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;2. Miscellaneous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;vacuum my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;wash sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;order filters for the Roomba&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;laundry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;run w/ Brandy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;3. Pieces for Senior Recital next year (just suggestions)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Prelude” by Rachmaninoff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Rustles of Spring”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Fantasia” by Mozart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Tea for Two” (duo w/ Eric or      &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“How Great Thou Art” arr. by      Marilyn Ham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Stars and Stripes Forever”      by Sousa (trio w/ Eric &amp; Lydia)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;4. Papers I should be writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;biography on Augustine of Hippo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;article about the Great Depression (including an interview of someone who lived then)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I-Search paper for English comparing radio stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;report on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, yes, and a short article for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cyperus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-432002195760951513?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/432002195760951513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=432002195760951513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/432002195760951513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/432002195760951513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/04/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-171149854884380920</id><published>2007-04-13T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:27:16.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Sad News...sorta</title><content type='html'>This morning Lydia, Brandy, and I ran down to the Fairview park.  Once there, I noticed that they'd taken one of the basketball hoops down.  And it was the better one, the one on the east end!  I really hope they replace it before the spring picnic because otherwise I would not be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-171149854884380920?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/171149854884380920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=171149854884380920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/171149854884380920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/171149854884380920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad-newssorta.html' title='Sad News...sorta'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/SVQpdrWcB6I/AAAAAAAAGxw/wRnSIqum18Y/s1600-R/100_1521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-21853399767936866</id><published>2007-04-04T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:44:55.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreats'/><title type='text'>Spring '07 Youth Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Note: This is somewhat long, so don't worry about it if you don't make it all the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Early Saturday morning, my siblings and I, with all our luggage, piled into Andrew’s little Neon for the trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sterling&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.  In the backseat, Eric and I slept most of the trip.  We finally arrived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sterling&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; around 10:30—just in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;time for the opening game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The game involved a couple packages of Starbursts, and each player received two different colors of Starbursts. If he got an orange one, he had to tell an embarrassing story, though the rules did not say the story had to be about himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The second color of Starburst was pink: if someone got this, he had to name a special talent of his.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yellow was the third Starburst, and someone who got it had to name a place he would like to visit and why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, the red Starburst represented a pet peeve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Stan Copeland held the group captive for the next couple of hours as he discussed Exclusive Psalmody and why it is important. He stressed that psalm singing is a method of evangelism and that all the psalms point to Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Exclusive Psalmody is also a method of worship, especially worship that God has commanded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Merriam Webster’s Dictionary&lt;/i&gt; describes the word &lt;i style=""&gt;worship&lt;/i&gt; as coming from the Middle English &lt;i style=""&gt;worshipe&lt;/i&gt;, which means “worthiness, respect, reverence paid to a divine being.” Stan said this is played out in the way we treat those around us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The reason we sing only psalms in worship is that it’s the only way God has commanded us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stan said, “If God had wanted something, He would have said, ‘That’s what I want.’”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, what is not expressly commanded in the Bible is forbidden. Some people may ask about non-Psalm but biblical texts. Stan gave three arguments for not singing them in corporate worship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, we are not commanded to use them; therefore, we should not. We would be reading into the text to find what we wanted if we were looking for a reason to sing them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, these “songs” were spoken and not sung. Nowhere do we find any indication that these words of praise were set to music. Finally, no psalms were written in the New Testament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, they were all quotations taken from the Book of Psalms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, 1 Peter 3:10-12 is a quotation of Psalm 32: 14-16. Stan concluded that since God hasn’t explicitly told us to use anything besides the psalms to worship Him corporately, we should not disobey Him by lifting un-inspired, man-made worship to Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Stan spoke in the second session shortly after lunch. Here he spoke more along the historical lines of psalm-singing. As a side note, he pointed out that when people try to use Psalm 150 as an argument for singing music other than the 150 psalms, they are taking those verses out of context.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 150 speaks of praising God with “tymbral and dancing.” However, unless we are willing to use all of the instruments—and only them—as well as dancing, we shouldn’t try to use them in worship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, these instruments are associated with sacrifice, the sacrifice that the priests offered up for the people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately for us that refers to Old Testament worship, for Christ offered up the ultimate sacrifice, thereby giving us a new method of praising Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next, Stan pointed out that psalm singing is historically a mainstream position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For many, many years only the psalms were sung in church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Several times people tried to introduce other songs, but councils always opposed these suggestions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, it &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RhRTqRRiOBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/juiXuXm3FNM/s1600-h/HPIM0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RhRTqRRiOBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/juiXuXm3FNM/s200/HPIM0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049753067845728274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wasn’t until the Second Great Awakening in the nineteenth century that hymns and gospel songs became popular. Men such as Charles Wesley wrote out songs that were easier for these relatively illiterate people to sing so as to learn more about God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Throughout both sessions we sang various psalms that pointed out Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 51B spoke of the “God of [our] salvation and how He frees us from guilt. This obviously points to our Savior. Psalm 51D, stanzas six and seven speak of our mental health tell us that the Lord will sustain our minds. These words are applicable today and give us, from God, the words we need to praise Him.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RhRS6hRiOAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1CtPcaqylRA/s1600-h/HPIM0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RhRS6hRiOAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1CtPcaqylRA/s200/HPIM0486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049752247506974722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the afternoon after Pastor Copeland’s talk consisted of playing at the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There everyone could play Ultimate Frisbee or volleyball or just walk around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I almost immediately joined the game of Ultimate Frisbee, and we supposedly used a floating Frisbee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it did float, but it floated away from the edge of the lake...four times!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, my team (Mr. Yost, Alex, Nathan, Logan and I) pulled ahead of the other team (Andrew, Garrett, JD, Josh, and Jessie) 7-2 before they pulled a 6-1 run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, though, we found the strength to beat them 10-8 before they made any more goals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the game was over, a game of soccer was started, and I just sat on the sidelines and watched.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Back at the church we ate the most amazing pizza ever!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I was just really hungry, but I thought it was really good. As we waited for more pizza to arrive, we listened to Keith Mann give us a “word from the sponsor.” He talked about the wise use of Internet and cautioned us to be careful in the use of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many people assume different personalities when they log on, and he warned us not to lose the morals we keep in real life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, he encouraged us not to get too caught up in new technology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The constantly newer and better technology that enables communication around the world so often disconnects us from the community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keith told us to spend more time with real people than with people over the Internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After supper everyone walked down the street to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sterling&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; gym.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There we played Capture the Flag, dodge ball, and kickball. During Capture the Flag I spent most of my time &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RhRTrBRiOCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qGnx-92HkJA/s1600-h/HPIM0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RhRTrBRiOCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qGnx-92HkJA/s200/HPIM0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049753080730630178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;running around on the opposite side of the “field” or in jail, but it was a lot of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we played dodge ball, and though I tried to run away from the ball, it usually caught up with me pretty quickly. Finally, we played kickball, where I played left field (a place where fewer balls were kicked). I also made it all the way to second base, the only time I made it past that “kicking box.” I also played a couple games of Knock Out before we left the gym and walked back to the church.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At 10:00 all the girls were shuttled away from the church, and I went to Ginger Reed’s house with my sister and Molly and Emily Pilling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next morning in Sabbath School Andrew pointed out three applications that we could learn from singing the psalms. First, worship is special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God gave it to us so that we could bring honor and glory to Him. For example, God gave the Israelites many details how to build the tabernacle in the latter part of Exodus because He wanted His children to know how to worship Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, we must worship in both spirit and in truth. In Revelation 2: 4-5a, the members of the church in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ephesus&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; are warned, “Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first.” If we fail to worship in one aspect, then we fail to worship in the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Andrew pointed out that all our worship must go through Christ as our Mediator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hebrews 8 speaks of Christ as the new High Priest who offers intercession for our sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without Him our worship would be too full of sin for God to accept.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;However, because of the sacrifice He made on the cross, we are able to worship in spirit and in truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then we had church, and Reverend Derek Miller’s message was taken from John 11: 7-10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus went back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Judea&lt;/st1:place&gt; even though there were men out to kill Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to show people the light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;            After church we had an amazing dinner prepared by the congregation in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sterling&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.  Eventually, everyone parted and traveled their separate ways, where many will remain until the next retreat in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-21853399767936866?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/21853399767936866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=21853399767936866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/21853399767936866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/21853399767936866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7127554644353781014?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7127554644353781014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7127554644353781014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7127554644353781014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7127554644353781014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-springtime.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-3460195494434976628</id><published>2007-03-17T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:58:19.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Family...Lots of It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyiwKEV-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kCsu44CnhZE/s1600-h/HPIM0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyiwKEV-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kCsu44CnhZE/s320/HPIM0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyjQKEV_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JY-cdGogmK8/s1600-h/HPIM0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyjQKEV_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JY-cdGogmK8/s320/HPIM0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyjgKEWAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V8csO8OlbbE/s1600-h/HPIM0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyjgKEWAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V8csO8OlbbE/s320/HPIM0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyjgKEWBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/51AOEaslFWw/s1600-h/HPIM0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RfyyjgKEWBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/51AOEaslFWw/s320/HPIM0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, Dad took Eric, Lydia, and me to Cabela's.  Lydia drove us all down there, which in itself was an adventure! :P  Anyway, here are a few pictures of our excursion. In case you're wondering, we didn't go to KC &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; to go to Cabela's.  It was a major attraction for a couple of us, but Lydia and Dad had a class to go to for Lydia's pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a blast today not doing school and riding in the car listening to music and talking with my family.  We also visited our aunt and uncle and saw their new apartment, so that was fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from Cabela's.  You can view even more on my photobucket site if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfI2rNMxTLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gVap5Mw_nek/s1600-h/SD530117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfI2rNMxTLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gVap5Mw_nek/s320/SD530117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfI2rdMxTMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/G2EG5vBDGVI/s1600-h/SD530119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfI2rdMxTMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/G2EG5vBDGVI/s320/SD530119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfI2rtMxTNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2i2sKiiP9ts/s1600-h/SD530124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfI2rtMxTNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2i2sKiiP9ts/s320/SD530124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfDMO4xT9GI/AAAAAAAAAVs/yobhVBz4lw4/s1600-h/SD530107-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfDMO4xT9GI/AAAAAAAAAVs/yobhVBz4lw4/s320/SD530107-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfDMO4xT9HI/AAAAAAAAAV0/shq_C0eF1hk/s1600-h/SD530108-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfDMO4xT9HI/AAAAAAAAAV0/shq_C0eF1hk/s320/SD530108-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-3005525150863675173?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3005525150863675173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=3005525150863675173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/3005525150863675173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/3005525150863675173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/03/watching-geese.html' title='Watching the Geese'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/SVQpdrWcB6I/AAAAAAAAGxw/wRnSIqum18Y/s1600-R/100_1521.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/RfDMOYxT9FI/AAAAAAAAAVk/P664z24TscI/s72-c/SD530106-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-171034160821392002</id><published>2007-03-03T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:58:56.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>An Enjoyable Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Tonight four Scoby kids traveled down to Denison for a CY party, where we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facing the Giants&lt;/span&gt;--a very enjoyable movie.  