<?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-1650573567249093543</id><updated>2011-12-14T07:29:48.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-1981130112601835538</id><published>2011-07-02T19:25:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:50:06.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio de La Plata and More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoy fuimos a visitar Rio de La Plata...sorry I'm starting to get use to speaking Spanish here and my first response is Spanish, even typying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take 2:  Today we went to visit "Rio de La Plata, " a river here in Buenos Aires. Mi Tio Ale took the day off of work to drive us around. He took us to the most beautiful part of Buenos Aires. The streets were full of people, the shops were super fancy, the streets were paved with stones, the houses were ancient but built with such beauty, the trees limbs shaded the streets, the artisans filled the beautiful parks...the tour was trully bellisima. We ate at a coffee shop and shopped at the artisan's tents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home and ate the best Argentinian pizza (made by a sweet old couple that are in there 90s) and mom's delicious soup. I'm afraid I will be returning to Houston with at least 10 lbs on me. Well maybe, Tia is telling me that we are going to go walking. Anyway, I will let the pictures do the talking this time... I'm sorry that pictures really don't do the beauty justice, but I guess it will have to do for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kov_SmF5jj8/ThBq1y4QA5I/AAAAAAAAFrk/CGTwvV8vVJA/s320/paula%2B072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113407009063826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tia y yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CB6gacfT2Jo/ThBq16LgwjI/AAAAAAAAFrc/_nhEEYpGD-g/s1600/paula%2B074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CB6gacfT2Jo/ThBq16LgwjI/AAAAAAAAFrc/_nhEEYpGD-g/s320/paula%2B074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113408968901170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rio de la Plata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRRrgmRw-IA/ThE0_XDjlPI/AAAAAAAAFtk/sQQqVGt2wDg/s320/paula%2B075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625335672687793394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0I9twve8LEY/ThBq2OtXqkI/AAAAAAAAFrs/tiTKtyfH_B0/s320/paula%2B077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113414479620674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss9Rv-f4S3c/ThBq2gDD4MI/AAAAAAAAFr0/OwNmkHCuigM/s1600/paula%2B078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss9Rv-f4S3c/ThBq2gDD4MI/AAAAAAAAFr0/OwNmkHCuigM/s320/paula%2B078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113419134001346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, Dad, y Tio Ale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgREu5kX2iU/ThBrm1oi84I/AAAAAAAAFs0/0aQvsRoUd_Y/s320/paula%2B079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625114249562092418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Rio de la Plata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRBJjrKPnRU/ThBrmx98JFI/AAAAAAAAFs8/wk_rPW-wHBE/s320/paula%2B080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625114248578081874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Sigue La Vaca (meat is a big deal here Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1XX0U-Y_ZU/ThBrRlPASBI/AAAAAAAAFsc/uw2fr00zeDU/s320/paula%2B082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113884382742546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;apartments in Rio de la Plata (near Martinez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5BPv6L1NDI/ThBrRJ4gB0I/AAAAAAAAFsE/UKU1U_ERXpM/s320/paula%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113877040596802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Jose Martin statue with a juggler on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0I9twve8LEY/ThBq2OtXqkI/AAAAAAAAFrs/tiTKtyfH_B0/s1600/paula%2B077.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WreQ1qyh0LE/ThBrnmPwrHI/AAAAAAAAFtM/wGdZ5i3IYZk/s1600/paula%2B084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WreQ1qyh0LE/ThBrnmPwrHI/AAAAAAAAFtM/wGdZ5i3IYZk/s320/paula%2B084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625114262611471474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8F0nQgLSgKE/ThBrnG07OeI/AAAAAAAAFtE/zA-E6-3py-c/s1600/paula%2B085.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8F0nQgLSgKE/ThBrnG07OeI/AAAAAAAAFtE/zA-E6-3py-c/s320/paula%2B085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625114254177417698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tio Ale y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak5a5ST6um4/ThBrRgmsAZI/AAAAAAAAFsU/zNdKVFEa6v8/s320/paula%2B083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113883139899794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping Center near Martinez (wealthier part of Buenos Aires)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJC9TW6HE_s/ThBuJ9KR_FI/AAAAAAAAFtU/cKFIowbGUJs/s320/paula%2B094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625117051901312082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;artisan tents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEjsNPfcIu0/ThBuKEZ4UKI/AAAAAAAAFtc/vOd18F5ccQg/s320/paula%2B095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625117053845786786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Cg3yp5wCk/ThBq21F7UfI/AAAAAAAAFr8/MTqpGpxUrfw/s1600/paula%2B086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Cg3yp5wCk/ThBq21F7UfI/AAAAAAAAFr8/MTqpGpxUrfw/s320/paula%2B086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113424783167986" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;San Isidro Cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgREu5kX2iU/ThBrm1oi84I/AAAAAAAAFs0/0aQvsRoUd_Y/s1600/paula%2B079.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SWSqnT3GnU/ThBrmlMWH7I/AAAAAAAAFss/SglSrcNg86U/s1600/paula%2B092.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SWSqnT3GnU/ThBrmlMWH7I/AAAAAAAAFss/SglSrcNg86U/s320/paula%2B092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625114245148843954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orange tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5e1Z3nyt-w/ThBrSGjrZmI/AAAAAAAAFsk/1nZ8ecQwrCk/s1600/paula%2B091.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5e1Z3nyt-w/ThBrSGjrZmI/AAAAAAAAFsk/1nZ8ecQwrCk/s320/paula%2B091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113893327824482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak5a5ST6um4/ThBrRgmsAZI/AAAAAAAAFsU/zNdKVFEa6v8/s1600/paula%2B083.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3JvwGGKubU/ThBrRf_QBRI/AAAAAAAAFsM/eBzRfhr0vBU/s1600/paula%2B090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3JvwGGKubU/ThBrRf_QBRI/AAAAAAAAFsM/eBzRfhr0vBU/s320/paula%2B090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113882974487826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work of art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (look closely at the message: solo Dios basta/Only God is enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Cg3yp5wCk/ThBq21F7UfI/AAAAAAAAFr8/MTqpGpxUrfw/s1600/paula%2B086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kov_SmF5jj8/ThBq1y4QA5I/AAAAAAAAFrk/CGTwvV8vVJA/s1600/paula%2B072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-1981130112601835538?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/1981130112601835538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=1981130112601835538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1981130112601835538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1981130112601835538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2011/07/rio-de-la-plata-and-more.html' title='Rio de La Plata and More...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kov_SmF5jj8/ThBq1y4QA5I/AAAAAAAAFrk/CGTwvV8vVJA/s72-c/paula%2B072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-1705530809583579098</id><published>2011-06-30T22:30:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:14:22.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>En la Bellisima Argentina</title><content type='html'>Today we slept in and ate some delicious breakfast with dulce de leche and tea. Mom, Dad and I left to el centro (Downtown Buenos Aires), while Tia y Tio were at work. We were planning on updating my passport. Because we didn't have a car we had to find a "taxi." Well my friends, it's not really a taxi... it's some guy from the neighborhood driving his personal vehicle with no seat belts, holes in the seats, windows that don't roll up all the way. Okay, so it doesn't sound all that bad, but when it's combined with Buenos Aires drivers and traffic, then we are talking about a fear of loosing your life. Driving here is a little different. Drivers don't drive within the lines they drive wherever they can fit. Stop signs are very rare and the traffic laws aren't as closely enforced here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we made it back to Tia's house safely. We ate una parrillada (more meat) and then took a nap. After our nap we sat around the kitchen table solving all the world's problems with our tea time. It's so nice to sit and enjoy conversation with my family. At this point, Tia was home enjoying the conversation with us. We decided to go to the grocery store at 9 pm to buy food for tomorrow. Tio Ale came home and we ate dinner and sobre mesa (sitting and chatting after dinner).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, Tio took me to feed the dogs next door that are located in the chapel courtyard. The dogs eat once a day only because mi Tio Ale feeds them. They are so excited to see him every night. Super cute dogs! I'll take a picture of them and post them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's so funny to me how much I have slept and ate since I've been here. Soon enough we will begin our tour of the city. Let the adventures continue en la Bellisima Argentina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aN8aOMvPstE/Tg1Iro38KaI/AAAAAAAAFp8/V4z0D25xYjw/s1600/paula%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624231424199240098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aN8aOMvPstE/Tg1Iro38KaI/AAAAAAAAFp8/V4z0D25xYjw/s320/paula%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;awesome downtown graffiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvHi4jDNlZg/Tg1IrkZp3mI/AAAAAAAAFp0/N13G0c_Ans4/s1600/paula%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624231422998470242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvHi4jDNlZg/Tg1IrkZp3mI/AAAAAAAAFp0/N13G0c_Ans4/s320/paula%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;el rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wwdFHKOupc/Tg1ISRYFSHI/AAAAAAAAFps/M1I8XWGjgXA/s1600/paula%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624230988394874994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wwdFHKOupc/Tg1ISRYFSHI/AAAAAAAAFps/M1I8XWGjgXA/s320/paula%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;la Casa Rosada (similar to the U.S. White House)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ75bHE-XVg/Tg1ISAMQ43I/AAAAAAAAFpk/oBNoYaH92Vo/s1600/paula%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624230983781901170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ75bHE-XVg/Tg1ISAMQ43I/AAAAAAAAFpk/oBNoYaH92Vo/s320/paula%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Granaderos (Guards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9reDP-UQ1I/Tg1IRzbAZBI/AAAAAAAAFpc/GI6zXYEwBp8/s1600/paula%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624230980354073618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9reDP-UQ1I/Tg1IRzbAZBI/AAAAAAAAFpc/GI6zXYEwBp8/s320/paula%2B022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bellisima Aregntina Architecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbMXysimQg8/Tg1IRsZr0yI/AAAAAAAAFpU/UoHFjiOvisM/s1600/paula%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624230978469483298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbMXysimQg8/Tg1IRsZr0yI/AAAAAAAAFpU/UoHFjiOvisM/s320/paula%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Obelisco de Buenos Aires (similar to the Washington Momument)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_oZLn8Qr1Z8/Tg1IRNMAFVI/AAAAAAAAFpM/HTwEDbaPcIg/s1600/paula%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624230970090591570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_oZLn8Qr1Z8/Tg1IRNMAFVI/AAAAAAAAFpM/HTwEDbaPcIg/s320/paula%2B020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mas rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-1705530809583579098?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/1705530809583579098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=1705530809583579098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1705530809583579098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1705530809583579098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2-en-la-bellisima-argentina.html' title='En la Bellisima Argentina'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aN8aOMvPstE/Tg1Iro38KaI/AAAAAAAAFp8/V4z0D25xYjw/s72-c/paula%2B026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3366711686927989219</id><published>2011-06-29T14:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:20:50.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Argentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;It`s hard to believe that I´m typing this blog in my aunt`s house in Buenos Aires, Argentina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born in La Plata, Argentina in 1981. I was given the opportunity on March 22, 2011 to buy a plane ticket to visit my family in Argentina. I haven´t visited Argentina in 28 years. Most of my family members I haven´t seen in 20 years. I`m so thankful that the Lord has given me patience to wait for this specific season. He is so faithful, even when we are unfaithful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I flew to Argentina with my mom and dad. It was a rocky start to say the least. We were all packed and on time when we were about 2 blocks from our house, when my mom asked me if I had my passport. I told her "no, you have it". She said, "NO!" We turned the car around to head back to the house to look for it. We ran around frantically searching for the missing passport, when it occured to me that my mom gave it to me when I was playing and showing off my new camera. I had placed it in my camera bag without even knowing. I was so upset, stressed out and anxious already, the passport situation really didn´t help. Good thing mom and dad scheduled 4 hours for us to get to the airport and through security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the airport with plenty of time and had no major problems. Mom gave me a "relaxing" pill for the flight and I slept the entire way. I woke up just to eat and then fell back asleep. Later, I woke up to find myself in Buenos Aires, Argentina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad turned to me, while we were waiting at baggage claim,"Hey, look who is over there..Luis Scola." I couldn`t believe it. Luis Scola, a player of the Houston Rockets, was there welcoming me to Argentina. What a greeting! To make the arrival even better mi Tia Raquel, who I haven´t seen in 20 years picked us up at the airport. We are staying with her in Buenos Aires. We went home took una siesta and then went to a delicious restaurant to eat MEAT. The food here is so flavorful. The city is very eclectic. I`m looking forward to the many adventures that await me here in la bellisima Argentina. So far it´s off to a wonderful start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNU3YQBVOyM/TgzYScN4_oI/AAAAAAAAFok/mLePwykcevM/s320/paula%2B001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624107846002605698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luis Scola and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BpGQYd_5Ek/TgzZYH_RtkI/AAAAAAAAFpE/-PgAv3uuzUk/s1600/paula%2B003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BpGQYd_5Ek/TgzZYH_RtkI/AAAAAAAAFpE/-PgAv3uuzUk/s320/paula%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109043163444802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad in line at customs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSQ2VXXBqJo/TgzZXM3DIFI/AAAAAAAAFo8/1hfoGAIQIS4/s1600/paula%2B018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSQ2VXXBqJo/TgzZXM3DIFI/AAAAAAAAFo8/1hfoGAIQIS4/s320/paula%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109027291242578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the delicious restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW8fjyeLYxM/TgzZWwGnssI/AAAAAAAAFo0/BtjJCWLNJAY/s1600/paula%2B014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vW8fjyeLYxM/TgzZWwGnssI/AAAAAAAAFo0/BtjJCWLNJAY/s320/paula%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109019571925698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7RkXmDC7UQ/TgzYrwXBZtI/AAAAAAAAFos/EdBIKPmYKY0/s320/paula%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624108280906344146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mi Tia Raquel y yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-3366711686927989219?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3366711686927989219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3366711686927989219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3366711686927989219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3366711686927989219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-cry-for-me-argentina.html' title='Adventures in Argentina'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNU3YQBVOyM/TgzYScN4_oI/AAAAAAAAFok/mLePwykcevM/s72-c/paula%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3770741790179288387</id><published>2011-05-29T18:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:18:47.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Summit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Houston's First Baptist Single Department)&lt;/span&gt; just had their annual retreat.  They usually plan a late night show on Saturday filled with skits. This year the theme was Summit Night Live (mimicking Saturday Night Live). Our class did a skit that imitated Will Ferrell and Chris Kattan's What is love?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (I'm not sure if this is the name of the skit, but the song sings, "What is love, baby don't hurt me no more...").&lt;/span&gt; It was real fun to be a part of the class skit and a blast to watch other classes participate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all the planning and acting for this year made me think of the skit I participated in 2008 at the Summit Retreat. It was called Wizard of Love. Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/au8lZfYN-94" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look back at it now and it cracks me up, especially since I have the eHarmony background knowledge.  I'm so thankful for my community...good times! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If they filmed our skit this year, I'll be delighted to share...stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-3770741790179288387?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3770741790179288387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3770741790179288387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3770741790179288387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3770741790179288387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2011/05/wizard-of-love.html' title='Wizard of Love'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/au8lZfYN-94/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7997049835052477150</id><published>2011-05-08T15:08:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:41:05.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Wait For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it's been a while since I have shared my thoughts with you, blog world, but the Lord has been doing a great work in me and I can't help but share it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following YouTube video explains my hearts desire perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/igCj3jsbcqs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen! I get goose-bumps when I hear this. I pray, ladies, that this would be a huge encouragement to you as it has been for me. There are some truths in this clip that may ring true. It sure has made an impact on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so encouraged about this perspective. No more dating men who have the "first name Luke and last name Warm".  