I'd heard lots of good things about it, but nothing was like seeing it for myself.  Although I don't think the acting was spectacular, the rest of the movie (the plot and theme and enthusiasm and humor) definitely made up for it.  Everyone loaded up on Mountain Dew, the popular beverage of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home.  During that time the great philosophers in the car (I'll let you decide who they were) discussed varying aspects of onomatopoeia, palindromes, hyperboles, and pronunciation.  It was a humorous ride to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back home and watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/span&gt; with a few of my siblings, so I'm off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-171034160821392002?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/171034160821392002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=171034160821392002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/171034160821392002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/171034160821392002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/03/enjoyable-evening.html' title='An Enjoyable Evening'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ygdmG9K-a48/SVQpdrWcB6I/AAAAAAAAGxw/wRnSIqum18Y/s1600-R/100_1521.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7659683267823599284</id><published>2007-02-26T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:48:04.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Sabbath Rest</title><content type='html'>This year I have been making an effort to read the Bible through in a year.  There are times when I've have much difficulty in getting my passages read, and sometimes I don't even start! However, I'm using a Bible that has arranged passages chronologically so that the readings flow more easily.  I'm not so distracted by the verse/chapter numbers and keeping track of how much I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading in Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy--specifically the laws concerning sacrifices.  It dawned on me that God required a lot out of His people.  He chose these people for Himself, and He wanted them to reflect that.  He didn't want them to act like all the other people out there; He wanted them to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, "If God required a lot out of His people then, shouldn't He require a lot out of us today?" We live in a society that live for themselves. Events are scheduled for Sundays, and we rarely take time out of our busy schedules to talk to our Heavenly Father.  God used to punish people who dishonored the Sabbath day with death.  Today, everybody gets away with shopping or playing ball on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if others do as they please on the Seventh Day, we as Christians should respect God and honor Him on His holy day of rest. God spent a long time dictating to Moses the numerous laws and statutes that He expected the children of Israel to follow closely. They had many details to pay attention to.  Perhaps we can honor Him at least one day out of seven--not that much time considering how much was spent a couple thousand years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7659683267823599284?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7659683267823599284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7659683267823599284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7659683267823599284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7659683267823599284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/02/sabbath-rest.html' title='Sabbath Rest'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7691778153794762424</id><published>2007-02-16T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:27:42.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RdY882eXIDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zNa_LWuapGg/s1600-h/SD530003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RdY882eXIDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zNa_LWuapGg/s320/SD530003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032276649745784882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Teen;"&gt;Today I went to a nursing home.  I used to be very, very uncomfortable with nursing home residents, but it's gotten much easier to associate with them.  They love it when our homeschool group puts on a program every Valentine's Day! Even though we were a little late this year, a few residents managed to applaud our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One elderly man, when we were singing and walking among the audience, said to me, "You have a warm heart." Later we walked down the halls to give treats to the residents who weren't able to make it to the program.  One lady was astounded that we had something for her! She loved it! Another lady didn't know if she wanted anything.  She ached all over, and there was nothing else to it. She ached all over, and she didn't think she'd like Chex mix.  We gave her some anyway, hoping she'd feel better soon so that she could enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the weather and other reasons, we had a very small gathering.  However, it was very enjoyable, and we all had fun.&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/14907787-7691778153794762424?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7691778153794762424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7691778153794762424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7691778153794762424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7691778153794762424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-program.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Program'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RdY882eXIDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zNa_LWuapGg/s72-c/SD530003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7131696630444483442</id><published>2007-02-12T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:20:55.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RdDuuWeXICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hWIEkjJSMBo/s1600-h/SD530532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RdDuuWeXICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hWIEkjJSMBo/s320/SD530532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030783263847161890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is Monday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's snowing (as evidenced by the above picture). I'm enjoying watching these huge, fat flakes tumble out of the sky to the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave myself a paper cut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got the water in my bathroom back. *sigh* I have my own bathroom again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is almost Valentine's Day. On Valentine's Day our homeschool group always goes to a nursing home and sings goofy songs, putting on a mini-concert.  I'm playing "Little White Donkey." Then we hand out treats and valentines to all the residents. Last year it was 60 degrees outside.  This  year we might actually have snow on the ground!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...is the day that the Lord has made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7131696630444483442?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7131696630444483442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7131696630444483442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7131696630444483442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7131696630444483442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-you-should-know-about-today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RdDuuWeXICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hWIEkjJSMBo/s72-c/SD530532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-4240659693428031526</id><published>2007-02-06T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:42:38.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Skating Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday night our church had a skating party in Topeka.  Almost all of the Scobys (plus Brandy and Austin) went and had a wonderful time! Here are some pictures of the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Limbo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOwRv3yzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5RlHSy7K3Mk/s1600-h/SD530493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOwRv3yzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5RlHSy7K3Mk/s320/SD530493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028566681496570674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOwxv3y0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kKnUhZhV-dQ/s1600-h/SD530515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOwxv3y0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kKnUhZhV-dQ/s320/SD530515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028566690086505282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say she was skating really fast, but really, I couldn't take very good pictures, and my camera was mad at me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOxBv3y1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-Pegd_rdcls/s1600-h/SD530503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOxBv3y1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-Pegd_rdcls/s320/SD530503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028566694381472594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia and I stayed over at the Baybutts, and I really liked this shot of Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOxRv3y2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3e9Y7IEOuxU/s1600-h/SD530527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOxRv3y2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3e9Y7IEOuxU/s320/SD530527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028566698676439906" 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/14907787-4240659693428031526?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4240659693428031526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=4240659693428031526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4240659693428031526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4240659693428031526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/02/skating-party.html' title='Skating Party'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RckOwRv3yzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5RlHSy7K3Mk/s72-c/SD530493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-4523226803445259465</id><published>2007-01-29T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:43:03.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Kansas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/Rb6icligSRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YdqF6RpNXlw/s1600-h/SD530011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/Rb6icligSRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YdqF6RpNXlw/s320/SD530011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025632846188923154" 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/14907787-4523226803445259465?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4523226803445259465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=4523226803445259465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4523226803445259465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4523226803445259465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Happy Kansas Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/Rb6icligSRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YdqF6RpNXlw/s72-c/SD530011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-1292049562816659464</id><published>2007-01-23T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:54:27.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At piano lessons today my teacher showed me the song she wants me to play next year: "Prelude" by Debussy. I was astounded at the number of glissandos and cadenzas in there--she has that much confidence in me? It does look like a fun piece. I just hope I'll play it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAACS...it went pretty well, but apparently it didn't go as well as I thought it did. There were six people competing, two of whom were Lydia and I. Two of those people used music, and when you use your music, your rating drops a point. Later, I learned that one of those placed second--beating Lydia and me out. It makes me wonder what my score was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I'm very busy with school.  Afternoons fly by before I'm even fully aware that they've arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have snow! It snowed about eight inches Saturday night, but we made it down to church anyway. The roads cleared off very quickly. Then yesterday evening the Rippes came over and we went sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the extent of what's worth repeating. I hope everyone is staying warm in their houses this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-1292049562816659464?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1292049562816659464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=1292049562816659464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/1292049562816659464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/1292049562816659464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-piano-lessons-today-my-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-3993948925052302282</id><published>2007-01-14T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:43:22.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I know the change in years has come and gone, but I thought it might be fun to give you a review.  At the prompting of Austin, I've decided on a few books and movies that I really enjoyed this year. Below are a few lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Books of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; by Cornelia Funke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reunion&lt;/span&gt; by Karen Kingsbury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Moment of Weakness&lt;/span&gt; by Karen Kingsbury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truth Seeker&lt;/span&gt; by Dee Henderson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunstin Checks In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firewall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Congeniality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladder 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flightplan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Please note that these lists are in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm constantly teased for being a blonde, here is what my year looked like (just kidding):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Took new scarf back to store...it was too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels...bottles won't fit in typewriter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Got excited - finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months...box said "2-4 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - Trapped on escalator for hours...power went out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - Tried to make Kool-Aid...8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Tried to go water skiing...couldn't find a lake with a slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition...learned later, other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - Got locked out of car in rain storm...car swamped, because top was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - The capital of California is "C"...isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - Hate M &amp;amp;M's...they are so hard to peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days...instructions said 1 hour per pound, and I weigh 108!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - Couldn't call 911...there's no eleven button on the phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-3993948925052302282?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3993948925052302282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=3993948925052302282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/3993948925052302282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/3993948925052302282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2007/01/books-and-movies.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-2212271889474545669</id><published>2006-12-29T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:00:29.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh* I'm home.</title><content type='html'>Eric, Lydia, and I went out to Colorado last week to visit Jacque. For the first couple of days, I had a blast. It was so relaxing, and we got to hang out with a bunch of new people. On Friday we went sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZvs3trsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mw_VqcVit98/s1600-h/SD530300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZvs3trsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mw_VqcVit98/s320/SD530300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014082804924657346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZvc3trrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O8koOfDpze8/s1600-h/SD530286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZvc3trrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O8koOfDpze8/s320/SD530286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014082800629690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZv83trtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qNE1pWikTG0/s1600-h/SD530306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZv83trtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qNE1pWikTG0/s320/SD530306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014082809219624658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZwc3truI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cfxWIu0HGbE/s1600-h/SD530308.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZwc3truI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cfxWIu0HGbE/s1600-h/SD530308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZwc3truI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cfxWIu0HGbE/s320/SD530308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014082817809559266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZws3trvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/88NkoucpnGI/s1600-h/SD530310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZws3trvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/88NkoucpnGI/s320/SD530310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014082822104526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we didn't do much.  Jacque had to work in the morning.  After she got back, we played a few card games, then went on a drive.  In the end we walked up to a waterfall and took pictures of the mountains. Then we went bowling Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbZc3trwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bakaF8Tnlic/s1600-h/SD530333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbZc3trwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bakaF8Tnlic/s320/SD530333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014084621695823618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbZ83trxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_rYIMChrto0/s1600-h/SD530346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbZ83trxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_rYIMChrto0/s320/SD530346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014084630285758226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbaM3tryI/AAAAAAAAABE/XB3z4qrghvM/s1600-h/SD530352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbaM3tryI/AAAAAAAAABE/XB3z4qrghvM/s320/SD530352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014084634580725538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbac3trzI/AAAAAAAAABM/ALR-FQv92wY/s1600-h/SD530390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWbac3trzI/AAAAAAAAABM/ALR-FQv92wY/s320/SD530390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014084638875692850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWba83tr0I/AAAAAAAAABU/hzdcawlKFTY/s1600-h/SD530402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWba83tr0I/AAAAAAAAABU/hzdcawlKFTY/s320/SD530402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014084647465627458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went to church.  