I will know you are him because "when you speak your wisdom will remind me of Solomon's wisdom, your ability to lead will remind me of Moses, your faith will remind me of Abraham, your confidence in God's word will remind me of Daniel, your inspiration will remind me of Paul, your heart for God will remind me of David, your attention to detail will remind me of Noah, your integrity will remind me of Joseph, the ability to abandon your own will will remind me of the disciples, but your ability to love me selflessly and unconditionally will remind me of Christ. But I won't need to identify you with any special Matthew's or any special Mark's because His word will be tattered all over your heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been praying for a heart that is so vulnerable and open to the Lord's will. I feel for the first time in my entire life that no man can ever satisfy me. The Lord is my satisfaction. I know the right godly man for me will only complete what God has planned for my life, not complete me, but His will. I desire to go where God goes, stay where He stays, move where He moves...if this life I lose I will follow. I will serve Him as I wait. I will not worry as I wait because I serve the author of time and a God that gives good gifts to his children. He does not give a stone when we ask for bread nor does he give us a snake when we ask for fish (Luke 11:11). He is the giver of good gifts and gives them to whom he loves (Romans 8:38). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I wait, I pray you will find me with the "boldness of Esther, warm closeness of Ruth, with the hospitality of Lydia, a submission of Mary, engulfed in the tears of a praying Hannah, I will be the one drenched in Proverbs 31. Waiting for you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my heart's desire to find a man that is godly to serve with, to love, to witness with... but oh Father only if you see fit! If you call me to a life of singleness, then may I glorify you in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my heart's desire...I surrender! I will wait for you Lord more than the watchmen wait for the morning (Psalm 130:6). I WILL WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7997049835052477150?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7997049835052477150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7997049835052477150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7997049835052477150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7997049835052477150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-will-wait-for-you.html' title='I Will Wait For You'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/igCj3jsbcqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-4224943160414784488</id><published>2010-08-04T18:52:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:51:31.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Summer had finally arrived. I was super excited to start my summer vacation with a nice get away to Colorado Springs. My brother, Chris, and sister-in-law, Nikki, were moving to Colorado Springs and invited me to drive up with them. They encouraged me that it would be a great chance to get away and relax. Little did I know that I was far from a relaxing vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our adventure to Colorado Springs began on June 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We made an over night stop in Oklahoma. It was my first time to ever stay on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Air Force&lt;/span&gt; base. It was so nice! The hotel was an apartment. I had my own room. We woke up that morning ready to complete our 18 hour road trip to Colorado Springs. We made a pit stop before heading out to go caching. Caching is a world wide scavenger hunt. You use your IPhone to find them with a compass. We found one close to the Oklahoma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Air Force&lt;/span&gt; base we stayed at. The cache was in a small little magnetic container. It was so cool! I was incredibly thrilled to see that I was well on my way to the fun and relaxing vacation that I desperately needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoRSsFEgAI/AAAAAAAAFfY/K4sHDR3edIE/s320/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501728907554226178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoB1DyXd6I/AAAAAAAAFfA/l5BSptaGNqw/s1600/IMG_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoB1DyXd6I/AAAAAAAAFfA/l5BSptaGNqw/s320/IMG_0497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501711905847736226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                  Caching in Oklahoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally arrived in Colorado Springs later that night. Chris and Nikki placed some of their luggage in storage and then we drove to Denver. They were scheduled to check into Colorado Springs on June 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, which meant we had 2 nights to spend in a hotel in Denver. Chris wanted to go watch the Rockies vs. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt; baseball game the following night. After eating a good dinner at Olive Garden we drove to our hotel. The hotel they reserved looked much better online than in person. It was super sketch. We were all determined to find a new hotel. Little did we know that it would be difficult to find a decent affordable option. All the hotels were booked due to a convention in town. We were really tired of traveling at this point and just wanted to find a hotel to just sleep. So, Chris and Nikki decided to go with Motel 6. It wasn't that big of deal because all we were going to do was sleep there and find another hotel for the next night. Yeah, it wasn't that big of a deal...so we thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 4:50 am itching...yes itching! I ran to the bathroom to see what it was and I had red bumps all over my upper thighs and stomach. I turned on all the lights and woke my brother and sister-in-law trying to look to see what was in the bed. I didn't see anything. We were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out.  We went to the front desk and showed them my bites and told them we wanted a refund and left the hotel. We were so tired that we crashed at our new hotel room. We woke up and did some research. It turns out that I was bit by bed bugs. We later come to find out that my brother got bit too. My sister-in-law was spared. The saying, "sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite" is a true statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoRr9mspfI/AAAAAAAAFfg/Sfz2Ut62m4g/s320/IMG_0522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501729341755401714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoPtiWIFqI/AAAAAAAAFfI/BptI8NhGHNs/s320/IMG_0507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501727169774622370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Research says that they are nocturnal. They only bite you at night between the time of 2-5 am. They hide in the mattress.  The bed bugs find a vein and begin to feast on your blood like a buffet. They suck for about 5 minutes and then they poop on you. Gross! We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; and wrote out a plan of attack. We called it- Operation Kill the Bed Bug Blood Suckers Piece of Craps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFodxUsStQI/AAAAAAAAFfo/BN2mPkwMb0o/s320/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501742627991762178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We researched how to get rid of them. The bed bugs travel with you in your suitcase (they followed us to the new hotel and bit us some more). We read that we need to get rid of our luggage or burn it in the sun. We wanted to be on the safe side so we threw out our luggage. We bought new clothes (including under garments), towels, laundry detergent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cortisone&lt;/span&gt; cream (for the itching), and trash bags at Target...so much for an affordable hotel room. We spent more money and time getting rid of them than paying for a decent hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took all of our clothes out of our luggage and separated our clothes into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;delicates&lt;/span&gt;, whites and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;darks&lt;/span&gt; in the Target parking lot. We threw all of the garbage bags into the car and went to the laundry mat. We didn't want our clothes to shrink by washing in hot water and drying in high heat, so we decided just to dry our dry clothes in the highest heat for several cycles. We headed to the gym to sit in the dry sauna, showered and put on our new clothes. Research didn't say to sit in a sauna, but we wanted to do what we could to make sure we were rid of them. We bought bed bug spray and double sided tape to see if we were successful. Nikki counted and circled all of my bed bug bites and Chris'. I had 61 bites and Chris had 66. Before we went to sleep that night we surrounded our bed with double sided tape to see if we could catch the bed bugs. We knew how many bites we had and if any new bites appeared we weren't rid of them and we would have to take more drastic measures (at this point we were back in Colorado Springs on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Air Force&lt;/span&gt; base). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFophiti-7I/AAAAAAAAFfw/4SuFU2Qpm7k/s320/IMG_0530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501755551016745906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had finally conquered the bed bugs! Now all we had to do was heal from the bites. Research says that it takes about 2 weeks to stop itching and then about a month to no longer see the bite marks. It's August and I still see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;slight &lt;/span&gt; shadow from where they resided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, through all of this experience God spoke to me. Bed bugs are like sin in our life. We need to go to drastic measures to get rid of it. Not to respond in a lackadaisical manner and alter some things that cause us to stumble, but to get rid of it completely. Not to hold on to things because it is too painful to let go. I loved my luggage (a nice Nike bag I got for Christmas last year) and I really wanted to save it. I also was reluctant to loose my clothes to shrinkage, but we had to be extreme if we wanted to be rid of them. The bites are like what is left after sin has feasted on us. We are left itching, uncomfortable, and with scars. We must take medicine to get us through the itching and pain. The medicine to our soul is God's Word. We can't get through the sin without medicine. Sin causes inevitable wounds. The wounds will heal in time and with God's help (medicine). The scars are a good reminder of where we've been and what we should avoid in the future. I was eventually thankful that I experienced these bed bugs because God used this trial to shed some light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the first week of Bed Bug drama, I was able to enjoy my vacation. We went site seeing and truly experienced the Colorado beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovJc8vDZI/AAAAAAAAFf4/xTlVM3DNX5c/s320/DSC01925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501761734222744978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovJ9ZaBBI/AAAAAAAAFgA/OVjRyzO2M3I/s320/100_0611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501761742932935698" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                  Rockies vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt; Game (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt; Won!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovKl_OnkI/AAAAAAAAFgI/yzDgPEfUi94/s320/IMG_0546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501761753828990530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                              Compassion International&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovKzq2E1I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/ngTnFRl0xTU/s1600/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovKzq2E1I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/ngTnFRl0xTU/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501761757501592402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                             Pikes Peak                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoxrDY8eLI/AAAAAAAAFgo/Ehw86m8nwJA/s1600/DSC02129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoxrDY8eLI/AAAAAAAAFgo/Ehw86m8nwJA/s320/DSC02129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501764510500550834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovJ9ZaBBI/AAAAAAAAFgA/OVjRyzO2M3I/s1600/100_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFovJ9ZaBBI/AAAAAAAAFgA/OVjRyzO2M3I/s1600/100_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo0ieU_DQI/AAAAAAAAFhY/4FagfWZuJwo/s1600/100_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo0ieU_DQI/AAAAAAAAFhY/4FagfWZuJwo/s320/100_0667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501767661647760642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2JTKQ9wI/AAAAAAAAFh4/WkvW_HjWw7o/s1600/IMG_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2JTKQ9wI/AAAAAAAAFh4/WkvW_HjWw7o/s320/IMG_0606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501769428176533250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2JInx-gI/AAAAAAAAFhw/R-fKCG1-W1s/s1600/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2JInx-gI/AAAAAAAAFhw/R-fKCG1-W1s/s320/100_0695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501769425347541506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2IqpoivI/AAAAAAAAFho/jIXFbjcgwaM/s1600/100_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2IqpoivI/AAAAAAAAFho/jIXFbjcgwaM/s320/100_0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501769417302248178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo29zRxGJI/AAAAAAAAFiY/immgNMEmAzY/s320/100_0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501770330151131282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo0hDnp5-I/AAAAAAAAFhA/mkU8EO7349k/s320/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501767637298440162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo0ggqAwZI/AAAAAAAAFg4/wQes8h6PFY8/s320/DSC02250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501767627913085330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoxqWb7b9I/AAAAAAAAFgY/C2J2ChUPesU/s320/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501764498433470418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoxq5465FI/AAAAAAAAFgg/AMsYaZ2h6w8/s1600/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFoxq5465FI/AAAAAAAAFgg/AMsYaZ2h6w8/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501764507950310482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo0hrMKQ9I/AAAAAAAAFhI/urqSKj_Ypdk/s1600/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo0hrMKQ9I/AAAAAAAAFhI/urqSKj_Ypdk/s320/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501767647920538578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;USA Olympic Stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2IHuQxNI/AAAAAAAAFhg/uzdJqIhlg2Q/s1600/DSC02289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo2IHuQxNI/AAAAAAAAFhg/uzdJqIhlg2Q/s320/DSC02289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501769407926420690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo28-8JcoI/AAAAAAAAFiI/7WWxGfZgfqg/s1600/DSC02310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo28-8JcoI/AAAAAAAAFiI/7WWxGfZgfqg/s320/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501770316101808770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo29zRxGJI/AAAAAAAAFiY/immgNMEmAzY/s1600/100_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo29CwfRsI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/2pCnqoAXdqw/s1600/100_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFo29CwfRsI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/2pCnqoAXdqw/s320/100_0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501770317126649538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise the Lord for trials, for it is in them that we draw nearer to Him and are sanctified. 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Just to list a few: taught 3 subjects with 6 classes, but I had 4 demanding classes instead of 2 demanding classes. These students were needy emotionally and academically; coached Cross Country; new principal in the middle of the year; new administrators; new systems and policies in place in the middle of the year...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I don't want to leave on that note. I'm thankful I survived. There were a lot of great things that happened this year too. Just to list a few: 8th graders received 95% passing score on the Social Studies TAKS test; 12 students were commended (only missed 2 to 3 questions); came home crying about 3 times the entire year instead of 3 times each month; coached Cross Country to amazing girls; students actually liked me and learned something; better classroom management; new school is being built; connected with several girls; I was able to share my faith several times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to next year. It will be my 3rd year teaching Middle School Social Studies. However, I will only be teaching 7th and 8th next year. They are reworking how Middle School is run. I'm so thankful because that means I will not have to prep for 3 subjects and 6 classes with 140 students. It will be more manageable and I can do a much better job with the changes. I'm looking forward to being really good at what I'm teaching because I only have to prepare for 2 subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also very excited about this summer. I have decided not to teach summer school this year because I need to desperately recover. My brother, Chris, just got married this past April to Nikki Little. They are so happy. They are moving to Colorado next week. I have the privledge to join them on the 18 hour road trip and stay and vacation for several days in Colorado. I'm excited to get away and enjoy a little bit of bonding with Chris and Nikki and then some much needed alone time with my God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise the Lord for His strength in difficult times, and His grace and peace through times of despair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-6016330932663853775?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/6016330932663853775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=6016330932663853775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6016330932663853775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6016330932663853775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2010/06/finished-my-2nd-year.html' title='Finished My 2nd Year!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-6548290608034338306</id><published>2010-05-12T21:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:43:33.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFpDamLfAwI/AAAAAAAAFig/4eM3OAmM8C4/s320/13294_554737404869_23801744_31985781_311992_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501784018990859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations Chris and Nikki!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-4034523534653034345?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/4034523534653034345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=4034523534653034345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4034523534653034345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4034523534653034345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2010/04/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!!!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/TFpDamLfAwI/AAAAAAAAFig/4eM3OAmM8C4/s72-c/13294_554737404869_23801744_31985781_311992_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-5322423848504426941</id><published>2010-01-06T12:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:01:18.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Now</title><content type='html'>Many of you who really know me, know that God uses music to speak to me. Every season of my life has a theme song. If my life were a TV show, this song would be the theme song at the beginining of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season the song is Hope Now by Addison Road. Every lyric is my heart's cry. I hope you can be blessed by this song as I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything comes down to love&lt;br /&gt;Then just what am I afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I call out Your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something inside awakes in my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How quickly I forget I'm Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been carried by You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything rides on hope now&lt;br /&gt;Everything rides on faith somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the world has broken me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your love sets me free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my life is like a storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rising waters all I want is the shore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say I'll be ok and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make it through the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my shelter from the storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've become my hearts desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing Your praises higher&lt;br /&gt;Cause Your love sets me free&lt;br /&gt;Your love sets me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your love sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-5322423848504426941?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/5322423848504426941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=5322423848504426941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5322423848504426941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5322423848504426941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-now.html' title='Hope Now'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-4182998110008885753</id><published>2010-01-01T23:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:49:24.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy NEW Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love this day.  A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; beginnings and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; resolutions that change the core of who I am for the better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some of my favorite scriptures that reflect on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEWNESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22,23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;; the old has gone, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; has come!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2 Corintians 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; life." Romans 6:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"to be made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in the attitude of your minds and to put on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness." Ephesians 4:23-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;May this year be the year to be made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in Christ, to better your life, and the world around you...2010 IS THE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-4182998110008885753?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/4182998110008885753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=4182998110008885753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4182998110008885753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4182998110008885753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy NEW Year!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3457649025062022182</id><published>2009-11-12T19:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:59:42.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weirdest Thing...</title><content type='html'>So I had the weirdest thing happen this week. I arrived to work on Wednesday to find a student screaming to get my attention:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUDENT&lt;/b&gt;: Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tripputi&lt;/span&gt;...Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tripputi&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUDENT&lt;/b&gt;: I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed that you and Mr. So and So were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: What? Kissing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUDENT&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; no...having SEX (in a soft whisper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: WHAT?!?! (in a loud scream)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUDENT:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah and everyone was watching and taking pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: OKAY?!!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was completely speechless. I mean, what do you say? Who does that? Who tells you their most intimate dreams? I was truly shocked because this student is one of my top students. I still don't even know what to do with this new found information... to be flattered or grossed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-3457649025062022182?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3457649025062022182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3457649025062022182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3457649025062022182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3457649025062022182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/11/weirdest-thing.html' title='The Weirdest Thing...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3688208423972681292</id><published>2009-11-06T22:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:53:34.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't believe how much time has gone by. We are already in November! A lot has happened since my last entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. My roommates and I moved out of our Willowbend House. Jen moved to Egypt, Nicky moved closer in town, and I moved into an apartment by myself for the first time ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. I started my second year of teaching (Middle School Social Studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. I'm coaching Middle School Cross Country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. I have been shopping for a car and trying to sell my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. Continuously furnishing my apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. Fighting with TXU regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. Learning how to cook :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. THE FAMILY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shawn= college and dating a sweet girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    Bryan=attending CIA in San Antonio (Culinary Institute of America)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    Chris= seminary, working, dating and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    Mom=working, working, and working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    Dad= working and becoming injured playing ping pong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    Me=figuring out what God has for me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay, so that was just a few things that went down from May till now. Out of all of the above, l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;iving alone is definitely the biggest one for me to chew. It's an adventure and God is at work. I promise to share some of my thoughts on a regular basis as to what He is up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1650573567249093543-3688208423972681292?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3688208423972681292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3688208423972681292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3688208423972681292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3688208423972681292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Too Long'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-4443025932815168168</id><published>2009-06-16T21:27:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:13:43.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Down</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to be excited that this school year is over when I have to think about loosing my wonderful 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders. Many of you have asked me throughout the year, "how is teaching going?" and I could have probably chewed your head off. I know it was rough, but I appreciate you. Thanks to everyone that allowed me to vent. It truly is a love hate relationship, but I have grown to love it more than I hate it. I learned A LOT this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that I did fall in love with my students. They are the main reason I'm a teacher today and the reason I love this job. I can do without everything else (those of you who are teachers know what I'm talking about ;). However, there are a few exceptions to every rule, but let's not talk about those- it's not the rule just the exception. I truly will miss my 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders who are growing up and moving on to high school. Oh, must I mention that my students received 95% passing on their 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade Social Studies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; (this was their first year to have a Social Studies class)! They are awesome! Way to go AMIGOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear eighth graders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad that I had you as my first eighth grade class. It started out a little rough, but you made it. I’m so proud of you! You have learned so much this year, especially in Social Studies. The first day you came in, you knew nothing about U.S. History. I’m confident to say that you now know something. I’m going to miss you! You are a very intelligent group of students and I know that you will be great at whatever you set your mind to. Remember not to fall into the Hispanic statistics we talked about. You are better than a high school drop out. You have a future. You can be the first Latino(a) President, a thriving Latino(a) brain surgeon, a brilliant Latino(a) architect, a phenomenal Latino(a) lawyer or whatever you dream to be. I hope to hear from you often and receive an invitation to your high school graduation. I believe in you! I can’t wait to see what God has planned for you. Always remember, if you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tripputi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thirty years from now, it won’t matter what shoes you wore, how your hair looked, or the jeans you bought. What will matter is what you learned and how you used it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite moments this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhdcyz9B7I/AAAAAAAAEsw/y4vxD24PZ5U/s1600-h/Picture+470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhdcyz9B7I/AAAAAAAAEsw/y4vxD24PZ5U/s320/Picture+470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127306759866290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Think It Over Program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhdcia5v2I/AAAAAAAAEso/RObrGEmoM4E/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhdcia5v2I/AAAAAAAAEso/RObrGEmoM4E/s320/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127302359826274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMIGOS Middle School Team (Thunder Cats-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoeeeee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhccYJg9CI/AAAAAAAAEsg/pYt1e9xtfVs/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhccYJg9CI/AAAAAAAAEsg/pYt1e9xtfVs/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126200090915874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade gift to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;APV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbSFfArDI/AAAAAAAAEr4/34mXfmSEDgk/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124923770481714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade field trip to Discovery Green-YES on the Metro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhccBVXx2I/AAAAAAAAEsY/6xk1aS3zZjk/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhccBVXx2I/AAAAAAAAEsY/6xk1aS3zZjk/s320/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126193966630754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren, my future Latina President :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhcbp266JI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/tz6C480p9qk/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhcbp266JI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/tz6C480p9qk/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126187664894098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;          waiting for the Metro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhcbUlUpKI/AAAAAAAAEsI/s64qtEvQlvI/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhcbUlUpKI/AAAAAAAAEsI/s64qtEvQlvI/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126181953938594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silliness at it's best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhcbAgx3KI/AAAAAAAAEsA/7VgrvjvmwCA/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhcbAgx3KI/AAAAAAAAEsA/7VgrvjvmwCA/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126176566172834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbRquKAGI/AAAAAAAAErw/O279vU-Dblo/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbRquKAGI/AAAAAAAAErw/O279vU-Dblo/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124916586250338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ladies-oh and Marco (a.k.a Mr. De La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fuente&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbRHF_whI/AAAAAAAAEro/aC3lOytuv6s/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbRHF_whI/AAAAAAAAEro/aC3lOytuv6s/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124907022565906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade fun pic-well the teachers were having fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbQ0tmtvI/AAAAAAAAErg/FozZbeNcgJI/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbQ0tmtvI/AAAAAAAAErg/FozZbeNcgJI/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124902088423154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;APV&lt;/span&gt; Soccer Team-GO PUMAS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbQmXDOCI/AAAAAAAAErY/9SSNd-jmzww/s1600-h/2599_68448542081_642327081_2176596_1177498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhbQmXDOCI/AAAAAAAAErY/9SSNd-jmzww/s320/2599_68448542081_642327081_2176596_1177498_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124898235725858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shady Bunch vs. The Non-Stop Dance Crew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(monthly celebration entertainment-our own version of America's Best Dance Crew)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhZtwjB9KI/AAAAAAAAErQ/0nYAStOUsLI/s1600-h/2599_68448442081_642327081_2176579_3679737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SjhZtwjB9KI/AAAAAAAAErQ/0nYAStOUsLI/s320/2599_68448442081_642327081_2176579_3679737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348123200163280034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;APV&lt;/span&gt; Middle School Rock Band-another wonderful monthly celebration :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;, I have one year down and many more to go.  My wonderful boss said the other day..."I need an experienced teacher..." (he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-4443025932815168168?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/4443025932815168168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=4443025932815168168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4443025932815168168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4443025932815168168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-down.html' title='One Year Down'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sjhdcyz9B7I/AAAAAAAAEsw/y4vxD24PZ5U/s72-c/Picture+470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-6170028520797100965</id><published>2009-04-27T08:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:47:27.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Legacy</title><content type='html'>Another phone call came yesterday morning from my dad saying that my grandfather had passed away. I was at IHOP with my mom whom I had just picked up from the airport.  I knew my gandfather would not last long without my gandmother, but I didn't think it would be this soon. I'm really sad to see him go from this world, but I cling to the fact that he really lived here. His life was not in vain. I'm so thankful that I can truly celebrate his life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather was an incredible man of God. He loved the Lord with all his heart, with all his mind and with all his soul. He lived his life for HIM. My grandfather was a pastor of many Methodist Churches in Argentina throughout his life. He was such an influential pastor that the Methodist Church in Argentina asked him to be a bishop for the country (in Argentina they only have one bishop in the Methodist Church unlike the U.S. who have several regional bishops). My grandfather turned it down because he didn't want to be in an office shuffling papers. He wanted to be with his people. He also served in prison ministry. My mom told me that a man who was in prison came to her and shared about his coming to faith because of my grandfather. He was the perfect example of the hands and feet of Jesus. He was on his knees before the Lord daily. Abuelo Tito had astonishing faith. He was a man full of love. He loved Jesus Christ, he loved his wife of 59 years, he loved his children, his grandchildren, his family and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night 200+ people packed a little church in Buenos Aires, Argentina to share how much my grandfather impacted their lives. The service had lasted 2 hours when they had to cut people off from sharing. More people wanted to share, but it was getting late. The church was so full that some people were standing throughout the entire ceremony. This packed house shows how much of an influence mi Abuelito Tito had on the people of Buenos Aires. I wish I was there. However, I have a good idea of the kind of impact he had on the people their because it was equivalent to the amount of impact he had on my life, if not more. He is one of the major reasons for where I am in my faith today. If it were not for mi abuelo I would probably not know HIM. I'm so thankful that he showed my dad the way to be rooted in truth. I pray that I will be a woman of God that will lead my family to Christ as mi abuelo did. I'm thankful that he is in no more pain and that he is with our God and with mi abuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, abuelo Tito, for the legacy you left for me and my family. I owe it all to you. May I leave the same kind of legacy to my family, my friends and any person that I come in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing the song by Mercy Me-I Can Only Imagine, because I can only imagine what he did when he saw Jesus. It brings me joy knowing that he is with JC now, a little jealous even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the song Legacy by Nicole Nordeman is exactly how my gandfather lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will they remember me? &lt;br /&gt;Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough &lt;br /&gt;To make a mark on things? &lt;br /&gt;I want to leave an offering &lt;br /&gt;A child of mercy and grace who &lt;br /&gt;blessed your name unapologetically &lt;br /&gt;And leave that kind of legacy...Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has said to mi abuelito Tito, "Well done good and faithful one."&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you would live life on purpose. Live for HIM and leave a legacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=061b69049bd96c11cfb5" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero Abuelo Tito! Gracias por tu ejemplo. Gracias por tu amor. Gracias por vivir como Jesu Cristo. Nos vemos en el cielo. Por siempre tu nieta, Paulita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-6170028520797100965?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/6170028520797100965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=6170028520797100965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6170028520797100965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6170028520797100965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/04/legacy.html' title='A Legacy'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3318120492823194083</id><published>2009-04-23T09:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:46:34.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>This morning I received a phone call from my dad saying that my grandmother (Abuela Oma) passed away. I'm super sad, but joy comes when I think of her wonderful life with us.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother was such an incredible woman of God. She stood by my grandfather throughout his several years of pastoral ministry in Argentina. She loved and cared for my dad and his siblings. My grandparents did the best they could to bring their children into a God filled loving home. She was a beautiful woman inside and out. She had such a beautiful singing voice. I would always love to hear her sing a special prayer before each meal... "La mesa esta servida ya gracias buen Dios que pan nos da gracias a Dios." The other song she sang was "Por estoy bienes o Senor te damos gracias hoy..." I especially loved hearing her sing the hymns at church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memories I cherish most of my grandmother were when she would come visit it us from Argentina and we would sit outside on the patio on a hot summer day and drink. Well, she would drink matte (famous Argentina tea) and I of course would drink juice with a few sips of her matte. While we sat outside we would play a game called "Veo Veo."  