In the afternoon we went sledding again. The first part of that was fun, and here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dad/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWdJM3tr1I/AAAAAAAAABc/lWltOXolVA0/s1600-h/ChuckandJacque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWdJM3tr1I/AAAAAAAAABc/lWltOXolVA0/s320/ChuckandJacque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014086541546205010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWdJc3tr2I/AAAAAAAAABk/UsDEcpTH8u4/s1600-h/JacqueandMishaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWdJc3tr2I/AAAAAAAAABk/UsDEcpTH8u4/s320/JacqueandMishaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014086545841172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWdJc3tr3I/AAAAAAAAABs/8F7swuXGbKI/s1600-h/Lydia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWdJc3tr3I/AAAAAAAAABs/8F7swuXGbKI/s320/Lydia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014086545841172338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part wasn't so great.  Jacque broke her leg and was flown to Denver Sunday night.  Eric, Lydia and I went back to Jacque's house in Alamosa.  There we stayed for the next couple of days while Jacque recovered from surgery.  Dad eventually brought her home Wednesday, and we left shortly afterward to beat a storm that was coming.  We stopped for the night in Lamar and got home about 4:30 yesterday.  Now we're all recovering. It's been a long week and hasn't turned out the way we thought it would.  However, we're all thankful that God kept us all safe and that the only bad thing that happened was a broken leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-2212271889474545669?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2212271889474545669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=2212271889474545669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2212271889474545669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2212271889474545669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh-im-home.html' title='*Sigh* I&apos;m home.'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_v13fVGnjQ/RZWZvs3trsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mw_VqcVit98/s72-c/SD530300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8438630134876894893</id><published>2006-12-12T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:16:18.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>It’s a long slow beautiful dance...</title><content type='html'>The beloved br--I mean cat has returned.  Hugo has been living at some neighbor's and eating well.  He was here at Thanksgiving and was fine when Jessica came, but when Rex came, enough was enough.  He was not going to live with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; dogs.  We haven't seen him since then until yesterday. Already he's made several trips inside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My grandma came out of surgery well.  For those of you who haven't heard, my grandma S. broke her leg Saturday.  It was a pretty major break in her lower right leg--both bones broken, with a total of four breaks.  However, she was able to stand up today, and that's a good thing.  She should be coming to the hospital in Sabetha Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's December, and I'm planning my summer already.  I would like to go to TFY (Theological Foundations for Youth) in Pittsburgh, but that's three weeks out of my summer.  I should get a job and all that fun stuff, but if I go to TFY, I probably wouldn't be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week after the final Kreyole class, we were hanging around the church visiting.  The Swifts sadly (to us) have moved to South Dakota, and they were in town last week to pack up the rest of their stuff.  Well, they have a set of identical twins.  I was talking to them, and they took off crawling across the floor.  However, one of them had trouble making it to his destination.  He ran straight into Lydia.  Then he tried to pull himself up and discovered it was a face he didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the cool things I've learned recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Erasmus said, "I would to God that the ploughman would sing a text of the Scriptures at his plough, and that the weaver would hum them to the tune of his shuttle...I wish that the traveller would beguile the tediousness of his journey with this pastime.  All communication of the Christian should be of the Scriptures."&lt;br /&gt;  I agree that we should spend much more time studying the Scriptures.  However, does that mean we should spend all our time studying it?  Should we neglect our schoolwork or our jobs to study the Scriptures all the time?  David did say in the psalms that he loved to meditate on God's Word both day and night.  It's an interesting point to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Second thing I learned is this: "You create parallel structure in a sentence by using the same grammatical form to express equal, or parallel structure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...Well, so maybe I didn't just learn that, but it was still cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My next assignment in history is to write a 5-7 page essay on the Christian influence of the Constitution, the Amendments, and the Federalist Papers No. 10 &amp;amp; 51 over time. Therefore, you should not expect to see me tomorrow, and if you do, please ask me why I'm not working on my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Countdowns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 3 days before they busiest day of the month (TubaFest, girls' Christmas tea party, church Christmas party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 days before Eric, Lydia, and I take the train to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow, this was a really long post. I hope the next ones won't be quite this long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-8438630134876894893?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8438630134876894893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8438630134876894893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8438630134876894893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8438630134876894893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/12/beloved-br-i-mean-cat-has-returned.html' title='It’s a long slow beautiful dance...'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-4117387878936576498</id><published>2006-12-08T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:54:11.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a very full week. School has been especially stressful with the end of the semester coming up with the desire to finish out the first half of the year well. I may not have everything that I wanted earlier, but I want to have good grades as well as understand the material. I have two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, we had a band concert this evening. There was some dead space in there when the band and choir were getting to perform. I knew that I was going to play one Christmas carol to help pass the time, but when I got there, I found out that a string on Arizona's harp had broken. So I was asked to just play some more songs. It was awful! I blundered through some music, but it was not good. Oh well, I survived that mortification. Everything else was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my PSAT scores back this week. I was disappointed in my critical reading scores, but I guess my math was okay. Not great, but acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the glum news I've given you so far, life is still good. I have my family, my friends, and a very warm stove to sit in front of whenever I get cold (which happens often :P). I'm very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Luke 2:8-18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-4117387878936576498?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4117387878936576498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=4117387878936576498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4117387878936576498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4117387878936576498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-it-has-been-very-full-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-2989168163229465259</id><published>2006-12-05T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:54:01.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>Are You Serious???</title><content type='html'>So I just found out further instructions for MAACS playoffs, which are January 13th.  I knew I would have to have my piece memorized and an original copy found by then, but I didn't know the date for sure.  That's not the twist.  The twist is that I have to have five copies mailed in by Jan. 9th.  I know, count 'em: one, two, three, four, five.  Normally, we only have to have three.  And to find the music in less than a month...I really need help.  Would anyone happen to have "Nocturne" in F Minor by Chopin, op. 55, no. 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I sent in my letter to Jane Austen yesterday.  I decided to do this contest, which is called Letters about Literature.  To compete, you have to choose a book that you really enjoyed or made you think about something and write a letter to the author.  I selected &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-2989168163229465259?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2989168163229465259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=2989168163229465259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2989168163229465259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/2989168163229465259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-serious.html' title='Are You Serious???'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-1715360516030785284</id><published>2006-11-28T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:53:45.823-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving break is over. I had a marvelous time.  I don't have all the pictures uploaded yet, so you'll have to wait patiently.  I might show you one or two, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe November is almost over.  Usually November is, to me, one of the longer months of the year.  This time it's just flown by!  In just over a month it will be 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I've started back up on school.  After a week of very few assignments, it felt good to get back in the swing of things.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/span&gt; is proving quite a challenge;  I never knew there was that much to be said about Sperm Whales!  Physics is fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I have a new favorite author: Karen Kingsbury. I've just finished reading  and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fame&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgiven&lt;/span&gt;. They are the first two books in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstborn&lt;/span&gt; series, which follows the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redemption&lt;/span&gt; series.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redemption&lt;/span&gt; series is about the Baxter family and how they have to struggle through death, near-death experiences, and (as the name of the series indicates) redemption.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstborn&lt;/span&gt; series is a follow up and and tells the story of Dane Matthews, who is the son of John and Elizabeth Baxter.  They had given him up for adoption when he was born, and now he's making his way back to his family and to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from the psalm sing Sunday evening.  All of those girls you see in the picture squeezed into one pew.  I think all of us were very hot by the time it was over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Thanksgiving%2006/SD530037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Thanksgiving%2006/SD530037.jpg" alt="" 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/14907787-1715360516030785284?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1715360516030785284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=1715360516030785284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/1715360516030785284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/1715360516030785284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-break-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Thanksgiving%2006/th_SD530037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-5467971063850081857</id><published>2006-11-25T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:53:30.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving break was good. I enjoyed having numerous guests in our home. We had lots of fun and laughter. Unfortunately, I forgot to take the camera to most of the events that we attended, so not many pictures can be found on my photobucket site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we didn't do a whole lot. In fact, I did quite a bit of school. Thursday, we went to Topeka. There I ate lots of food, lost the first game of the foosball tournament, played a couple of chords on a guitar, saw my cousins, and played football on a real football field. That's quite a ways to run! In the end we tied, 18-18. After we got home, Eric, Lydia, and I went over to Grandpa's and watched the Chiefs beat the Broncos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...I got up at 3:45 and bought a camera. It takes nice pictures. However, it didn't come with a memory card, so Dad ordered one for me, and hopefully it will come in the mail next week. When we got home, almost everybody went outside to help Dad put up the curtain to the finishing building. I stayed inside and did some school; then Jessica and I fixed lunch. Yesterday evening we went to Window Opening, which is an annual event in Sabetha. Most of the stores stay open late, and hordes of people walk Main Street being treated to goodies. There are usually some good sales, too. Afterward, the Rippes brought leftover pie from Thanksgiving and we sat around and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jessica left. Tomorrow Jacque, Erin leave with their dog Rex. That dog had a blast chasing cats. :) In the evening we'll be going to the Thanksgiving psalm sing. I am so excited about that right now. I love psalm sings! And I'll get to talk to all these cool people that I haven't seen in forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving I'm very grateful for all the family and friends that God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Thanksgiving%2006/PICT3199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Thanksgiving%2006/PICT3182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-5467971063850081857?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5467971063850081857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=5467971063850081857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/5467971063850081857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/5467971063850081857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-break-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Thanksgiving%2006/th_PICT3199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7499588896951056395</id><published>2006-11-17T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:13:43.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Today was essentially an unusual day.  We did school in the morning and had music class in the afternoon.  I tried to sing loudly; I think it worked because the person sitting next to me could hear me.  Unfortunately, she also said I missed some of my notes.  When the older group had the activity time, we played I Never.  It went pretty well, although some people were in the middle more often than others.  Maybe it's because they were faster; maybe it's because they haven't done all that stuff, although I personally believe it was the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eric and I sped (not really!) down to Rippes' so Eric and Austin could practice for tomorrow.  Then we went to band; it was so cold in the building and I had neglected to take a coat.  I borrowed Austin's for a little while and kept my hands inside my sleeves.  That helped a little.  Back at the Rippes' we had supper.  Brandy and I played Slapjack while more practicing occurred.  We even tried to bake a batch of cookies, but we forgot about them.  By the time we took them out, they were "well done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the exciting part.  When we got back from band, there was an oppossum! I didn't see it until after they finally trapped it in the huge ugly bush after getting Doggen, a flashlight, and a stick.  When it was located (way up in the branches), Ben came out and shot it several times.  I don't know if he ever got the head.  A running commentary was kept by the boys on where he did shoot it, though:&lt;br /&gt;   "Nope, that was the neck."&lt;br /&gt;   "Hey, you got it in the stomach."&lt;br /&gt;   "Oops, I guess we can't have possum belly for lunch tomorrow." :P&lt;br /&gt;   "No, you didn't get it in the head.  You shot it in the posterior!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was declared dead, and we all trooped inside out of the 30 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home, safe and sound. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7499588896951056395?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7499588896951056395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7499588896951056395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7499588896951056395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7499588896951056395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-essentially-unusual-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8916849705741274563</id><published>2006-11-15T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:24:51.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>It's a Party!</title><content type='html'>Today was Lexi's birthday, so after Kreyole class tonight we went down and had birthday cake. She turned six today. She, Taylor, Lydia, and I played Cops and Robbers for about an hour before we left. Most of the time Lexi was the cop, Lydia and I were the bad guys in jail, and Taylor...he couldn't decided which side he was on. He hung out with us in jail and followed us around when we "escaped," but he helped drag us back to jail and screamed out where we were whenever we were hiding. He was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-8916849705741274563?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8916849705741274563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8916849705741274563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8916849705741274563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8916849705741274563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='It&apos;s a Party!'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-303189016262942009</id><published>2006-11-05T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:53:17.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is drawing ever closer. I've made a goal to complete by that time: be completely caught up on school. It will be very difficult to fulfill, but I'm going to try. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year, and I don't want the threat of school looming over my shoulder the whole weekend. School really is fun, but not compared to having the whole family home (plus more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of the people that will be at the Scoby house over Thanksgiving:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/320/Cameron%20Mission%20Trip%20099.