The game as we know it is Eye Spy. I loved playing the game with her. We would also go for walks around the block and talk (al rededor de la mansana). Another fun memory I have of her and my grandfather is that we would always make "Capuchon" (a stew with squash, carrots, potatoes, corn, chicken...). After the entire family, Dad, Mom, Chris, Bryan, Shawn, Abuelo and Abuela, would finish we would all sit around and listen to stories about my dad's childhood and some stories about me and Chris.  The time spent talking after dinner is called "sobre mesa." We would talk and laugh for so long that we would eventually be hungry again for some hot tea and dessert. So, then we would sit, laugh and talk a little longer. I miss those days so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents celebrated their 59 year Wedding Anniversary yesterday. One special story I remember my Abuelo Tito (my grandfather) telling me was how he knew that my grandmother was the one to marry. He told me that he was interested in one of her friends until one day when they had a church picnic. They had many games organized for the youth. One of the games was a relay race with an egg and spoon. You know the one where you have to travel a certain distance holding the spoon with an egg and trying not to let the egg drop? Well, they were playing and my grandmother was running with it to win and she saw that her friend fell so she went back to help her up and didn't care that she was going to loose the race. She just wanted to help her friend. My grandfather told me that he knew that something was different about this girl. He didn't really think much more about it until that night when he says that God gave him a dream about my grandmother and he just knew that she was the one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love remembering this story because it reminds me of my grandmothers sweet gentle and loving spirit. It also reminds me that God has a purpose for all things. I know that I will see her again on the other side of glory absent from pain and suffering. Praise you Father for such sweet memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te quiero Abuela Oma!  Tu querida nieta, Paula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SfCNCOdrK0I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/CZhdezczuSY/s1600-h/abuelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327913428561111874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SfCNCOdrK0I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/CZhdezczuSY/s320/abuelos.jpg" 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/1650573567249093543-3318120492823194083?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3318120492823194083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3318120492823194083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3318120492823194083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3318120492823194083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SfCNCOdrK0I/AAAAAAAAEPQ/CZhdezczuSY/s72-c/abuelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-2456604322064065584</id><published>2009-04-18T17:06:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:33:41.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Becky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SeuUl1Wqy7I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ryq7wNB5eGY/s1600-h/l_bee8f6b81676278cacc88d2e8cd3c513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SeuUl1Wqy7I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ryq7wNB5eGY/s320/l_bee8f6b81676278cacc88d2e8cd3c513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326514361993972658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Becky is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; friend. She turned 27 this past Tuesday. I have known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt; since we were 3 years old. We have been friends for about 24 years...isn't that crazy!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is definitely a friendship I treasure and will always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the top 27 things I love about knowing Becky &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Smith)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kiser&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Her incredible passion for the LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Her enthusiasm for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Her desire to inspire and teach women to grow in their walk with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Her many hair colors throughout our life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Her spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Her ability to convince me to do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. The road trip back home from Dallas to Houston ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. The farm days-boom boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. The many many memories in the red room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Movie nights from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pollywood&lt;/span&gt; video and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Becbuster's&lt;/span&gt; collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. A rainy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning in the red room- hint hint Mr. Incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Plans to own our own Women's World-we even made a contract with Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Her love of sweet tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Her love for New Kids On The Block (this picture shows how perfect we are together-the sublte crazy-ME and the obvious crazy-Becky of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SeuUzd9v10I/AAAAAAAAEPI/Om3F4qLL-kI/s320/bec%26me+80s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326514596233598786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SeuUl1Wqy7I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ryq7wNB5eGY/s1600-h/l_bee8f6b81676278cacc88d2e8cd3c513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SeuUl1Wqy7I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ryq7wNB5eGY/s1600-h/l_bee8f6b81676278cacc88d2e8cd3c513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Her incredible shopping skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Her great fashion sense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Her magnificent hair styling skills-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; would always sacrifice her fun Sunday afternoons before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MYF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to straighten my hair with a real iron (this was before flat iron days). She would always start strong and then get tired and bored...there were a couple of times when she actually drop the iron on my head :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Her honesty and desire to be authentic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trelis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Spa days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. The movie Beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. Her desire to hold out for God's best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. A great listener-many crazy nights where I would put her to sleep with my wonderful stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. Her fountain of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24. Her little shimmy dance move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; writing skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26. The best event coordinator ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27. A great visionary and a huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;encourager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been incredibly blessed to know Becky. I'm so excited for the next 24 years. Happy Birthday Becky Janette Smith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kiser&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is for you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ODzaqP8EbHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ODzaqP8EbHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/1650573567249093543-2456604322064065584?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/2456604322064065584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=2456604322064065584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/2456604322064065584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/2456604322064065584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-becky.html' title='Happy Birthday Becky!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SeuUl1Wqy7I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ryq7wNB5eGY/s72-c/l_bee8f6b81676278cacc88d2e8cd3c513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-6817253136954402726</id><published>2009-04-12T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:05:49.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Chris Kiser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know it's a little late but...Happy Birthday Chris Kiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have been truly blessed by knowing you. Here are just a few of the many things I love about you, my friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love seeing how you love my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love spending time with y'all and capturing a glimpse of what life could one day be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love watching your pursuit of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love how you took me in as your best friend without questions asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You lead your family with wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your passion for justice and truth is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You pursue God with such fervor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You have taught me that godly men like you are not a figment of my imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You have truly inspired me to hold out for an amazing man of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Becky definitely has a great man and is truly blessed to have you as her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I'm so thankful for you and your friendship. Thanks for being such an amazing man that lives for Christ. Love you, friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-6817253136954402726?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/6817253136954402726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=6817253136954402726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6817253136954402726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6817253136954402726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-belated-birthday-chris-kiser.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Chris Kiser!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-719748075435145063</id><published>2009-03-25T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:26:22.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies and Fathers</title><content type='html'>This video clip is too funny! It really goes to show a mother's touch. I'm sure there are some great fathers out there that can change a diaper without any dry heaving... unfortunately these fathers couldn't make it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0jogEn8fQ2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0jogEn8fQ2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/1650573567249093543-719748075435145063?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/719748075435145063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=719748075435145063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/719748075435145063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/719748075435145063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/03/babies-and-fathers.html' title='Babies and Fathers'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-8870245488138161161</id><published>2009-03-22T18:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:53:04.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Such A Time As This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spring break is over :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm so thankful that I have had this week to relax and to regain some perspective. However, I'm really anxious to return to work tomorrow. I know that God calls us to not be axious, but in prayer and petition summit your request to Him... BUT I can't help but have these initial feelings. Because God is so good to me, He gave me the answer I needed this morning through the message from Curtis Jones on 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. The Lord was speaking directly to me when he said "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing and give thanks in all circumstances..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't help but be a little puzzled about the word rejoice. What does rejoice look like? Does this mean I have to walk around like I just had a hanger in my mouth? What does it mean to rejoice always? How does God want me to live this out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My roommate, Nicky, reminded me about Acts 16:16-40 where Paul and Silas were imprisoned after being beaten and later found rejoicing in the Lord through song. This scripture has really put my circumstance into perspective and I have a better picture of what "rejoicing" looks like now. But, what does it mean for me? Does this mean I must go to work and sing songs to the Lord? Maybe it does and maybe it doesn't? I would venture to say that to rejoice is more than a feeling and more than just being happy, but about the attitude of my heart. It's about being satisfied in God alone. John Piper puts it best when he says, "God is most glorified in me when I am most satisfied in Him."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;concern about my job has also caused me to question my purpose, value and effectiveness as a teacher. As I have been studying the book of Esther, I have learned that she prepared herself mentally and spiritually before she approached the throne physically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; was called for a purpose, "For such a time as this..."  She didn't run away from her circumstance or try to manipulate the situation. She simply called all her peeps to fast and pray with her and then responded. We must embrace this season of life and the "sufferings" before us because through those sufferings we are transformed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Romans 5:3-5  says "More than that, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%205;&amp;amp;version=47;#cen-ESV-28035F" title="See cross-reference F"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My prayer, as I return tomorrow, is that I would rejoice in Him always, give thanks always and pray always.  I know the Lord has placed me in this place for such a time as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Please pray for all teachers and students returning tomorrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-8870245488138161161?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/8870245488138161161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=8870245488138161161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8870245488138161161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8870245488138161161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-such-time-as-this.html' title='For Such A Time As This'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-4772733582993004353</id><published>2009-03-17T22:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:56:04.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Paddy's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is St. Patrick's Day all about anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here is an interesting video I found that explains it perfectly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6TCB5QhHVJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6TCB5QhHVJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-4772733582993004353?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/4772733582993004353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=4772733582993004353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4772733582993004353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4772733582993004353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-paddys-day.html' title='Happy St. Paddy&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-1558132437897317001</id><published>2009-03-15T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:57:31.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;An Intimate Message From God To YOU and ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10:29-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image.&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being.&lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my offspring.&lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;for all your days are written in my book.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth&lt;br /&gt;and where you would live.&lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 71:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented&lt;br /&gt;by those who don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;John 8:41-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the complete expression of love.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child&lt;br /&gt;and I am your Father.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand.&lt;br /&gt;James 1:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:31-33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless&lt;br /&gt;as the sand on the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 139:17-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing.&lt;br /&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 32:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my treasured possession.&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 19:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart and all my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 32:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;you will find me.&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you&lt;br /&gt;the desires of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you&lt;br /&gt;than you could possibly imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager.&lt;br /&gt;2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you&lt;br /&gt;in all your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted,&lt;br /&gt;I am close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;I have carried you close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away&lt;br /&gt;every tear from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain&lt;br /&gt;you have suffered on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;even as I love my son, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;John 17:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;John 17:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being.&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you,&lt;br /&gt;not against you.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression&lt;br /&gt;of my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved&lt;br /&gt;that I might gain your love.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:31-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive the gift of my son Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;you receive me.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 2:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you&lt;br /&gt;from my love again.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party&lt;br /&gt;heaven has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Luke 15:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father,&lt;br /&gt;and will always be Father.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:14-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is…&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my child?&lt;br /&gt;John 1:12-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Luke 15:11-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Father&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I truly encourage you to read through and study these scriptures in their entirety. There is richness in the entire scripture. I love this letter because it's a good reminder of God's true love for his children and His pursuit of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*note some of the scriptures are paraphrased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-1558132437897317001?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/1558132437897317001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=1558132437897317001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1558132437897317001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1558132437897317001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-love-letter.html' title='A True Love Letter'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3957495930163542880</id><published>2009-03-14T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:40:41.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised 80's Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some of my childhood pictures from the 80's that I promised. Hilarious and scary!!! Viewer discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sbva8vl8XHI/AAAAAAAAENY/bI8KjiVXr0c/s320/me%26bryan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080922516249714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother Bryan and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sbva8we1AVI/AAAAAAAAENg/OzwyHUn31IU/s320/bec%26me+80s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080922754842962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekisers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt; and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I love this picture of me and Bec! It really explains our personalities, which explains how well we complement each other in our friendship-note the 2 fingers behind Bec's head.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sbva-GY3nYI/AAAAAAAAENw/2eTS0J0zWjw/s320/me80s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080945815297410" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sbva-KxxfBI/AAAAAAAAEN4/KKRmZRIXpiM/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;80's school picture (scary!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-3957495930163542880?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3957495930163542880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3957495930163542880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3957495930163542880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3957495930163542880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/03/promised-80s-pictures.html' title='Promised 80&apos;s Pictures'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sbva8vl8XHI/AAAAAAAAENY/bI8KjiVXr0c/s72-c/me%26bryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-1891107072368441919</id><published>2009-03-04T19:26:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:51:59.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOMBDIGITY 80'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I was only in elementary school during the 80's, but I love the decade. The fashion of the 80's were so colorful and so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend reminded me of how much I loved it. The singles ministry, Summit, at Houston's First Baptist Church went to Trinity Pines for a winter retreat. TAKS season has caused me to need some retreating :).  My roommates and I drove up on Saturday afternoon after completing the 10K Rodeo Run. We arrived at the camp just in time for free time. After such a long week and running 6.2 miles that morning, I was ready for a nap. I also knew that if I didn't take a nap I would be too tired and miss out on the 80's prom later that night. I could not miss the 80'S PROM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the prom, each Sunday school class was encouraged to create a skit that would have aired on MTV in the 80's. Our class did a music video for the song Danger Zone from the Top Gun soundtrack. It was so much fun to be a part of the skit (even though I joined in at the last minute and had absolutley no idea what I was doing). It really is a silly skit (watch below for yourself-warning it's only funny if you have seen the movie Top Gun)! The prom part was so fun too. They played a little Michael Jackson, Paula Abdul, Debbie Gibson and some New Kids on the Block (although it was technically early 90's). It was such a fun way to bring back the good ole times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa822t9HoZI/AAAAAAAAENQ/0Wx2yPXObzU/s1600-h/n17108806_37259219_7008270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa822t9HoZI/AAAAAAAAENQ/0Wx2yPXObzU/s320/n17108806_37259219_7008270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309522799369888146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ignite Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa81yJtHfXI/AAAAAAAAENA/dFV-7_xin1Q/s1600-h/n590095579_5940755_7232897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa81yJtHfXI/AAAAAAAAENA/dFV-7_xin1Q/s320/n590095579_5940755_7232897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309521621407989106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ignite ladies bringing the 80's back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa81yIUw_7I/AAAAAAAAEM4/uzxubLq-Nk0/s1600-h/n17108806_37259208_7908687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa81yIUw_7I/AAAAAAAAEM4/uzxubLq-Nk0/s320/n17108806_37259208_7908687.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309521621037416370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa81ih8rTjI/AAAAAAAAEMw/2KN3Qs5wa6o/s320/n8348344_52579284_7735987.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309521353037794866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The 80's Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some funny phrases that could bring you back to the 80's:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M.A.S.H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(this is really a game not so much a phrase-Acronym for: mansion, apartment, shack,      house. An elementary/middle school game that provided random futures. Example: "Last night I      played MASH with Becky and I got Jason as a husband!" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;The JAM!: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;So some friends and you are at a breakdancing competition. After one dancer does a particularly good combo of headspins and freezes he finally finishes up with a backflip. You say to your friend "That homeboys moves are the JAM!" (the emphasis is always on the word "JAM" so as it is louder and more funky than the rest of the sentence). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;S'Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; A greeting. Short for "What's Up?" meaning: "How ya doin'?" "Hey, S'up?" "S'Up? whats going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Homegirl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Female form of homeboy, a close female friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Doy (Doi): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Short for "No duh" or "no doy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Cool Beans: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Cool, awesome, agreeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Chill Pill: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; Take it easy. ie. "Take a Chill Pill! You're gonna get us all busted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Bombdigity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;It means that something is good. Example: "That outfit is bombdigity! or "the bomb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="name" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="12pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   margin-top: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Don't Have a Cow: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Remain calm, don't get excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;           &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZAuz_mRrzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZAuz_mRrzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. We won the award for the best skit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of things do you remember about the 80's-the good, bad and the ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tay tuned... I might  post some of my fav 80's pics, but I will have to raid my mom's pictures first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-1891107072368441919?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/1891107072368441919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=1891107072368441919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1891107072368441919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/1891107072368441919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/03/bombdigity-80s.html' title='THE BOMBDIGITY 80&apos;S'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/Sa822t9HoZI/AAAAAAAAENQ/0Wx2yPXObzU/s72-c/n17108806_37259219_7008270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-8342767654578186956</id><published>2009-02-15T11:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:20:55.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession Proof?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SZhc65FqqOI/AAAAAAAAELw/4HZggFgZBfQ/s1600-h/whatsNewBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SZhc65FqqOI/AAAAAAAAELw/4HZggFgZBfQ/s320/whatsNewBanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303090728055515362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SZhcu8cAIpI/AAAAAAAAELo/6gLMUReNaWw/s1600-h/FC5all.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't believe it when it was said that the only things that are recession proof are: tobacco, alcohol, and cosmetics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful that I'm part of a company that has great skin care products and cosmetics. Channel 13 has a great story on Arbonne and how it is recession proof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wnyt.com/article/stories/S729809.shtml?cat=10114"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wnyt.com/article/stories/S729809.shtml?cat=10114"&gt;http://wnyt.com/article/stories/S729809.shtml?cat=10114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you are interested in starting your business with Arbonne. I would love for you to join in on the fun and reap the benefits of financial security and wonderful looking skin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SZhcu8cAIpI/AAAAAAAAELo/6gLMUReNaWw/s320/FC5all.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303090522796073618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ignore:vglayout"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ignore:vglayout"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-8342767654578186956?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/8342767654578186956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=8342767654578186956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8342767654578186956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8342767654578186956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-proof.html' title='Recession Proof?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SZhc65FqqOI/AAAAAAAAELw/4HZggFgZBfQ/s72-c/whatsNewBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3606158597392418722</id><published>2009-01-12T21:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:21:41.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Living</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about Arbonne's new Figure 8 health products.  Check out www.gofigure8.com for more information on healthy living.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.arbonne.com/images/ic/content/upclose/2009/0109/JAN-Upclose-final-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.arbonne.com/images/ic/content/upclose/2009/0109/JAN-Upclose-final-4.jpg" /&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/1650573567249093543-3606158597392418722?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3606158597392418722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3606158597392418722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3606158597392418722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3606158597392418722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2009/01/healthy-living.html' title='Healthy Living'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-5090272447440658819</id><published>2008-12-27T00:00:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:21:37.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS ALL YEAR LONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVb1Ec12KiI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Npp-5WGVI4M/s1600-h/100_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love Christmas! It's a time with family, friends and giving hearts. I love that we celebrate Christ's birth in the month of December because it's a good reminder of where our focus should be at the end of the year, at the beginning of a new year and all year long. May Christ's birth, life, death and resurrection be a never ending celebration in our lives. I LOVE IT...CHRISTMAS ALL YEAR LONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The Tripputi's 2008 Christmas Celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVb0srtzXhI/AAAAAAAAD5o/QB67A2JyOEQ/s320/100_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284680261252111890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 candlelight service at Houston's First Baptist Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVbyfyjSItI/AAAAAAAAD44/YIPD-fk0Fts/s1600-h/100_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVbyfyjSItI/AAAAAAAAD44/YIPD-fk0Fts/s320/100_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677840725484242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The Tripputi Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVby5Zk3ujI/AAAAAAAAD5A/SGJ25efJ5bQ/s1600-h/100_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVby5Zk3ujI/AAAAAAAAD5A/SGJ25efJ5bQ/s320/100_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284678280697854514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;three men and a lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVbzXIBDGGI/AAAAAAAAD5I/Ln-Ag-ZYYXM/s1600-h/DSC04236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVbzXIBDGGI/AAAAAAAAD5I/Ln-Ag-ZYYXM/s320/DSC04236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284678791380277346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mother and daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVbz3tsVIiI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/-U6jaaYPgEM/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284679351249740322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;father and daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVb0cKHbkoI/AAAAAAAAD5g/IiYlD6VkeuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVb0cKHbkoI/AAAAAAAAD5g/IiYlD6VkeuQ/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284679977354891906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;roses for a wonderful mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVb1Ec12KiI/AAAAAAAAD5w/Npp-5WGVI4M/s320/100_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284680669576178210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE TRIPPUTI CLAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1650573567249093543-5090272447440658819?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/5090272447440658819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=5090272447440658819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5090272447440658819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5090272447440658819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-all-year-around.html' title='CHRISTMAS ALL YEAR LONG'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SVb0srtzXhI/AAAAAAAAD5o/QB67A2JyOEQ/s72-c/100_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-5655816970876546689</id><published>2008-12-22T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:50:37.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat These, Weigh Less?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Maybe they’re called "magical fruit" in children’s rhymes for a reason . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not for the flatulence-producing reasons kids obsess about. What &lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; makes beans magical is their potential effect on your waistline: Bean eaters weigh less on average than non-bean-imbibing folks do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bean Counting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, bean eaters weigh as much as 6.6 pounds less, according to RealAge expert John La Puma, MD, author of &lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ChefMD's Big Book of Culinary Medicine&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(&lt;a onclick="Call_AJAX_Tracking('326,F',this,'')" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/030739462X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=ra%5Ftod%5Fbooktip-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=030739462X" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 113, 193); "&gt;Browse the book online&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=ra_tod_booktip-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=030739462X" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-width: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt; Makes sense when you consider beans are full of fiber and protein but low in fat, which means a serving will keep you going far beyond the need-to-munch hour but only make a minor dent in your calorie intake. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(&lt;a onclick="Call_AJAX_Tracking('326,F',this,'')" href="http://www.realage.com/ct/tips/3296" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 113, 193); "&gt;Find out which kind of bean packs the biggest antioxidant punch&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Recipe Corner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans are anything but boring if you try these tasty, bean-filled recipes from &lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;EatingWell&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-type: square; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a onclick="Call_AJAX_Tracking('326,F',this,'')" href="http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes/turkey_bean_enchilada.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 113, 193); "&gt;Turkey &amp;amp; Bean Enchiladas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-type: square; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a onclick="Call_AJAX_Tracking('326,F',this,'')" href="http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes/taco_salad.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 113, 193); "&gt;Taco Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-type: square; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a onclick="Call_AJAX_Tracking('326,F',this,'')" href="http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes/corn_black_bean_pizza.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 113, 193); "&gt;Smoky Corn and Black Bean Pizza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Video: &lt;a onclick="Call_AJAX_Tracking('326,F',this,'')" href="http://www.realage.com/videos/default.aspx?cooking-tips=hummus" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 113, 193); "&gt;Learn how to make your own white bean hummus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="tip-benefit" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;RealAge Benefit:&lt;/b&gt; Maintaining a constant desirable weight can make your RealAge 6 years younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tip-benefit" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I love pizza! I will definitely be trying the Smoky Corn and Black Bean Pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tip-benefit" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The secret to a grilled pizza is having all your ingredients ready to go before you head out to the grill. Make it a meal: Toss the extra black beans, diced tomato and some avocado with prewashed salad greens and Cilantro-Lime Vinaigrette and dinner is on the table in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="orangeText" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Makes 6 servings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="orangeText" style="color: rgb(179, 93, 25); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTIVE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="orangeText" style="color: rgb(179, 93, 25); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTAL TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="orangeText" style="color: rgb(179, 93, 25); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EASE OF PREPARATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1 plum tomato, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup canned black beans, rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh corn kernels (about 2 ears)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 pound prepared whole-wheat pizza dough&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup barbecue sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded mozzarella, preferably smoked mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Preheat grill to medium.