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/320/Cameron%20Mission%20Trip%20043.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/320/PICT2825_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://lh4.google.com/mscoby/RU62rhknABI/AAAAAAAAADs/m9dLx5vBLe4/PICT2251.JPG?imgmax=912" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...plus Mom and Dad and the cats. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-303189016262942009?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/303189016262942009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=303189016262942009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/303189016262942009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/303189016262942009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-is-drawing-ever-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-6665156452559646867</id><published>2006-10-31T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:49:12.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>"Trick or Treat!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/PICT3115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/PICT3115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/PICT3122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/PICT3122.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor, Alexis, and Sierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/PICT3116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/PICT3116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-6665156452559646867?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6665156452559646867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=6665156452559646867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/6665156452559646867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/6665156452559646867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='&quot;Trick or Treat!&quot;'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Halloween%2006/th_PICT3115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8692992277839857366</id><published>2006-10-30T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:19:41.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/1600/crwin061030.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/320/crwin061030.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to give everyone something to actually read when they come here, I thought I might post.  Life has been busy with school and other stuff.  Physics is incredibly hard, but I think it's going, albeit slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around Topeka today with my mom in the passenger seat. It was fun, and only one car honked at me.  I think the experience wore everybody out, though.  It was a pretty quiet ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight Savings Time ended, and I barely noticed.  Right now the date on my watch is wrong, but I'm not getting up that much earlier in the morning. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/1600/PICT3055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6539/1819/320/PICT3055.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...this was fun. :)&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/14907787-8692992277839857366?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8692992277839857366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8692992277839857366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8692992277839857366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8692992277839857366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-order-to-give-everyone-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-1128537922513302258</id><published>2006-10-25T15:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:17:21.073-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You cannot let him near the chest, man, trust me on this. You can mistrust me less than you can mistrust him. Trust me." --Johnny Depp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-1128537922513302258?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1128537922513302258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=1128537922513302258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/1128537922513302258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/1128537922513302258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-cannot-let-him-near-chest-man-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-9086894344085615587</id><published>2006-10-24T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:53:02.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mr Bennett&lt;/b&gt;. Very cynical and a bit world-weary, you take delight in mocking people. But you do have a kind heart, deep down inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mr Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Charlotte Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mary Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Kitty Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="70"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Lady Catherine de Bourgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Lydia Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mr Bingley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mr. Wickham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="35"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mrs Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="35"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mr. Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Jane Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 179); font-weight: bold; line-height: 180%; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/14907787-5295182354169919385?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5295182354169919385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=5295182354169919385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/5295182354169919385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/5295182354169919385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/howmanyofme.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7345838002615464542</id><published>2006-10-18T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:03:44.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures from almost and eon ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pumpkin Farm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2899.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Windmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Larry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/PICT2836.jpg" alt="" 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/14907787-7345838002615464542?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/October%2006/th_PICT2899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-105097959956617933</id><published>2006-10-18T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:23:31.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/6024878?FSO1&amp;amp;ATT=HMA"&gt;funny.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-105097959956617933?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/105097959956617933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=105097959956617933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/105097959956617933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/105097959956617933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8361011090300955333</id><published>2006-10-16T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:23:49.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Hinrich vs. Collison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hawkzone.cjonline.com/stories/101606/haw_bullsonics.shtml"&gt;http://hawkzone.cjonline.com/stories/101606/haw_bullsonics.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started following the KU basketball team, Kirk Hinrich and Nick Collison were star players.  Then they went to the Final Four! Then they made it to the championship game! Unfortunately, they lost.  After that season, the two graduated and moved on to pro basketball: Hinrich with the Chicago Bulls and Collison with the Seattle Sonics.  I was so excited to see that their teams played against each other, and at Allen Fieldhouse to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hawkzone.cjonline.com/stories/101606/haw_bullsonics.shtml"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-8361011090300955333?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8361011090300955333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8361011090300955333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8361011090300955333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8361011090300955333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/httphawkzone.html' title='Hinrich vs. Collison'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-4222869418497823395</id><published>2006-10-10T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:55:55.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know when it's cold when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wear shoes all day and your feet are still cold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You add yet another blanket to your bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your brother wears shoes all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your sister wears a sweatshirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You consider wearing a coat on top of your sweatshirt when you go outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The computer room is a very nice place to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The temperature outside is the same (if not lower) than it was when you woke up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-4222869418497823395?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4222869418497823395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=4222869418497823395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4222869418497823395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/4222869418497823395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-when-its-cold-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-6746180056887327046</id><published>2006-10-06T22:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:54:53.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.bebo.com/bored2"&gt;&lt;input class="button" value="Don't Click Here" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-6746180056887327046?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6746180056887327046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=6746180056887327046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/6746180056887327046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/6746180056887327046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7304595791986835037</id><published>2006-10-05T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:56:25.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Baybutts%20Week%202/PICT2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Baybutts%20Week%202/PICT2715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fall! Grandpa even combined some corn the other day.  However, he told Dad that he'd go back to doing other stuff--even if it was fun for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PSAT is coming up! Less than a week before we go take it.  Oh boy.  I'm going to take a practice test and see where I am, but I'm pretty sure the math section is going to be the hardest part. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go do English with Lydia. We have a lot to cover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7304595791986835037?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7304595791986835037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7304595791986835037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7304595791986835037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7304595791986835037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-fall-grandpa-even-combined-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/Baybutts%20Week%202/th_PICT2715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-931790994422315287</id><published>2006-10-03T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:36:15.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/September%2006/PICT2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/September%2006/PICT2789.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/September%2006/"&gt;New Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&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/14907787-931790994422315287?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/931790994422315287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=931790994422315287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/931790994422315287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/931790994422315287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/September%2006/th_PICT2789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7511715277743414891</id><published>2006-10-03T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:48:33.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Research Becomes Fun</title><content type='html'>Well...the actual research isn't so fun, but reading about the making of the atomic bomb sure is.  Eric, Lydia, and I (and perhaps Justin) are going to give a presentation on the invention of the atomic bomb and explain why and how it was made.  Today I was reading about how it was made.  It is so complex! Then I read about the testing of Fat Man, the first real test of the bomb made with plutonium.  It worked. Now to see if Truman is brave enough to order Fat Man dropped on Japan. Was it worth the cost of so many lives? or the risk of something going wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7511715277743414891?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7511715277743414891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7511715277743414891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7511715277743414891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7511715277743414891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/10/research-becomes-fun.html' title='Research Becomes Fun'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-8860125796363095563</id><published>2006-09-26T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:54:19.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>feeling better :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Impact;"&gt;well...I was kind of glum yesterday, but I'm all better now.  All the company went home, and our house was empty! I went fishing with Eric, and that helped a little even though I caught a fish.  Eric didn't even get a bite.  Today I had my piano lesson, and it went well.  We decided we weren't going to work up a trio because we've been awfully busy this school year and aren't sure we would have time to get it ready. I'm okay with that because I have a ton of stuff to do this year.  I haven't studied for the PSAT yet, and that happens in a mere two weeks. Hm...I shall do that today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-8860125796363095563?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8860125796363095563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=8860125796363095563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8860125796363095563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/8860125796363095563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeling-better.html' title='feeling better :)'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7105393538387924187</id><published>2006-09-15T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:17:22.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/"&gt;photos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7105393538387924187?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7105393538387924187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7105393538387924187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7105393538387924187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7105393538387924187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/09/photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-7282099787938339035</id><published>2006-08-23T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:28:42.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs and websites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was tiring of Blogger and was about to abandon my faithful blogspot.  Then I came to tell you I was moving and discovered that it was updated.  I am now using Blogger beta, and it is so cool.  I can goof around with my template so easily now--it's a lot of fun.  Much, much easier to edit templates and links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in case you're wondering, I am posting more often on my &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/covenanterlass"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt;, which you can  also get to through the link in my sidebar.  If you don't have a Xanga account, I will usually copy those posts onto my Freewebs &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/marthascoby/myblog.htm"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; so you can comment there if you want. The link to my Freewebs site is also in the sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-7282099787938339035?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7282099787938339035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=7282099787938339035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7282099787938339035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/7282099787938339035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-tiring-of-blogger-and-was-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115569666971526164</id><published>2006-08-15T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:51:09.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs and websites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go to Eric's &lt;a href="http://www.escoby.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for a funny joke. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115569666971526164?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115569666971526164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115569666971526164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115569666971526164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115569666971526164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-to-erics-blog-for-funny-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115449084010274497</id><published>2006-08-10T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:51:57.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs and websites'/><title type='text'>What I've Been Working On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nekhomeschool.com"&gt;Still in progress.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/austinrippe"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt; for all his work (he really did most of it :) and everybody else who offered their advice.  It is still under construction and will take a while to get much up there.  Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nekhomeschool.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115449084010274497?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115449084010274497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115449084010274497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115449084010274497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115449084010274497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-ive-been-working-on.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Working On...'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115490339935827145</id><published>2006-08-06T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:55:17.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>A Very Late Description of Horse Creek</title><content type='html'>This is about a month after the fact, but today I talked about church camp in church this afternoon.  