&lt;br /&gt;2. Combine tomato, beans and corn in a medium bowl. Sprinkle cornmeal onto a large baking sheet. Stretch the dough into about a 12-inch circle and lay it on top of the cornmeal, coating the entire underside of the dough.&lt;br /&gt;3. Transfer the crust from the baking sheet to the grill. Close the lid and cook until the crust is puffed and lightly browned on the bottom, 4 to 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;4. Using a large spatula, flip the crust. Spread barbecue sauce on it and quickly sprinkle with the tomato mixture and cheese. Close the lid; grill until the cheese is melted and the bottom of the crust is browned, 4 to 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="orangeText" style="color: rgb(179, 93, 25); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUTRITION INFORMATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Per serving: 316 calories; 6 g fat (3 g sat, 0 g mono); 13 mg cholesterol; 48 g carbohydrate; 14 g protein; 4 g fiber; 530 mg sodium; 94 mg potassium. &lt;br /&gt;Nutrition bonus: Calcium (15% dv).&lt;br /&gt;Exchanges: 3 starch, 3 medium-fat meat; 3 Carbohydrate Servings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Article found on realage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-5655816970876546689?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/5655816970876546689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=5655816970876546689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5655816970876546689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5655816970876546689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/12/eat-these-weigh-less_22.html' title='Eat These, Weigh Less?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-8020307079283156037</id><published>2008-12-17T21:52:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:16:56.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so I wasn't really tagged, but I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://www.aggiechick03.blogspot.com/"&gt;my roommate's&lt;/a&gt; blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Pick the 4th picture in that folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Explain the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Tag 4 people to do the same! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I went to my pictures on my computer and got the first picture, but then when I browsed on blogger another picture was the 4th of the 4th...hence 2 pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280975613889633858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SUnLV01kXkI/AAAAAAAADoA/KFKQRLLAp3A/s320/DSCN1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Bec, Katie and I at an Arbonne event. The Mercedes Benz is the company car that you earn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976008017985106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SUnLsxFFvlI/AAAAAAAADoI/3sP_L5Y0j8c/s320/DSC03557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My brothers and I celebrating Father's Day at Papas seafood restaurant. Aren't they cute? Ladies, any takers? Oh wait, only two are currently available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-8020307079283156037?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/8020307079283156037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=8020307079283156037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8020307079283156037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8020307079283156037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-it.html' title='Not it!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SUnLV01kXkI/AAAAAAAADoA/KFKQRLLAp3A/s72-c/DSCN1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-8841970478711459821</id><published>2008-12-01T21:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:04:52.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum in My Tum</title><content type='html'>I felt great after working out tonight and thought that I should cook something healthy. Most of you know that I'm not a chef by any means, but that I love to eat-especially pizza. Well, it started this Thanksgiving when my dad gave me props on being ahead of the game. He told me that when my mom and him got married my mom didn't know how to cook anything. Their meals consisted of toast, tea, and soup. I'm thrilled that I'm ahead of the game because that means that I will win eventually. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here is how my little concoction came to be: I bought mushrooms the other day just because I felt like something different in my salad. Well, it turns out that I don't really enjoy them in my salad all that much, so I have been thinking of other ways to eat them (they were about to expire). I tossed some mushrooms in a pan, cooked some rice, tossed in some leftover Thanksgiving green beans and stirred it all together with some chicken. My first thought was I like mushrooms, I like rice, I like chicken, I like green beans...it must make a great combination. It turned out that I was right, the combo works! I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I'm really excited about lunch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023221964687170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/STSlrA8kR0I/AAAAAAAAC-g/qNLvr3zXSJc/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a favorite concoction that you would like to share? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-8841970478711459821?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/8841970478711459821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=8841970478711459821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8841970478711459821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8841970478711459821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/12/yum-yum-in-my-tum.html' title='Yum Yum in My Tum'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/STSlrA8kR0I/AAAAAAAAC-g/qNLvr3zXSJc/s72-c/IMG_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-4903717092726760291</id><published>2008-11-30T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:11:50.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>Belief. What does this really mean? According to Webster belief means, "a state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably know... I teach Middle School in a low income community where all 130 of my students are English Language Learners and hormonal teenagers. Most of my students have a harsh home life and many cultural obstacles to overcome. So with all of that said, you can imagine the challange I face daily as a teacher. (I know there are other jobs out there that are tough and I have no idea what difficult is, but in my little world it's pretty hard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my entrance essay that I wrote to transfer to HBU the other day. I was 21 years old seeking education at HBU and wrote, "I want to be a teacher that gives to the children the love and acceptance that they need and deserve. Teaching is a career that I would like to pursue because it is a rewarding experience that enables me to influence the children’s lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so thankful for that reminder. I need this reminder daily. I want to remember the reason I chose this profession. I know it can become blurred when you have a student that decides to ruin his life by bringing drugs to school, or takes part in an arson, or kicks a hole in the bathroom wall, or has a makeout session in my classroom. I can go on and on listing several reasons as to why I should not keep this job, but one thing still remains-I have a purpose. The Lord has called me to this place in time for such a time as this. I must remain faithful. In the midst of adversity, with my God, I will prevail...for the sake of these children's lives I must. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAMLOnSNwzA"&gt;YouTube clip&lt;/a&gt; really opened my eyes and also reminded me why I'm teaching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I BELIEVE! I believe in the potential of my students, but do they believe in themselves? How can I help them believe? How can I empower and inspire these young minds to make a difference? How can I show them the love of Christ? Please pray that the Lord will grant me wisdom and direction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-4903717092726760291?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/4903717092726760291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=4903717092726760291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4903717092726760291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4903717092726760291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3435836441472828287</id><published>2008-11-16T09:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:22:06.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Snooze You Lose</title><content type='html'>This school year has been really hard for me. I received a Bachelor's Degree in Bilingual Education PK-4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade in 2005 and I'm teaching 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, Social Studies-World, Texas, American History and Vocabulary. Crazy, uh?!?! I have about 130 students with 4 subjects to prep for each day. So, if you are wondering where I have been or what hole I crawled into...you now know. Please understand me when I say that I love what I do. It has just been a real difficult adjustment. This season of my life has taught me that I have to sacrifice some things and to prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to my best friend &lt;a href="http://thekisers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt; about how I'm so exhausted and the covers seem to weigh a 1,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; pounds in the morning. My eyelids feel like they have been glued shut and I'm in a coma. I can't get up for the life of me. I pray every night for the Lord to wake me so that I can spend time in His word and yet nothing has changed. I have tried just about everything...prayer, 2 alarms, setting my Bible on my alarm clock, setting my alarm clock away from my night stand, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; a faithful roommate. I just couldn't seem to escape the SNOOZE button. In the past 2 years I have acquired about 1 full hour of snooze time each morning. I use to snooze about 5 minutes or less. What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed about this for a while and it finally dawned on me. I can pray about it until I'm blue in the face, but it's not until I put some action into it that I will see results. I mean, if you pray for a job and you don't write a resume or fill out job applications, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;likelihood&lt;/span&gt; of you finding a job is really slim. If you pray for friends, but don't get involved in new activities at Church, the gym, dance classes, cooking classes...will you find them? Bottom line, you must pray and put forth action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt; and I talked about different ways to get me to snap out of it. I think the best thing we came up with is to give my future husband the "So Long Snooze Button" Christmas gift. I'm sure it's a terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; to have when you are married. I can't imagine trying to sleep while my husband's alarm is going off for an entire hour and a half and he won't get up. Why should I make him suffer? I also believe it will help me and my future marriage if I have an established routine that allows me to grow in an intimate relationship with our Lord. So for Christmas, I will be giving up my snooze...from here on out I will no longer be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;snoozer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you snooze you lose, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-3435836441472828287?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3435836441472828287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3435836441472828287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3435836441472828287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3435836441472828287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-snooze-you-lose.html' title='You Snooze You Lose'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-2645223022074393863</id><published>2008-10-16T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:25:00.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailout Plan</title><content type='html'>“It’s extraordinary to me that the United States can find $700 billion to save Wall Street and the entire G8 can’t find $25 billion dollars to save 25,000 children who die every day from preventable diseases.” –Bono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.compassion.com/bailout-plan-for-the-poor/"&gt;http://blog.compassion.com/bailout-plan-for-the-poor/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-2645223022074393863?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/2645223022074393863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=2645223022074393863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/2645223022074393863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/2645223022074393863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/10/bailout-plan.html' title='Bailout Plan'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-5745111076050499930</id><published>2008-09-15T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:52:20.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike didn't take a hike so...</title><content type='html'>We headed to good ole San Antone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ike gave us a great reason to take a fun road-trip to see my long lost brother. As you all know evacuating for Rita was a horrible nightmare, but this time it was not nearly as bad. My roommates, Erin and Jen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caravaned&lt;/span&gt; with my mom and brother, Shawn, all the way to San Antone. We took the long round about way. We picked up Erin in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sugarland&lt;/span&gt; and then went on our way taking 59 South to Highway 90 all the way to I10. It was a little bit frustrating when they kept blocking highway entrances though. It was a smart decision to go out of our way because we missed the traffic, but it added an hour to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt;. We left at 6:30 and arrived in SA at 10:30. Not too shabby, friends! I would also like to add that it's somewhat hilarious that I have celebrated 2 birthdays in my 20's evacuating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, we enjoyed a restful break from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hustle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bustle&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sad that it took Ike to make us stop, be still and appreciate life's blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-5745111076050499930?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/5745111076050499930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=5745111076050499930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5745111076050499930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5745111076050499930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/08/ike-didnt-take-hike-so.html' title='Ike didn&apos;t take a hike so...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-6039314571507765664</id><published>2008-08-05T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:08:39.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Weddings In Twelve Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past year I was extremely blessed to partake in nine of my friends’ weddings. I love seeing how the Lord can bring 2 amazing godly people together and create an awesome team to bring Him glory. I can honestly say that each one of my friends that got married this past year are truly seeking Him. I believe that each one of them can serve the Lord better together than apart. I’m so thankful for my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231067138480684050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJh72NlcPBI/AAAAAAAACzE/pvXWPALy8KA/s320/P1000823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura Sampson and Sean Townsend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 5, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Journey friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231068786504472082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJh9WI87lhI/AAAAAAAACzU/PgV4KNYPiuc/s320/n650725537_1902170_4137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becky Smith and Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 24, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Becky-my best friend since I was 3 years old) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069674816622818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJh-J2LDUOI/AAAAAAAACzc/IFi1gusbmAM/s320/n8327041_45598180_8979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shayna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whiteside&lt;/span&gt; and Andrew Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;March 1, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Journey friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231072573024788258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJiAyi1uXyI/AAAAAAAACz0/l3eUAuFbgLw/s320/pictures%2520131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;America &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lentz&lt;/span&gt; and Logan Warren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;March 29, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Journey friends and 2-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;steppin&lt;/span&gt; buddies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231075475902354930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJiDbg5q1fI/AAAAAAAAC0c/RD3gNURgrkE/s320/n8326501_48005239_5663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kight&lt;/span&gt; and Jeff Spencer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 12, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Journey friends-I wasn't able to attend the Spencer wedding because I was riding in the MS150 bike ride, so I technically didn't attend, but I would like to think I was there in spirit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231074351170464786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJiCaC8sLBI/AAAAAAAAC0M/i9jo_BxP39E/s320/n11902793_31261482_905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stoekel&lt;/span&gt; and Travis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ledford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 10, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Journey friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231448363551536162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJnWkbpJtCI/AAAAAAAAC1M/wNZgbx1Qlm0/s320/n299800256_69435_8159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Karley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mangrum&lt;/span&gt; and Victor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gudalupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 17, 2008 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(knew Karley in college but grew closer through Journey)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231076161049419762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJiEDZRdX_I/AAAAAAAAC1E/5yIGnW5fNg8/s320/July_027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rincon&lt;/span&gt; and Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saavedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;July 5, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(met Emily at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HBU&lt;/span&gt; through education classes and Phi Lamb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240404211769876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SLmn3aIBHkI/AAAAAAAAC5o/Vei4piFkrgE/s320/DSC03707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cady&lt;/span&gt; and Eric Lowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 2, 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mary &amp;amp; I attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FUMC&lt;/span&gt; youth group and later became roommates)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe that's all the weddings I have scheduled for 2008, well unless... I have a special one coming up in January 2009-Mel and David. I'm super excited for them too. It will be a great start for 2009 weddings :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*After catching the bouquet at Becky's wedding and Shayna's wedding I decided to make a fun little game out of all the weddings I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to attend. I thought it would be fun to see how many bouquets I could catch out of the eight I attended. Out of eight weddings I caught 3 bouquets, and was really close to catching 2 others. Well, we shall see if the superstition is true... ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-6039314571507765664?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/6039314571507765664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=6039314571507765664' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6039314571507765664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/6039314571507765664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/08/nine-weddings-in-twelve-months.html' title='Nine Weddings In Twelve Months!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJh72NlcPBI/AAAAAAAACzE/pvXWPALy8KA/s72-c/P1000823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-485429986133686073</id><published>2008-07-29T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:33:11.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep The Shutters Open</title><content type='html'>By faith we eagerly await through the Spirit the righteousness for which we hope. Galations 5:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are times when everything looks very dark to me--so dark that I have to wait before I have hope. Waiting with hope is very difficult, but true patience is expressed when we must even wait for hope. When we see no hint of success yet refuse to despair, when we see nothing but the darkness of night through our window yet keep the shutters open because stars may appear in the sky, and when we have an empty place in our heart yet will not allow it to be filled with anything less than God's best---that is the greatest kind of patience in the universe. It is the story of Job in the midst of the storm, Abraham on the road to Moriah, Moses in the desert of Midian, and the Son of Man in the Garden of Gethsemane. And there is no patience as strong as that which endures because we see "him who is invisible"(Heb. 11:27). It is the kind of patience that waits for hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, You have made waiting beautiful and patience divine. You have taught us that Your will should be accepted simply because it is Your will. You have revealed to us that a person may see nothing but sorrow in his cup yet still be willing to drink it because of a conversation that Your eyes see further than his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, give me Your divine power---the power of Gethsemane. Give me the strength to wait for hope---to look through the window when there are no stars. Even when my joy is gone, give me the strength to stand victoriously in the darkest night to say, "To my heavenly Father, the sun still shines."I will have reached the point of greatest strength once I have learned to wait for hope. Geroge Matheson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be one of the few who walk this earth with the ever present realization---every morning, noon, and night---that the unknown that people call heaven is directly behind those things that are visible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Streams in the Desert, L.B. Cowman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-485429986133686073?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/485429986133686073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=485429986133686073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/485429986133686073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/485429986133686073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-shutters-open.html' title='Keep The Shutters Open'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-8786055178532396783</id><published>2008-07-07T14:18:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:57:59.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Food Crisis</title><content type='html'>I read something the other day that made me think about how I can be more mindful of the world food crisis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray before every meal. Thank the Lord that we have food to eat and pray for those that are starving.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more careful when I say...I'm starving and there is nothing to eat here (as I'm looking in my pantry full of food)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.compassion.com/is-it-really-a-global-food-crisis/"&gt;http://blog.compassion.com/is-it-really-a-global-food-crisis/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-8786055178532396783?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/8786055178532396783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=8786055178532396783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8786055178532396783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8786055178532396783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-food-crisis.html' title='World Food Crisis'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-5296047082815256680</id><published>2008-07-07T14:18:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:00:55.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a lid for every pot</title><content type='html'>Here is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;analogy&lt;/span&gt; to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's someone for everyone...A couple of years ago, I was over at my friend Kelly's and we ere cooking pasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbonatta&lt;/span&gt;-which is not an easy task, by the way-when we realized that we needed a lid for the pasta pot. Well, we looked everywhere but it turned out she didn't have the lid-mate, and to tell the truth, I panicked. Had Grandma lied to me? Had I been building my romantic hopes on a total lie? Then I thought: No, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lid is&lt;/span&gt; probably sitting alone and unused in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; cabinet every once in a while when another lid was dirty, but it never really fit in with the other pots and it knew it. And then it occurred to me-what we as a nation must do is free all of the single lids and pots so that they may find each other and be happy. I said to Kelly: That's what we as single babes have to do, too! Free ourselves from our "cabinets" and get out there and find the lid for our pot! She looked at me kinda weird, but then totally agreed. So, we pit on some lipstick and went out to find our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soul mates&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, we were so excited about our mission that we forgot to turn the pasta off, and now I can't even apply for fire insurance until the year 2050. But I didn't care because we had met so many cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; that night. So remember: If you're a pot you will find your lid one day, or vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;...you know what I mean. Just remember to turn the stove off."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from The Real Rules for Girls By Mindy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Morgenstern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sovereignty!&lt;/span&gt; I trust the Lord will supply the right "lid" at the right time. He is faithful and I trust Him with everything. I will serve Him all my days with or without my "lid". I know that right now I'm able to bring God more glory than I would with my "lid" (if this makes any sense). :D   Or maybe God is the "lid" for some? Humm...what do you think? Is there really someone for everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-5296047082815256680?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/5296047082815256680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=5296047082815256680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5296047082815256680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/5296047082815256680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-lid-for-every-pot.html' title='There&apos;s a lid for every pot'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-767009255015709272</id><published>2008-07-07T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:08:56.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If we had a tail?</title><content type='html'>Okay here is a really random thought...what if people had tails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought came to mind when my roommate's dog, Koby, was not happy with us the other day. I could easily tell that he was not happy because he was not wagging his tail. I told my roommate, wouldn't it be easier if humans had tails? It would make reading people's excitement or lack there of much easier...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-767009255015709272?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/767009255015709272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=767009255015709272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/767009255015709272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/767009255015709272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-we-had-tail.html' title='If we had a tail?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-2854267801924792796</id><published>2008-07-04T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:08:04.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>These past several months have been really tough for me. I have been super busy and really exhausted with &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. I haven't had much time in The Word. I have felt a constant battle going on inside me. I have been feeling lonely, purposeless, depressed, self-absorbed, unmotivated, lazy, and a bad friend; to name a few. I know I have allowed myself to believe satan's lies. I haven't been preparing my armor every morning to go out into battle (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%206:10-18;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;Ephesians 6:10-18&lt;/a&gt;). The lack of armor has caused me to stumble and fall. Glory be to God that I have been redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Lord has a reason for this season of mine. He has been revealing himself to me through this inward struggle. Through diligent time in The Word, I have been able to catch a glimpse of the Lord's glory and be reminded of His grace. I'm trying to be more conscience of identifying the lies that lay before me each and every moment. The lies are more evident because I'm basking in His presence daily. The Truth shall set us free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Lifehouse video explains it so much better than I could ever explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVJqRLU3J0I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVJqRLU3J0I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks brother for sharing this video with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-2854267801924792796?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/2854267801924792796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=2854267801924792796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/2854267801924792796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/2854267801924792796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7417067202793198137</id><published>2008-07-01T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:52:21.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Carded at Kroger</title><content type='html'>Here is a cool way to help out the National MS Society. Get carded at Kroger to help everyone with MS. You can support people with MS every time you shop at Kroger. Print &lt;a href="http://krogerneighbortoneighbor.com/pdf/10000080323.pdf"&gt;the letter &lt;/a&gt;with its barcode and ask your checker to scan it the next time you use your Kroger PlusCard. Your Kroger PlusCard will then be linked with the National MS Society; when you use your Kroger PlusCard, you'll help the Lone Star Chapter earn its share of Kroger's $1 million in annual giving. Unlike Kroger's prior SHARE cards, you only have to get the barcode on this letter scanned once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://krogerneighbortoneighbor.com/pdf/10000080323.pdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7417067202793198137?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7417067202793198137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7417067202793198137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7417067202793198137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7417067202793198137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-carded-at-kroger.html' title='Get Carded at Kroger'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-3263364974336243373</id><published>2008-06-27T21:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:04:13.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darnest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJc2LO_ivJI/AAAAAAAACy8/C32TpyCiZl0/s1600-h/DSC03661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230709058845195410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJc2LO_ivJI/AAAAAAAACy8/C32TpyCiZl0/s320/DSC03661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been such a bitter sweet day. Today was the last day of summer school. I was excited to see it end, but sad to say good-bye to my adorable 4 year olds. Teaching 4 year olds this summer was a great experience. One of my kids asked me, "Maestra porqué tienes una nariz grande?" It made me laugh so hard. Kids really do just say the darnest things. I will miss those oh so cute 4 year olds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-3263364974336243373?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/3263364974336243373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=3263364974336243373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3263364974336243373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/3263364974336243373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids say the darnest things...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SJc2LO_ivJI/AAAAAAAACy8/C32TpyCiZl0/s72-c/DSC03661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7114085387109749880</id><published>2008-06-18T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:02:27.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Enough</title><content type='html'>Nicole Nordeman is by far one of my favorite artists. Her lyrics speak to my soul. I know the Lord has blessed her with the ability to communicate God's voice in her songs. Lately I have been relating to this particular song of hers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small Enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, Great God, be small enough to hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I was crying from the dark of Daniel's den;&lt;br /&gt;And I have asked you once or twice if You would part the sea again.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I do not need a fiery pillar in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to know you're gonna hold me if I start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh great God, be small enough to hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh great God, be close enough to feel You now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been moments when I could not face Goliath on my own.&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget we've march around our share of Jerichos.&lt;br /&gt;But I will not be setting out a fleece for You tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to know that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great God, be close enough to feel You now.&lt;br /&gt;All praise and all the honor be; To the God of ancient mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;Whose every sign and wonder turn the pages of our history.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight my heart is heavy, And I cannot keep from whispering this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Are You there? And I know You could leave writing on the wall that's just for me.&lt;br /&gt;Or send wisdom while I'm sleeping, like in Solomon's sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need the strength of Samson or a chariot in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Want to know that You still know how many hairs are on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Are you small enough? Oh, great God, be small enough to hear me now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Lord can be big enough to answer my prayers and small enough to hear my prayers. The Lord is faithful. Sometimes I think that my prayers went unanswered, when really it was the Lord responding with a "no" or "the time has not yet come". He calls me to ask (John 16:24). I do not have because I do not ask or because I have wrong motives (Matthew 7:7, James 4:2,3) However, I must trust that he will deliver the request in His own time and what is the best for me. Our Father will not give any of us things that will harm us (Matthew 7:10, Luke 11:11). If we delight ourselves in the Lord, then He will give us the desires of our heart, but we must delight in Him first (Psalm 37:4). I'm thankful that I serve a mighty big God who can be small enough to hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicholenordeman.com/media.aspx#"&gt;NicoleNordeman'sWebsite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=19146191"&gt;NicoleNordemanMyspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7114085387109749880?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7114085387109749880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7114085387109749880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7114085387109749880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7114085387109749880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-enough.html' title='Small Enough'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7232196857160543608</id><published>2008-06-16T18:53:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:16:25.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Trippin a.k.a Dad</title><content type='html'>My dad is really something. He is by far one of the corniest men I know. Pop Trippin is what my dad once coined himself to fit in with his cool hip kiddos. We (my brothers and I) all loved the name and it stuck. We love to bring it up on special occasions, like Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for the father I have. The Lord has blessed me with a great dad. He has been a great provider and encourager. He always knew how to stand firm in the midst of adversity. He helped me to fight so many battles and conquer one victory after another. My dad has always believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. He is my biggest cheerleader. My dad truly cares about his children. He always worked hard so that he could provide food, clothing, shelter and education to all his kids. He always showed us he loved us by giving us the things we needed and sometimes the things we wanted. My Dad has played a huge role in establishing a strong spiritual foundation in my life. He was faithful in taking me to church &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday and I found my heavenly Father there. It is amazing how God can use anyone or any situation to bring you to HIM. Thanks dad for being the best dad you knew how to be! Thank you for sacrificing things you wanted for our happiness. I'm so thankful for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Train up a child in the way which he should go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when he is old he will not depart from it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 22:6 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day! I love you daddy, dad, papi, pop trippin, crazy dad, father blogger...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212898972324589474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SFfv_wdn76I/AAAAAAAACYk/CPA_0PdX3jo/s320/DSC03568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212899811966413698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SFfwwoX1a4I/AAAAAAAACYs/DQWjDIajnzk/s320/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7232196857160543608?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7232196857160543608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7232196857160543608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7232196857160543608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7232196857160543608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/06/pop-trippin-aka-dad.html' title='Pop Trippin a.k.a Dad'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SFfv_wdn76I/AAAAAAAACYk/CPA_0PdX3jo/s72-c/DSC03568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7067938329531938737</id><published>2008-06-01T12:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:26:55.