This is what I intended to say in my talk, but naturally it didn't go quite so smoothly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a slightly unique experience at Horse Creek this year.  Instead of sleeping with the profusion of senior gals down the hall, Joanna and I partnered up and co-counseled the junior girls.  We had five girls in our room, but only two were juniors.   The other three were in junior high and couldn't fit in the senior cabin.  Mrs. Mann, the speaker for the juniors in the morning, came up to our room in the evenings and led devotions, so Joanna and I had a pretty easy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mann was the speaker for the older group, and his topic was wisdom from the book of Proverbs.  In his first study, we learned there were five purposes for Proverbs:  attaining wisdom and discipline, understanding words of insight, acquiring a desciplined and prudent life, helping people on all levels of life (that is, for the simple, young, or wise), and to sharpen the mind.  Study 2 was about God and man and why we should fear and trust the Lord.  Study three spoke on friendship and what it takes to be a good friend.  This carried over to Study four, which was about proper speech.  In order to be a good friend, we must guard our tongues and use discretion.  Things like gossip and slander can easily ruin a friendship.  Pastor Mann spoke in Study five about sexual purity and used Proverbs 7 as an illustration how to not live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for recreation, Lydia and I ended up on the same team: Deranged Pouncing Wombats.  Unfortunately, our team lagged throughout the week.  We lost the Bible quiz on Exodus, the kickball tournament, and the big relay race.  It wasn't until Wednesday night when we recruited Andrew and Pastor Mann that our team offered any competition.  As a bit of fun on the last night of Horse Creek, we played Capture the Flag in the dark with glowsticks.  Despite having three other teams attacking simultaneously at one point, the Deranged Pouncing Wombats achieved second place in that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday we had about two hours of free time in the afternoon.  I usually sat on the beach and lifeguarded about an hour.  Wednesday afternoon, I offered my advice as Jacque judged the sandcastles.  I also played a game of volleyball, but our team was so scattered that we didn't manage to play more than one game in the tournament.  Julia and I competed in the canoe race and placed third with a time of 2:30.  Andrew and Eric placed first, and Luke and Will came in second.  Not telling who placed after us, but we were not last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that camp was more than a day shorter than usual, I thought it went very well.  Some adjustments had to be made in the schedule, but it turned out well enough.  I'm interested to see what happens next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115490339935827145?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115490339935827145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115490339935827145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115490339935827145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115490339935827145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-late-description-of-horse-creek.html' title='A Very Late Description of Horse Creek'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115388709341556749</id><published>2006-07-25T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:11:33.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought life would begin to slow down last week, but it hasn't.  It seems I've been going full force! I'm working in the afternoons and (ugh) beginning to think about school.  I want to finish early next year, but history will take a long time.  I will be doing US history, physics (oooooh boy), advanced math, &lt;em&gt;Sketches from Church History&lt;/em&gt; (that should be interesting), Vocabulary from Classic Roots (this is getting scary), Wheeler's Latin, and English Workshop.  Oh, and then I'll be reading &lt;em&gt;MacBeth, Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice.&lt;/em&gt;  I think that's all, but you never know.  I think I will enjoy literature the most this year--either that or &lt;em&gt;Sketches&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I learned that we were having our kitchen wallpapered.  Yesterday it happened, and it looks nice.  I'd show you pictures, but I'm too lazy to download them off the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115388709341556749?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115388709341556749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115388709341556749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115388709341556749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115388709341556749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-thought-life-would-begin-to-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115352056675469403</id><published>2006-07-21T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:22:46.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible verses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Psalm 32C</title><content type='html'>from the Book of Psalms for Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blessedness for him whose guilt&lt;br /&gt;     Has all forgiven been!&lt;br /&gt;When his transgressions pardoned are&lt;br /&gt;    And covered is his sin.&lt;br /&gt;O blessed the man 'gainst whom the Lord&lt;br /&gt;    Counts no iniquity,&lt;br /&gt;And in whose spirit there is not&lt;br /&gt;    Deceit or treachery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kept silent, my bones aged;&lt;br /&gt;    My groaning filled each day.&lt;br /&gt;Your hand oppressed me day and night;&lt;br /&gt;    My moisture dried away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I to You admitted sin,&lt;br /&gt;    Hid not my guiltiness;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I will before the Lord&lt;br /&gt;    Transgressions now confess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then You did all my sin forgive&lt;br /&gt;    And take my guilt away.&lt;br /&gt;For this when You are near at hand&lt;br /&gt;    Let all the godly pray.&lt;br /&gt;The rising floods will harm him not.&lt;br /&gt;    You are my hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;And You will comfort me with songs&lt;br /&gt;    Of victory and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115352056675469403?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115352056675469403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115352056675469403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115352056675469403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115352056675469403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/psalm-32c.html' title='Psalm 32C'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115327467628741549</id><published>2006-07-18T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:05:50.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;RULES TO ENTER KANSAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applies to each person as they enter Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn &amp; remember: East Coast and California-types pay particular attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's get this straight; it's called a "gravel road." I drive a pickup&lt;br /&gt;truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get&lt;br /&gt;dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;3. They are cattle &amp; feed lots. That's what they smell like to you. They&lt;br /&gt;smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? I-70 goes east and&lt;br /&gt;west, I-35 goes north and south. Pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed. We have $200,000 combines&lt;br /&gt;that are driven only 3 weeks a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;5. So every person in every pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Try&lt;br /&gt;to understand the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of pheasants are coming in, we&lt;br /&gt;WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to&lt;br /&gt;your ear at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yeah, we eat catfish and mountain oysters. You really want sushi &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The "Opener" refers to the first day of pheasant season. It's a&lt;br /&gt;religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We open doors for women. That is applied to all women, regardless of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No, there's no "vegetarian special" on the menu. Order steak. Or you&lt;br /&gt;can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham  &amp; turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats,&lt;!-- D(["mb"," vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup.  12. You bring &amp;quot;coke&amp;quot; into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice. You bring &amp;quot;Mary Jane&amp;quot; into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.  13. High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.  14. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don\'t hit the water hazards - it spooks the fish.  15. Colleges? Try K-State or KU or abunch a\' others. They come outa there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at passing pickups when they come home for the holidays.  16. Anhydrous Ammonia is used as a fertilizer! Let us catch you trying to &amp;quot;cook&amp;quot; something \nwith it and we will &amp;quot;cook&amp;quot; your you-know-what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;a&gt;It\'s the future and it\'s free: Windows Live Mail beta  &lt;/a&gt; \n\n&lt;/div&gt;",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You bring "coke" into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served&lt;br /&gt;over ice. You bring "Mary Jane" into my house, she better be cute, know&lt;br /&gt;how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the&lt;br /&gt;Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards - it&lt;br /&gt;spooks the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Colleges? Try K-State or KU or abunch a' others. They come outa there&lt;br /&gt;with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at&lt;br /&gt;passing pickups when they come home for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Anhydrous Ammonia is used as a fertilizer! Let us catch you trying to&lt;br /&gt;"cook" something  with it and we will "cook" your you-know-what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14907787-115327467628741549?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115327467628741549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115327467628741549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115327467628741549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115327467628741549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/rules-to-enter-kansas-applies-to-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115317893219899242</id><published>2006-07-17T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:28:52.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse Creek'/><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>It's over, but I had a blast last week.  From counseling at Horse Creek to swimming with my family to working (well, that wasn't quite so much fun) . . . it was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115317893219899242?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115317893219899242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115317893219899242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115317893219899242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115317893219899242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115248579322847539</id><published>2006-07-09T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:57:24.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of a Very Busy Week</title><content type='html'>This week is going to fly by so fast!  First, I have to set my alarm tomorrow morning and pack for Horse Creek.  I might need to take my alarm, too, so that should remind me to put it in my bag. :)  From Monday afternoon until Thursday morning I have Horse Creek.  Thursday I rush back and work until five.  Immediately after I get off work Lydia and I go to a birthday slumber party (yay!).  Friday I work, and then my dad's family is having a picnic.  At 6:30 that evening we go to the rodeo parade.  After that some will go to the rodeo while some will come back here and butcher a pig.  I will be at the rodeo.  Saturday we eat the pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115248579322847539?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115248579322847539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115248579322847539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115248579322847539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115248579322847539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/beginning-of-very-busy-week.html' title='The Beginning of a Very Busy Week'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115241199687961378</id><published>2006-07-08T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:26:36.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally!  I found Andrew's other sandal.  Andrew finally decided it was time to wear his sandals again, so I had to remember where I'd last seen them. I knew I'd recently had one out didn't know where the other was.  Well, I found the one that was still put away but couldn't remember where the right sandal was.  I began digging in all the boxes in the closet.  In the process Jacque decided to sort through some of her boxes.  Now our room is a total mess -- it doesn't look as if we cleaned at all.  However, we really did throw away a ton of stuff!  I did find the right sandal downstairs in the closet, so everything's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of cleaning I found three books:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard Times&lt;/span&gt; by Charles Dickens, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; by Jane Austen, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt; by Alexander Dumas.  I've been wanting to read some more of Dickens and am curious to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard Times&lt;/span&gt; for myself.  I was wondering where I had put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been looking for it for two years!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt; just sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning and organizing is so much fun.  It's amazing to find the cool stuff you lost.  The feeling of accomplishment I get when I rid myself of unwanted clothes, papers, etc. is really cool, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115241199687961378?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115241199687961378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115241199687961378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115241199687961378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115241199687961378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-i-found-andrews-other-sandal.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115220685579596006</id><published>2006-07-06T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:27:35.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, President Bush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115220685579596006?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115220685579596006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115220685579596006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115220685579596006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115220685579596006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-president-bush.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115214398687978689</id><published>2006-07-05T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:59:46.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm home!  The retreat was pretty good.  We got there for a little more than a session Saturday morning and then ate lunch.  We had free time almost all afternoon; part of it I spent playing soccer with some others.  Unfortunately, we played right next to a wooded area filled with stinging nettles and poison ivy.  I didn't get anything, but some were itching pretty badly by the end of the game.  After the injury-riddled game ended, I ate a really, really good hamburger for supper.  I love grilled beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 everybody went swimming.  It was fun, even though I couldn't see very well.  We played sharks and minnows in the deep end, and I actually caught Eric when I was a shark.  He was one stroke away from touching the wall, but I got him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:45 we started making s'mores.  I had one cold because I didn't want to roast any marshmallows, but then I tried grilling one on the coals from supper.  The chocolate melted pretty well, but I lacked the patience for softening the marshmallow.  Everyone soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; migrated to the campfire for silly campfire songs.  Jacque and I sat in the back with Joel and listened to him question the origin of each song:  "Why do they come up with these? And how?  I mean, what's the connection between fish and chips and vinegar and muck and pop???  And why do they sing a song about coffee when they could make tea just as fast?  I suppose they want that tea in a tin coffeepot! and so on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At two o'clock the next morning, Jacque, Jackie, Joanna, and I tired of the wild game of ping pong (without the ping pong table) we were playing and went to bed.  Sunday morning we listened to Mr. O'Neill discuss the reasons behind evolution and how some of them fall through easily.  More people arrived, and we had a church service at 10:30.  We learned that the glory of God can be displayed through anything--even a pot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I got to play with two little kids and take Isa to the "ocean" to throw pinecones into the water.  Following a short psalm sing, we all went home and slept a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is back to normal now--if it ever is.  The Fourth of July was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to Robinson to see a spectacular fireworks show.  Afterwards I saw two little boys each kiss a toad for a dollar.  However, one of them didn't want his dollar and gave it back (he just turned three).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/PICT2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/PICT2221.jpg" alt="" 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/14907787-115214398687978689?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115214398687978689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115214398687978689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115214398687978689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115214398687978689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115171614850254511</id><published>2006-06-30T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:09:08.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The band concert went pretty well.  Despite the fact that the first conductor on the agenda never showed up and we had to skip a song, everything went smoothly.  We had a pretty good turnout, but everyone sat as far back as they could.  It was weird because I'm sure they couldn't hear nearly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of work completed.  It was pretty busy.  Not only was it very hot, but everyone also wanted to go camping.  One kid came in with two toes all bloody, so I patched him up and sent him home.  He was so sorry that he dripped all that blood on the floor and kept apologizing for it.  I just sent him home and cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't decided when we're going to leave for the retreat tomorrow.  We need to make it there by 11:00 at the latest so we don't miss three sessions, but if we leave at 8:00 we can make it for the 9:30 session.  I have so much stuff to do.   Why am I on the computer???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115171614850254511?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115171614850254511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115171614850254511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115171614850254511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115171614850254511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/band-concert-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115135968095988669</id><published>2006-06-26T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:08:10.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a few minutes I need to go change clothes and grab a bite to eat before I leave for band practice.  Only one more rehearsal before the concert tomorrow night.  Aah!  Oh well, it will be fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a needed break from work today and did several loads of laundry.  I also finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robinson Crusoe&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't particularly enjoy it, but I had never read the unabridged version before and was interested to see what it was like.  It did have a great theme!  Also, I knew it Daniel Defoe was one of the earliest prose writers.  That was actually my main reason for reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be so cool to research the different eras of literature and write about how literature developed into what it is today.  I'd like to know how literature has changed over the years (besides the sentences used to be really long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite song is "Wherever You Are" by Jack Ingram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115135968095988669?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115135968095988669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115135968095988669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115135968095988669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115135968095988669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-few-minutes-i-need-to-go-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115120404463734391</id><published>2006-06-24T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:54:04.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Foolishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/jacque%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/jacque%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/andrew%20smile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/andrew%20smile.0.jpg" alt="" 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/14907787-115120404463734391?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115120404463734391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115120404463734391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115120404463734391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115120404463734391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/foolishness.html' title='Foolishness'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115077935734490919</id><published>2006-06-19T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:56:37.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands."</title><content type='html'>I love music.  As challenging as it is to hit the right note, especially when singing, I really enjoy making a joyful noise.  As band practice drew to a close this evening, I almost wanted to go through all the songs again (well, most of them).  I am finally seeing how the pieces fit together to form songs, and it is so cool when I see that happen.  However, the pieces are not yet fitted, and I cannot wait to see that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all interested, the Atchison Community band will be performing next Tuesday night at 6:15 at the Atchison Community Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off for a night of sleep before I get up early and practice for my piano lesson tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115077935734490919?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115077935734490919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115077935734490919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115077935734490919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115077935734490919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/make-joyful-noise-unto-lord-all-ye.html' title='&quot;Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.&quot;'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-115034481365257554</id><published>2006-06-14T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:13:58.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried</title><content type='html'>So today at work only one lifeguard was scheduled.  Thinking I might have to sit outside but not entirely sure, I donned my swimsuit before I left home.  I did have to sit in the sun for about an hour.  Unfortunately, I neglected to slather on sunscreen.  My back is a deep shade of red--except for where my ponytail was.  There I have a white strip down my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an ice cream social last night.  I love homemade ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-115034481365257554?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/115034481365257554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=115034481365257554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115034481365257554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/115034481365257554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/fried.html' title='Fried'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114947687018194026</id><published>2006-06-04T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:07:50.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>We had a fellowship dinner after church today.  That food is amazing.  Despite the fact that we have a small congregation, we have lots of excellent cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new shoes.  I went shopping with Dad, Mom, and Lydia Thursday.  That was fun, but I'm going again tomorrow--this time with Eric and Jacque.  Eric's getting new shoes, so that will be fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all done with chemistry.  I am so glad to be finished.  That was probably my hardest class this year.  I did learn a lot, but nine months at a time is long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Eric and I sat on the front step and chewed sunflower seeds.  I didn't do too many, but Eric did.  So did Sadie.  At first she would just lick the shells that we had spit out and were lying on the sidewalk.  Then Eric gave her a couple of fresh seeds, and the used shells were never the same.  She loves sunflower seeds!  Every time Eric got a new handful, he would give some to Sadie. Usually, Sadie would finish first and sit around waiting for more.  Meanwhile, the cats looked on in amusement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114947687018194026?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114947687018194026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114947687018194026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114947687018194026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114947687018194026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114921802062869200</id><published>2006-06-01T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:13:40.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I like this music.</title><content type='html'>http://www.milkmoneypromotions.com/analaurabrio/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114921802062869200?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114921802062869200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114921802062869200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114921802062869200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114921802062869200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-this-music.html' title='I like this music.'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114870400160715649</id><published>2006-05-26T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:26:41.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Elizabeth, for your comment.  My family and I do have a lot of fun and keep fairly busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the Sabetha/Seneca homeschoolers put on an end of the year program.  After the program a bunch of guys started a game of basketball.  I was in a dress and couldn't play, but I was in there and was talking to one of them.  All of a sudden this ball comes spinning through the air, directly at my head! I ducked.  It was very fortunate that I did because the ball smacked the wall right behind my where my head had just been and went bouncing off towards Justin.  I guess being short is a good thing:  I would have had to duck a lot farther and might have done more than just sloshed my lemonade in my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, being short is slightly awkward.  I took Dad out to the field in his pickup this afternoon.  Unfortunately, I couldn't get the seat to slide up so I could reach the pedals.  So all the way out to the field I perched on the front of the seat and hung on to the steering wheel whenever we went up hill. Dad fixed the seat once we got to the field, and I sat normally on the trip back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Lydia and I went over to a friend's house for a game of volleyball.  It was fun.  Poor Molly, playing on a high school volleyball team then coming to our party where no one really knows how to play volleyball.  Afterwards, we sat around and had s'mores and cookies.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to a wedding! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114870400160715649?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114870400160715649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114870400160715649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114870400160715649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114870400160715649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114857645462629986</id><published>2006-05-25T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:00:54.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Major or Minor?</title><content type='html'>Haha, I keep trying to change all my songs in a minor key to a major one.  During my lesson, it is not unusual for Mrs. Wenger to say several time that IT IS NOT IN A MAJOR KEY.  She's really nice about it, though.  I just don't learn that it's okay to play in a minor key. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geometry is over!! Finally. We did find my book, too.  It was in the closet.  I took the semester test just to pass the time and because I didn't want to do the funny looking worksheet everybody else did.  I got a 91% on that, but the grade already in the gradebook was the 100%, so I just tossed the one I took this morning.  It was fun, anyway, and I finished before everyone else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I suppose I'd better finish school, and dinner's ready. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114857645462629986?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114857645462629986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114857645462629986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114857645462629986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114857645462629986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/major-or-minor.html' title='Major or Minor?'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114844182168362146</id><published>2006-05-23T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:37:01.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing, batter! ...oops, that's baseball. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love basketball.  This evening (kind of spur-of-the-moment), the Rippes and the Scobys went into the city hall to play a game of basketball.  Well, pretty soon there's five other guys who wanted to play.  None of us had any idea who they are, but it was a fun game of ball.  Four of them couldn't have been older than thirteen, or else they were small for their age (i.e. they were not taller than I).  Even so, it was a very well matched game.  The Rippe/Scoby team lost to the Stranger team by one point (29-30).  I didn't even know we were keeping score until halfway through the game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going alright.  I suddenly tired of vocabulary, but then I did more history and Bible, so that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacque's in Louisiana right now, hopefully in Cameron.  She'll be gone all week, and while she's gone, I have her computer in my room.  Unfortunately, I also have to creat a PowerPoint presentation for the Shakespeare class we've "started."  Fun, fun. :P&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/14907787-114844182168362146?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114844182168362146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114844182168362146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114844182168362146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114844182168362146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/swing-batter-oops-thats-baseball-p.html' title='Swing, batter! ...oops, that&apos;s baseball. :P'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114835556189406840</id><published>2006-05-22T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:39:21.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred</title><content type='html'>One hundred posts.  Wow, that's a lot.  I can't believe I've actually spewed that many words in less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to summer band in Atchison this evening.  I've been looking for more of a challenge with my bells and feeling like the homeschool band isn't enough.  So I went tonight, and I'm looking forward to all the work I'll have to put into this music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more periods of geometry class, two more chemistry classes, three days until the end of the year program, and two months of school.  Actually, I could get school done in a month if I wanted to badly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 95:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;       let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15457" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Let us come before him with thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;       and extol him with music and song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15458" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; For the LORD is the great God,&lt;br /&gt;       the great King above all gods. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15459" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; In his hand are the depths of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;       and the mountain peaks belong to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15460" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; The sea is his, for he made it,&lt;br /&gt;       and his hands formed the dry land. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15461" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Come, let us bow down in worship,&lt;br /&gt;       let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15462" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; for he is our God&lt;br /&gt;       and we are the people of his pasture,&lt;br /&gt;       the flock under his care.&lt;br /&gt;       Today, if you hear his voice, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15463" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; do not harden your hearts as you did at Meribah,&lt;br /&gt;       as you did that day at Massah in the desert, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15464" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; where your fathers tested and tried me,&lt;br /&gt;       though they had seen what I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15465" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; For forty years I was angry with that generation;&lt;br /&gt;       I said, "They are a people whose hearts go astray,&lt;br /&gt;       and they have not known my ways." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15466" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; So I declared on oath in my anger,&lt;br /&gt;       "They shall never enter my rest."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/14907787-114835556189406840?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114835556189406840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114835556189406840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114835556189406840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114835556189406840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-hundred.html' title='One Hundred'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114818103556951001</id><published>2006-05-20T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:14:20.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Picnic</title><content type='html'>The spring picnic was so fun last night.  Yesterday, Jacque's car got serviced in the morning.  Dad went in over the noon hour and switched it for the Bravada.  So Mom took the Concorde into work, which left Jacque's car and Dad's pickup.  Since we couldn't fit two drink coolers, and large cooler, bucket of softballs, a box of tableware and hotdog buns, and a crockpot full of baked beans in Jacque's small two-door, we put everything on Dad's huge diesel and rumbled down to Fairview.  While most kids ran around in the blazing heat, *martha, *jacquie, and *i (we mixed up our nametags for fun) sat in the shade and ran the softball throw.  It's interesting to see that some homeschoolers are extremely athletically driven while others just do whatever strikes their fancy.  I most often fall into the latter group. :^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, supper time rolled around, and even more families showed up.  I was happy to see a family from KC there.  It had been a long time since I'd seen them!  After a plateful of hotdog, baked beans, and various other dishes, I headed over to the basketball court to see what was happening.  I played for a while, but then I finally got thirsty and left after Moose made a basket.  Then I came back and watched Austin and Mr. Bryant go at it.  Those two are quite the match when it comes to basketball.  It doesn't matter that they were on the same team--they're still really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also played a little volleyball and some baseball.  I even tried to hit left-handed.  I can do that better than I can throw with my left hand.  Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story:  Justin was bouncing a basketball around before supper and accidentally hit Liz in the nose.  She threatened to take revenge.  Several minutes later, Dustin looks over and says to Liz and her sister, "I know what the difference between you two is.  Liz is always smiling, and Chris just has this weird look on her face all the time." He put on such a funny face that I laughed. As payback, Liz and Chris decided they should take the boys' food for themselves and make them go to the end of the line (which was really long at that point).  However, they must not have liked the food choice because the two girls decided to wait until later to eat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114818103556951001?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114818103556951001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114818103556951001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114818103556951001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114818103556951001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring-picnic_20.html' title='Spring Picnic'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114799260466042757</id><published>2006-05-18T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:50:04.