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes to be great...</title><content type='html'>What does it really take to be great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Research now shows that the lack of natural talent is irrelevant to great success. The secret? Painful and demanding practice and hard work. What makes Tiger Woods great? What made Berkshire Hathaway (Charts) Chairman Warren Buffett the world's premier investor? We think we know: Each was a natural who came into the world with a gift for doing exactly what he ended up doing. As Buffett told Fortune not long ago, he was "wired at birth to allocate capital." It's a one-in-a-million thing. You've got it - or you don't. Well, folks, it's not so simple. For one thing, you do not possess a natural gift for a certain job, because targeted natural gifts don't exist. You are not a born CEO or investor or chess grandmaster. You will achieve greatness only through an enormous amount of hard work over many years. And not just any hard work, but work of a particular type that's demanding and painful. Buffett, for instance, is famed for his discipline and the hours he spends studying financial statements of potential investment targets. The good news is that your lack of a natural gift is irrelevant - talent has little or nothing to do with greatness. You can make yourself into any number of things, and you can even make yourself great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Geoffrey Colvin, senior editor-at-largeOctober 19 2006: 3:14 PM EDT (Fortune Magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all things are possible with the Lord's strength! (Phil. 4:13)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7067938329531938737?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7067938329531938737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7067938329531938737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7067938329531938737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7067938329531938737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-it-takes-to-be-great.html' title='What it takes to be great...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7548726068263174461</id><published>2008-05-31T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:50:46.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada dia un poquito mas lindo...</title><content type='html'>El tiempo se pasa muy rápido. Los Tripputis de Houston siempre están ocupados haciendo el mundo un poquito mas lindo cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9xX9W_skI/AAAAAAAACX4/uOaaMLZRoWY/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206004350685524546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9xX9W_skI/AAAAAAAACX4/uOaaMLZRoWY/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papi (Dad) todavía esta trabajando muy fuerte en el negocio de Days Optical. En estos últimos meses yo ha realizado que fuerte trabaja mi papa. Durante nuestra juventud mi papa siempre nos daba de todo. El sacrificio que hico era porque quería que todos sus hijos tuviera de todo. Lo más importante que mi papa me dio era una fundación en la fe. El siempre nos llevaba a la iglesia. No podíamos perder un domingo. Yo doy gracias a mi papa por enseñar nos lo mas importante lección de la vida. Yendo a la iglesia cada domingo y participando en el grupo de jóvenes me dio la oportunidad de encontrar a Dios. Si no fue por mi papa, yo no tendría la fe en Dios que tengo hoy. Gracias a Dios por uno de los mejor regalos, mi papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9sr9W_sYI/AAAAAAAACWY/MlAb5E4b088/s1600-h/mOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205999196724769154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9sr9W_sYI/AAAAAAAACWY/MlAb5E4b088/s320/mOM.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama (Mom) también esta trabajando fuerte pero en bienes raises. Ella tiene la personalidad para seguir adelante en este negocio. Mi mama trabaja el negocio muchas horas y llega a la casa para cocinar y cuidar a Miguelito (Shawn Michael) y Bryan. Ella hace de todo. Mi mama es Superwoman. Mi mama siempre ayudo durante mi juventud establecer nuestra fe. Mi mama y papa trabajaron juntos para crear niños que amaron a Dios. Dios me ha dado la mejor mama del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9vvtW_sgI/AAAAAAAACXY/HvWbZl7WcRk/s1600-h/brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206002559684162050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9vvtW_sgI/AAAAAAAACXY/HvWbZl7WcRk/s320/brother.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian (Chris) se movió a San Antonio. Lo extraño mucho. El esta trabajando con su mejor amigo, Nils, en una iglesia que se llama Trinity Baptist Church. El esta trabajando con jóvenes y haciendo graficas y videos para el grupo de jóvenes. El quiere hacer lo para la iglesia y quiere crecer su propio negocio, Entertaining Angels. Yo estoy muy orgullosa de mi hermano mayor. El siempre piensa en su hermanita. Me escribe mensajes por teléfono (text) diciendo que me ama. ¡Ahh...muy cariñoso! Pero en una nota más seria, el ese un hermano perfecto. El me quiere mucho y se nota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SEKyUNW_smI/AAAAAAAACYI/JNwjnk7X7gk/s1600-h/bryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206920179446952546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SEKyUNW_smI/AAAAAAAACYI/JNwjnk7X7gk/s320/bryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryan (Paul) esta trabajando en Ciros, un restaurante Italiano. El le &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gusta trabajar. Bryan siempre fue un gran trabajador, bueno afuera de la casa. Probablemente necesita trabajar más en la casa. Bueno, no puedo decir eso ahora. Mama dice que el esta tratando de ayudar más. Bryan va a empezar tomando clases en agosto. Todavía no sabe que quiere hacer de carera, pero esta mejorado. Bryan tiene un corazón muy grande y siempre esta tratando de ayudar a los demás. Estoy muy orgullosa de mi hermano. El tiene una amiga. Aquí en los Estados Unidos se dice “están hablando.” Eso quiere decir que son amigos pero con orto horario, vamos haber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SEKvoNW_slI/AAAAAAAACYA/OhYXaTayp5s/s1600-h/sHAWN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206917224509452882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SEKvoNW_slI/AAAAAAAACYA/OhYXaTayp5s/s320/sHAWN.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miguelito (Shawn Michael) termino el último día de la escuela secundaria. El esta muy contento con su nuevo trabajo y por un año nuevo en la universidad. Este verano va ha trabajar como un conselor de niños en un campo con la iglesia Baptista de Houston. Le encanta el trabajo mucho. El empieza tomar clases en agosto en la escuela de San Jacinto. Después quiere transferir a otra universidad. El es muy inteligente. Quiere ahorrar dinero este año para ir a la universidad el próximo año. El viernes que viene va a recibir su diploma de la escuela secundaria. Yo estoy muy orgullosa de mi hermanito. El es un hombre con mucho potencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9w99W_sjI/AAAAAAAACXw/GKCGkWyQ3cE/s1600-h/pAULA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206003904008925746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9w99W_sjI/AAAAAAAACXw/GKCGkWyQ3cE/s320/pAULA.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yo (Paulita) estoy muy contenta enseñado en la escuela Amigos por Vida. Este verano voy a enseñar a los niños de cuatro años. Estoy muy emocionada por los meses que viene. Este agosto todavía no se si voy a enseñar cuarto y quinto ciencia o sexto, séptimo, y octavo estudios sociales. Entonces vamos haber que pasa. Yo se que las dos opciones van estar bien. Me encanta estudios sociales pero va hacer mas trabajo enseñado tres grados envés de dos grados. Estoy lista y contenta para el año que viene. Yo se que Dios me va hadar la fuerza que necesito para hacer un impacto grande en la vida de nuestro estudiantes. Todavía no hay un novio. Un día Dios me va ha traer un hombre que le ama a EL y que me ama mi. Siguen orando :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estoy muy orgullosa de mis hermanos y de mis padres. Cada uno estan mejorando el mundo un día a la vece. Gracias a Dios por la familia que me ha dado y por cada bendición me ha concedido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Perdoname si mi español no es tan bueno que digamos. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7548726068263174461?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7548726068263174461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7548726068263174461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7548726068263174461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7548726068263174461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/05/tripputi-clan-update.html' title='Cada dia un poquito mas lindo...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SD9xX9W_skI/AAAAAAAACX4/uOaaMLZRoWY/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-4859641964838404440</id><published>2008-05-10T09:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:09:01.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SCW0wSZxzDI/AAAAAAAACQc/kI6UgbZodKA/s1600-h/Picture+435.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lord has truly blessed me with a wonderful mom. She has sacrificed so much for her children. She has put our needs before her very own. She has loved us with a sacrificial love. She listens to my drama and my life's complaints. She encourages me when I'm sad. She prays for me, challenges me, and believes in me. I have watched my mom overcome so much of life's struggles and she continues to walk mightily. She is an inspiration to me. She is a woman of strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN OF STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape.&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman isn't afraid of anything, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear.&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A strong woman walks surefootedly, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls.&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength wears grace.&lt;br /&gt;A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey, but ...&lt;br /&gt;A woman of strength has faith that in the journey she will become strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, mom! Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SCW0wiZxzEI/AAAAAAAACQk/ZAhQDsk4eIo/s1600-h/Picture+464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198760090830752834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SCW0wiZxzEI/AAAAAAAACQk/ZAhQDsk4eIo/s320/Picture+464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SCW0xCZxzFI/AAAAAAAACQs/FLpn8f2X2h0/s1600-h/Picture+459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198760099420687442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SCW0xCZxzFI/AAAAAAAACQs/FLpn8f2X2h0/s320/Picture+459.jpg" 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/1650573567249093543-4859641964838404440?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/4859641964838404440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=4859641964838404440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4859641964838404440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/4859641964838404440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SCW0wiZxzEI/AAAAAAAACQk/ZAhQDsk4eIo/s72-c/Picture+464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-8230676806690824513</id><published>2008-04-28T17:30:00.054-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:26:50.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BP MS 150</title><content type='html'>So, about 3 weeks ago I rode in the BP MS 150, a 150 mile bike ride from Houston to Austin. This 2 day bike ride wasn't a race, but it did raise money in the race to find the cure for multiple sclerosis, a degenerative disease of the central nervous system. Last year, 13,000 cyclists raised $12.3 million to help 17,000 affected by multiple sclerosis. Researchers are making progress, but the cause and cure are still over the horizon. My good friend Karen struggles with this illness. I wanted to ride this ride for her. She is so wonderful and has blessed me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride was one of the best experiences of my life. The training was ruthless and time consuming, but worth it. I would spend some week nights attending spin class and every weekend riding around Houston. The majority of my training lacked hills and strong winds, which did not prepare me for what was to come. I was blessed to ride this ride with some of my good friends, Dinah, Lindsey, and Annie (and my new friend Scott-Linds' dad). We all rode the ride at different paces, which meant for a good long while I rode by myself. The Lord spoke volumes to me during this time of solitude. Let me preface the following with...there were tons of hills, 20 to 25 mph head winds and many more miles ahead of me than I had trained for. As I was riding, the Lord gave me strength when I was weak and comforted me when I was lonely. He whispered words of encouragement throughout the entire ride. He reminded me of this particular scripture,"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize." 1 Corinthians 9:24-27. Through my experience I have come to understand this scripture on a new level. I understand what kind of training is needed for a race like this and the kind of training that is needed for life itself. I heard Him say to me so clearly, "Ride in such a way as to get the prize and even though you have trained there will be obstacles, keep riding." There were so many times where I wanted to just give up, but I kept hearing Him say, "I'm your strength when you are weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was riding about 7 mph up the steep hills, I couldn't help but think of the hills, sometimes mountains, we face in life. It's stinkin hard! The hills looked so scary, steep, and never-ending. The Lord reminded me that He is near during the scary times in my life. He is my strength and my helper. He will definitely get me to the other side (the down hill slope). Oh, how I prayed for those down hill slopes. I knew if I could just experience a down hill slope it would keep me going and give me enough strength to get through the next hill. I remember the cool fresh breeze blowing gently on my face as I rode 30 mph down the hill. The joy that overcame me was equivalent to how I feel when I experience "great" times in my life. The Lord blesses me with down hill slopes, the times where I feel like things are good between me, God and others. He told me that I need to embrace the good times and be ready for the tough times because they are inevitable. Throughout the entire ride He proved to be present. He also taught me that it's not so much about the destination, but about the journey. So many times I would pray to God asking Him to just get me to the next rest stop. My goal was to ride the entire way without any aid (SAG van). This goal became a little bit blurred as I rode against these obstacles. However, I knew that I could make it with God's strength, so I kept riding. The Lord whispered words of encouragement once again, "guard your heart through your mind." My heart and body felt like giving up because of the gigantic obstacles, but my mind reminded me of God's promises..."I'm your strength when you are weak (Psalm 105:4, Isaiah 40:29, Isaiah 41:10)." I clung to His promises to get me through this tough seemingly endless journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you were too weak? Or have you ever felt like you just couldn't get yourself out of a pit? What do you do once you know you are weak and in a pit? Do you cling to God's promises when the tough times arise? Do you focus on the destination or the journey? God definitely has a plan for our lives here on earth. Embrace the journey and cling to His promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do you not know? Have you not heard? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The LORD is the everlasting God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Creator of the ends of the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will not grow tired or weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his understanding no one can fathom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gives strength to the weary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and increases the power of the weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and young men stumble and fall; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but those who hope in the LORD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will renew their strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will run and not grow weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will walk and not be faint." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196188501639700914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByR6WI0IbI/AAAAAAAACEA/36YIJC7ATgI/s320/P1010640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Annie, Dinah, Linds, Scott and me in La Grange &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByR6mI0IcI/AAAAAAAACEI/e1ZX5Eh2v0A/s1600-h/P1010635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196188505934668226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByR6mI0IcI/AAAAAAAACEI/e1ZX5Eh2v0A/s320/P1010635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here we are stopping for lunch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByR62I0IdI/AAAAAAAACEQ/2TcEpy6C3aA/s1600-h/P1010642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196188510229635538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByR62I0IdI/AAAAAAAACEQ/2TcEpy6C3aA/s320/P1010642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me &amp;amp; Dinah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByNeGI0IYI/AAAAAAAACDo/OIObl5Efy1k/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196183618261885314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByNeGI0IYI/AAAAAAAACDo/OIObl5Efy1k/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seconds from the finish line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196194192471368210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByXFmI0IhI/AAAAAAAACEw/o279fzcfJgA/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my "little" brother Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(my brother Chris,made our jerseys-Ride Like There is No Tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196183622556852642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByNeWI0IaI/AAAAAAAACD4/nIRlQq69gkM/s320/P1010658.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We finished strong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-8230676806690824513?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/8230676806690824513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=8230676806690824513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8230676806690824513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/8230676806690824513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/04/bp-ms-150.html' title='BP MS 150'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPWLngG4WwY/SByR6WI0IbI/AAAAAAAACEA/36YIJC7ATgI/s72-c/P1010640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650573567249093543.post-7239315553637911212</id><published>2008-04-23T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:14:11.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Over</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have decided to cross over into the blog world. I have been fighting this for too long. I'm not much of a writer, but I have decided to overcome this fear because I believe my reasons for starting this blog are bigger. First off, I would like the purpose of this blog to be a vehicle to communicate with my family in San Antonio, Argentina and Venezuela. Long distance relationships are so hard to maintain. I strongly feel that this is a great tool to keep us close.  I would also love to share my heart, my life, and my harships with others. I know that the Lord is at work in me, around me and through me. I pray that this would be a place where He shines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650573567249093543-7239315553637911212?l=paulatripputi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/feeds/7239315553637911212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650573567249093543&amp;postID=7239315553637911212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7239315553637911212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650573567249093543/posts/default/7239315553637911212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulatripputi.blogspot.com/2008/04/crossing-over.html' title='Crossing Over'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15711002335322540360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMP7nTlnLis/TeLaEgo8faI/AAAAAAAAFns/fGo5jUWKUHU/s220/IMG_2698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