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is amazing who you see and what you learn at Wal-mart. It's also scary what you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacque's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for homeschool picnics! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114799260466042757?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114799260466042757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114799260466042757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114799260466042757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114799260466042757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-is-amazing-who-you-see-and-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114749053304409820</id><published>2006-05-12T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:50:54.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Spring Day</title><content type='html'>I love spring.  It was pretty cool this morning, but it really warmed up this afternoon. After music class, I went outside and enjoyed a game of soccer.  In case you didn't know, playing soccer with a bunch of 10-12 year old boys is very scary.  No, it's not just scary--it's dangerous.  Strangely enough, it's even worse than playing football with them.  There was a lot more contact in soccer than there ever is in football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  My glasses are officially broken in.  I smashed them twice, and they fell off my face twice in that rowdy game of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I warmed up there, I was ready to go.  I went to band.  According to two of my three sources, band was to begin at 5:30.  Austin said it started at six, but I foolishly did not believe him because Mrs. F. said to be there at 5:30.  So I went and got there at 5:20.  One person was there.  I helped him get the microphones working and everything (I talked :D), and finally people started showing up at about 5:40.  I finally figured out that we were supposed to be there at 5:30 to set everything up and to start rehearsal at 6:15.  If I had known that, I wouldn't have left home before 5:30!  I couldn't even go to the library because it closed at 5:00.  Oh well, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody called me a (dumb) blonde today.  Can you believe that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is my conscience?&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/14907787-114749053304409820?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114749053304409820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114749053304409820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114749053304409820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114749053304409820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-spring-day.html' title='Another Spring Day'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114740218894819540</id><published>2006-05-11T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:49:48.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the Middle of May</title><content type='html'>Wow, the weather sure has been weird lately, especially the temperature.  Tuesday it was kind of hot, and I was in flip-flops most of the time.  Mom even turned the air conditioner on!  Then today it was freezing.  I wore a long-sleeve t-shirt and definitely not flip-flops.  Halfway through the morning, Lydia informed us the reason it was so cold in the house:  nobody had turned off the AC.  Fortunately, it has since warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing school--lots of it.  Summer, come hither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate fish for supper tonight, and it wasn't that bad.  The funny thing is it didn't really smell very fishy.  Maybe it's because in comparison to the fish I usually handle (live and slimey) it wasn't very fishy.  Or maybe it's because I drowned it in tartar sauce before I took a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who will be home in six days? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114740218894819540?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114740218894819540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114740218894819540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114740218894819540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114740218894819540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/nearing-middle-of-may.html' title='Nearing the Middle of May'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114686725540330625</id><published>2006-05-05T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:16:33.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday and Surrounding Events Thereof</title><content type='html'>When I awoke three days ago on Tuesday morning, I soon discovered that we would have additional goats on our farm.  What I did not know, however, was that Sparkler was going to have three kids!  Unfortunately, two were breech.  The vet came out about 11:30 Tuesday night and pulled them.  He discovered that while Sparkler was trying so hard to have the first kid, she puntured her uterus.  It got infected, and she died yesterday.  It was a sad event.  On the other hand, all three kids are doing very well.  We were all surprised that they made it.  Now they're bouncing all over the place.  I would put a picture up, but it is unbelievably hard to get a picture with six kids and four kittens.  The kittens constantly join in the fray, and Twinkletoes habitually takes her naps with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;.  It was really good, I enjoyed it.  Not only was the play funny (Bottom and Puck were hilarious), it was well done.  I cannot imagine having the energy of those actors.  We should see more plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a really good birthday.  It is so great to be seventeen!  I even got two phone calls wishing me happy birthday, and I enjoyed them immensely.  I don't have any pictures of my phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I woke up with an incredibly sore throat.  It was enough to make me wish it was my birthday every day.  I sent my brother to the store for cough drops.  He also came back with Mountain Dew and Whoppers.  I am beginning to enjoy the taste of Mountain Dew again, but it sure wasn't good yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I determined to make everyone believe I was well.  We went to hear the Br. Co. extention agent give a presentation on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Columbia &lt;/span&gt;shuttle recovery.  It was really neat to see since he was pretty heavily involved in it, helping to run the GPS and GIS systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went and picked up my new glasses.  They're pretty similar to my old pair except for the fact that the lenses are about twice as thick as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our bathroom will soon be in working order.  Yesterday morning I listened to a really loud noise as Dad cut apart our shower.  When the dust settled, he set to work putting in our new shower.  It is a good deal smaller, but it's pretty and unmarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thus depart to prepare for a pizza party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114686725540330625?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114686725540330625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114686725540330625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114686725540330625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114686725540330625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-birthday-and-surrounding-events.html' title='My Birthday and Surrounding Events Thereof'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114653519460644426</id><published>2006-05-01T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:59:54.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did today...</title><content type='html'>I went fishing this evening.  Lydia was the only other person who caught more than I did, and I reeled in five fish.  Three of them I unhooked myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydia: 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me:  5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad: 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Austin: 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric: 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandy: 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Total: 21 fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the optometrist. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Mid-summer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.  The only other Shakespeare play I've seen is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;.  However, I have also read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt; and plan to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/span&gt;--sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114653519460644426?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114653519460644426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114653519460644426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114653519460644426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114653519460644426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I did today...'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114636622709862757</id><published>2006-04-29T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:03:47.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We made it! We did it! Praise the Lord!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wow, the musical is finally over.  I'm amazed at how well it went and how many people showed up.  There were a lot of people there! Austin ran off 99 programs, and we ran out, so we copied off about fifteen more before it started.  Many of the audience I didn't know and had never seen before, but that was even better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now I'm so excited I don't think I'll be able to sleep!  We did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114636622709862757?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114636622709862757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114636622709862757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114636622709862757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114636622709862757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-made-it-we-did-it-praise-lord.html' title='&quot;We made it! We did it! Praise the Lord!&quot;'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114593947011180767</id><published>2006-04-24T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:31:10.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eric is home from Nationals.  Everything is back to normal--if that's what you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We will have a decent production of Psalty's Camping Adventure Saturday evening.  I'm so thankful for our director; she's done a fantastic job this year.  I'm looking forward to seeing the final thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'm almost liking school again.  I get to write this paper on my family history in English.  I didn't mean to make it a big deal, but now I'm going to write about my great and great-great grandfathers.  Since I never met them and know very little about them, I'm going to outside sources for help.  It's kinda cool, I get to learn about an Irish immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That's my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114593947011180767?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114593947011180767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114593947011180767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114593947011180767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114593947011180767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/eric-is-home-from-nationals.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114558346033152474</id><published>2006-04-20T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:37:40.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What Happpened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/PICT1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/PICT1838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/PICT1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/PICT1835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/PICT1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/PICT1827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/PICT1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/PICT1828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/PICT1836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/PICT1836.jpg" alt="" 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/14907787-114558346033152474?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114558346033152474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114558346033152474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114558346033152474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114558346033152474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-what-happpened.html' title='This Is What Happpened'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114533404107482674</id><published>2006-04-17T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:21:57.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Template and the  Art of Writing Book Reports</title><content type='html'>I tried to play with my template, doing my own colours and everything.  Unfortunately, something went haywire between the preview and the republishing.  It failed.  Now I have a different template, but it is sure to change as soon as I find something new and better.  I'm sorry you couldn't read my profound opinions for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm writing a report on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt;.  I recently realized I do like writing book reports; I just take forever to get into them.  When I wrote a report on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt;, I spent hours and many sheets of paper trying to find the perfect approach.  Finally, I ended up writing a three-page evaluation of the characters.  This time I'm pointing out the themes in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt;.  It should be fun.  I remember when I hated writing book reports, especially when I had to tell the plot.  I even tried to get Eric to write it for me.  He refused.  So I sat down and started writing.  Eventually, I had a three-page plot and a two-page everything else.  Once I start, I have to include every detail, and the words just pour out.  It's so fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've spent ten minutes describing my delight in writing book reports, I should walk the talk.  Oh, joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114533404107482674?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114533404107482674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114533404107482674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114533404107482674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114533404107482674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-template-and-art-of-writing-book.html' title='A New Template and the  Art of Writing Book Reports'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114472227268584397</id><published>2006-04-10T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:32:35.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://www.escoby.blogspot.com"&gt;certain someone&lt;/a&gt; complained that no one had updated recently.  In response, I am now updating.  However, I think that this &lt;a href="http://www.escoby.blogspot.com"&gt;certain someone&lt;/a&gt; should update and set an example for certain &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/jsklutz"&gt;persona&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet"&gt;International Network&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone wondered why when someone says a pun, he inserts parentheses -- whether or not he intended the pun?  It just seems a little stupid to say if he meant to pun on a word because it would be like immediately telling the answer to a joke and forcing everybody to laugh, whether they got it or not.  I think that you should covertly insert puns and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; point them out for the whole world to see.  This way, it's all the funnier for readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the extent of my opinions right now.  The weather outside is sooooooo nice.  I opened my bathroom window most of the day and let the cool breeze float through into my room as I sprawled out on my floor with my schoolbooks.  It certainly made school more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something kinda sorta strange (to some people) today:  I read the last quarter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/span&gt;, but technically, I've only made it to chapter six.  Now I know how everything turns out and don't want to read the middle of the book.  I think I will anyway.  It's not a hard book to read.  I just wish Ms. Mitchell had lived long enough to write another book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have two more music performances before the end of the school year.  My antepenultimate performance was Saturday -- a piano recital.  It didn't go really well, but I thought I faked my piece pretty well.  You couldn't tell how much I goofed unless you really knew the song.  I hope not many people did. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114472227268584397?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114472227268584397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114472227268584397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114472227268584397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114472227268584397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114426253993931735</id><published>2006-04-05T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:42:19.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/1600/Picky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4349/1364/320/Picky.0.jpg" alt="" 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/14907787-114426253993931735?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114426253993931735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114426253993931735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114426253993931735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114426253993931735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114426043828596010</id><published>2006-04-05T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:07:18.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite subject</title><content type='html'>Today my favorite school subject is putting everything away.  I know it's lame and not really a subject, but I love organizing all the books and work and packing them away, never to use again.  I don't really mind grading, either, but I like recording the grades more.  Isn't it so weird? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114426043828596010?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114426043828596010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114426043828596010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114426043828596010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114426043828596010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/favorite-subject.html' title='favorite subject'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114393010414236629</id><published>2006-04-01T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:28:00.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it myself!</title><content type='html'>As I was cleaning up the dinner dishes this afternoon, I came to the conclusion that everybody, whether he is the president of the United States or a school janitor, has something to prove.  He may have to prove that he can lead a nation or keep a clean floor, but he is going to make sure he does a good job.  I myself will admit that I want others to have faith in my abilities.  I get upset when my sister tries to help me in the kitchen because I want everybody to praise me for my achievements and to see that "I can do it myself!"  It's a sinful desire in all our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One area in which we try to prove ourselves is in salvation.  We don't want God to take control and so attempt to downplay the gift He gave us through His Son.  The Law, if kept perfectly, provides a way of salvation.  However, no one can keep it all because we are sinners.  Unfortunately, we are slaves to that Law before Christ intervenes.  The point is, we try to prove ourselves competent even in the realm regarding our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go about your daily activities, think about your actions.  Think about what they mean and if you are serving God with them.  If you are not, you are probably serving yourself and trying to prove that you don't need Him and that you can do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now, O Israel, what does the LORD your God ask of you but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul" (Deut. 10:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"She Don't Tell Me To"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Every now an' then, on my home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; I go out with my boys all right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; But most of the time I call it a night before they do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Sunday mornin', I'm in church,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; An' my butt an' my back an' necktie hurt, but I'm in the pew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; She don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Any other woman I know would have tried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; To control me and it would be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; All of that stubborness melts away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; When I wake with her head on my shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; An' I know I've got to love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Until my life is through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Well, I got demons and I've got pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; But when I'm wrong, I apologise like she's mine to lose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Well, I got dreams in this heart of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside if she asked me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; An' she don't even know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; That she keeps lookin' for the next right thing to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Any other woman I know would have tried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; To control me and it would be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; And all of that stubborness melts away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; When I wake with her head on my shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; An' I know I've got to love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Until my life is through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; What else can I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; What else can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Whoa, I love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; 'Cause she don't tell me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; She don't tell me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Every now an' then, on my home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Yes I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114393010414236629?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114393010414236629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114393010414236629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114393010414236629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114393010414236629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-do-it-myself.html' title='I can do it myself!'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114375238722784618</id><published>2006-03-30T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:59:47.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining, It's Pouring...</title><content type='html'>It's raining, and I just love it!  The only bad thing is that we have puddles on the porch for me to mop up.  It's a never-ending job.  Still, it's raining a lot.  I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectation&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The end was a little  dissatifying, but I don't know how I would have changed it.  I really like Dickens when he makes a book really good at the end.  Usually the first half of the book is just to set up the story, but then he brings everything together in such and exciting way.  I never would have believed Magwitch to be Estella's father.  That was just awfully interesting to know that Estella was in fact not of noble birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAACS was great, the retreat was great, and the testing was okay.  I'm glad it's all over.  Lydia and I would be going to Nationals with the duo in April, but AACS took the piano event out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;.  It was disappointing.  :(  We still have a recital a week from Saturday, then I think I'm accompanying Eric in a recital in less than a month.  I really need to work on that!  In a little over a month, the music class will be putting on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalty's Camping Adventure&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't -- I mean, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; -- we're not ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I depart to continue mopping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114375238722784618?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114375238722784618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114375238722784618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114375238722784618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114375238722784618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, It&apos;s Pouring...'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114298534707379415</id><published>2006-03-21T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:59:00.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All the way home I'll be warm!</title><content type='html'>Testing went well today.  I thought the hardest test was the Reading Comprehension, but the others weren't bad.  The vocabulary test was super easy.  The science test wasn't as easy, but it wasn't bad.  I'm glad I'm taking chemistry this year; it helped a lot on the test.  Since Dad drove us down (the roads here weren't all that great this morning), we had to squeeze three people into the backseat of the car.  I'm sure we all stayed warm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the schedule for MAACS.  Yay!  We only have to go down one day.  Yay!  That's pretty cool.  However, that one day is Friday, so we will be late arrivals to the retreat.  I'm pretty sure we won't get there before 6:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114298534707379415?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114298534707379415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114298534707379415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114298534707379415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114298534707379415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-way-home-ill-be-warm.html' title='All the way home I&apos;ll be warm!'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114287121237422128</id><published>2006-03-20T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:13:32.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the weather outside is frightful...</title><content type='html'>It's snowing.  We didn't go to testing because the roads are so bad.  I actually don't think it looks terrible outside right now, but it looked that way this morning, and it's supposed to get worse.  However, I still don't believe that we'll get the 12-16 inches of snow that were predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hey, cool, this means I can get lots of school done today and be even closer to finishing school on time.  Wouldn't that be great??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114287121237422128?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114287121237422128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114287121237422128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114287121237422128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114287121237422128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='Oh, the weather outside is frightful...'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114264385862336641</id><published>2006-03-17T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:04:18.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, Eric and I are not going to TFY this summer.  Since over thirty applied, they turned down all the sophomores so that they would trim the attendance to 26.  It's disappointing, but this way I can get a job this summer without taking a month off.  Also, I can use this year to grow in my walk so that next year I will be more prepared than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114264385862336641?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114264385862336641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114264385862336641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114264385862336641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114264385862336641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114236421503745055</id><published>2006-03-14T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:28:00.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Atchison Auditions went pretty well.  I was not overly impressed with anyone's performance--myself included--but nothing went wrong.  The judges were very nice, and they didn't say anything very bad (almost everybody got all excellent scores).  It just wasn't . . . stellar.  Everybody got 1 ratings, but nobody got a 1+ rating.  I don't know if those still happen anymore, but it was kind of disappointing.  It was just my opinion.  However, the event earned everybody a chocolate ice cream cone afterward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today at dinner, Dad was was trying to tell Eric what happened in a movie.  This was a heated discussion over a girl's name because nobody remembered what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Her name was significant.&lt;br /&gt;Eric:  Significant?  Why was her name Significant?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia:  No, Eric, her name was not Significant!! Her name was significant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114236421503745055?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114236421503745055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114236421503745055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114236421503745055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114236421503745055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/atchison-auditions-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114177429009456836</id><published>2006-03-07T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:47:59.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the great outdoors...and school</title><content type='html'>I finally wanted to go outside today.  I never really have wanted to before, but it was so nice outside that I couldn't resist.  Unfortunately, I had loads and loads of school to do (and still do).  So I hastily scanned my chapter in chemistry, called it read, and went outside to play for a couple of minutes.  I suppose that means I will be utterly confused in about an hour and a half when we talk about the chapter . . . my fault completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I wanted to go outside today was that we have a new mower.  It's a Grasshopper, and I love it already!  The deck is about 10 inches wider than the John Deere, and the mower has a zero degree turn radius.  Sweet!  I even got to drive it around some, and that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 23:12--"Apply thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears to the words of knowledge."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114177429009456836?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114177429009456836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114177429009456836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114177429009456836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114177429009456836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-outdoorsand-school.html' title='the great outdoors...and school'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114167672917885085</id><published>2006-03-06T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:28:01.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only about 17 days until the retreat. That's coming up really fast! It's kind of scary, I don't know how we're everything's going to be done by then. I know it will work out just fine, and the pieces are starting to come together, though. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing was a lot of fun Friday. It wasn't very difficult, either, although I didn't really stay upright well. :P I also have a few bruises here and there and sore muscles, but I want to go again sometime. Maybe we can get the homeschool group to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things I really need to do today include a chemistry test, and English paper, a history paper and test, and practicing the piano. That should last me all afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114167672917885085?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114167672917885085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114167672917885085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114167672917885085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114167672917885085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-about-17-days-until-retreat.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114134616551615914</id><published>2006-03-02T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:43:00.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have this really long list of all the things I want to do.  Unfortunately, I will never even dent the list.  Some of my desires include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish school.  I am so close to being done with Typing, and that's cool, but I'm not seeing the end very well in the other subjects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/span&gt;.  I knew I was bad about starting classics and  then never finishing them.  I think I'm on chapter 7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write.  I had this grand planning at the beginning of the semester that I would write all these papers, enjoy revising them, and they would all be great.  The few papers I have written are still hard to read, and they are far from great.  I guess I'm still just an aspiring writer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to research.  I want to find out the story behind St. Patrick's Day, I want to know about leaprosy and if there is a cure for it, and I want to criticize Johnny Cash's life.  I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/span&gt; today, if you can't tell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On a nice note, I get to go skiing tomorrow.  That will be fun.  I've never been before, so it should be an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My link of the post is &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a link to a website that gives you a bunch of music that is similar to a song or artist's style that you provide.  Pandora's pretty cool.  I've never heard of some of those artists that they give!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my being gone from here for a long time, I've decided that my website is more fun than my blog.  On my website I keep lists--lots of fun.  You should try it sometime. :)  Also, I write very short essays every once in a while that I don't want to get lost in the jumble of a blog.  They would fast disappear into the Archives where I would never find them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114134616551615914?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114134616551615914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114134616551615914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114134616551615914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114134616551615914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-this-really-long-list-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114125664967123095</id><published>2006-03-01T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:44:09.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Martha's Sister</title><content type='html'>I didn't take her password or anything like that.  It was already in the computer.  So, I got on here to change her links, but you know how I am.  I can never figure blogger out.  I didn't have it long enough to figure it out, so I can't change her links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in favor of people who have broken links on their sites change them raise their right hand...never mind...post here and tell us.  Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14907787-114125664967123095?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114125664967123095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114125664967123095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114125664967123095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114125664967123095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-marthas-sister.html' title='This is Martha&apos;s Sister'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907787.post-114006599188924284</id><published>2006-02-15T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:59:51.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This afternoon Mom came home and had this craving for chocolate, so she was going to make brownies, especially since Eric needs something for his lunch tomorrow. However, we only had one square of chocolate. What were we to do? I went to the store and got baking soda, then came home and made Texas Sheet Cake (it's chocolate, too :P). However, I wasn't really looking closely at the recipe, so I mistakenly added 1 cup of sour cream to the batter instead of the 1/2 it called for. I quickly fished half (roughly) of the sour cream out and put it back in the container before finishing and putting the cake in the oven. Unfortunately, I had 1/2 c. of chocolate-covered sour cream. Sooo...I made another cake. We have a lot of chocolate cake if anyone wants some. And it's good--I made it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby's Day Out&lt;/span&gt; tonight after I finished cleaning up my cake mess. It was hilarious. Eric said afterwards, "It had enough slapstick to last a lifetime!" While I wouldn't go quite that far, it was bounteously full of it. Baby Bink was great.&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/14907787-114006599188924284?l=marthascoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/feeds/114006599188924284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14907787&amp;postID=114006599188924284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114006599188924284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14907787/posts/default/114006599188924284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthascoby.blogspot.com/2006/02/cake-anyone.html' title='Cake, Anyone?'/><author><name>Martha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k234/covenanterlass/TFY%20--July%202007/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
