<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 05:32:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Stepping over the divide</title><description>Trying to figure it out.</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-1787099434029289359</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T20:06:14.672-07:00</atom:updated><title>Betsey Reed</title><description>Have you ever Googled  yourself and thought that the links that come up are you in an alternate life? Please excuse the misspelling of the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rubbishbyroan.blogspot.com/2008/06/betsey-reed-festival.html"&gt;For example&lt;/a&gt; I had to laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-1787099434029289359?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/08/betsey-reed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-6191110022180238000</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 09:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T02:21:54.916-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chai.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoGpp-nP6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cI8G68qnsuc/s1600-h/S6300840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoGpp-nP6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cI8G68qnsuc/s320/S6300840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348594820168761250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoF_p7jyeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GhEyux5yJF8/s1600-h/S6300822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoF_p7jyeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GhEyux5yJF8/s320/S6300822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348594098601445858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoFSlK0nDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fc8Z10oCJjk/s1600-h/S6300676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoFSlK0nDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fc8Z10oCJjk/s320/S6300676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348593324229172274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoEo6c4CzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jMk8KDMpIJE/s1600-h/S6300533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoEo6c4CzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jMk8KDMpIJE/s320/S6300533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348592608387533618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Kenya for almost three weeks. For details on this trip you can go to the blog me and fink  made for the trip. &lt;a href="http://oursummerinafrica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oursummerinafrica.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Fink is doing the updates, so you know. She is more detailed so there is more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above our some pictures so far in the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-6191110022180238000?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/06/chai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SjoGpp-nP6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cI8G68qnsuc/s72-c/S6300840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-2673346432205772021</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T23:17:09.252-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thoughts on the topic of Africa</title><description>I am leaving in two days for Nairobi, Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;If you would keep me in your prayers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-2673346432205772021?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-topic-of-africa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-216353867926680536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T08:55:04.175-07:00</atom:updated><title>Papers.</title><description>I wish they would leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-216353867926680536?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/04/papers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-4775328798118196236</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T21:22:32.003-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jesus aka Pepsi</title><description>I was sitting in a coffee shop today, when i overheard someone say that Jesus is the Pepsi of religion. I found it very interesting. I would love to hear what you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-4775328798118196236?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesus-aka-pepsi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-4962881824145622363</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T21:20:02.327-07:00</atom:updated><title>Is it wrong I find this really funny?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/ScMZSF6lJhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AxGU8yIoW_U/s1600-h/505-tee_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/ScMZSF6lJhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AxGU8yIoW_U/s320/505-tee_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315119783843538450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Our nations number one killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-4962881824145622363?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-wrong-i-find-this-really-funny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/ScMZSF6lJhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AxGU8yIoW_U/s72-c/505-tee_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-8850773219264123086</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 21:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T10:14:46.595-07:00</atom:updated><title>I want it.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb7LXhqpgPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ecx96kepZGk/s1600-h/168689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb7LXhqpgPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ecx96kepZGk/s320/168689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313908215378444530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.threadless.com/product/1525/Pollock?utm_medium=ExactTarget&amp;amp;utm_campaign=March-16-2009_031609+Monday+Newsletter&amp;amp;utm_source=031609+Monday+Newsletter"&gt;Please.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-8850773219264123086?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb7LXhqpgPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ecx96kepZGk/s72-c/168689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-798079975727752373</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T15:02:08.079-07:00</atom:updated><title>This is going to stretch me.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb16ECPwBDI/AAAAAAAAAME/Apc8DSSvkv4/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb16ECPwBDI/AAAAAAAAAME/Apc8DSSvkv4/s320/Photo0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537345108050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb15tSRPKrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ND7LdloASl4/s1600-h/Photo0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb15tSRPKrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ND7LdloASl4/s320/Photo0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313536954272262834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&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/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb15yjHGWRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IKOjttTHRzw/s1600-h/Photo0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb15yjHGWRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IKOjttTHRzw/s320/Photo0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537044692490514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portfolio.com/images/feeds/blogs/12-helen-frankenthaler-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.portfolio.com/images/feeds/blogs/12-helen-frankenthaler-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it should kinda look like.&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/8612479461322874039-798079975727752373?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-going-to-streach-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/Sb16ECPwBDI/AAAAAAAAAME/Apc8DSSvkv4/s72-c/Photo0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-4605121813608984659</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T15:18:07.064-08:00</atom:updated><title>The reason for the wheel.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.elibridge.com/companyhistory.html"&gt;http://www.elibridge.com/companyhistory.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this Ferris wheel my whole life. I finally decided to figure out why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-4605121813608984659?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-for-wheel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-3023101750641502185</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T15:23:57.515-08:00</atom:updated><title>Jess' password.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://jesshaley.blogspot.com/"&gt;●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-3023101750641502185?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2009/01/jess-password.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-329625829724832794</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T21:11:03.881-08:00</atom:updated><title>Prayer.</title><description>Lord give me the strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-329625829724832794?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-1412491189552168293</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T18:48:43.012-08:00</atom:updated><title>Homework.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN62BBu6II/AAAAAAAAAK4/TyTcCwIYO3A/s1600-h/Photojournalist-Julie-Denesha-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN62BBu6II/AAAAAAAAAK4/TyTcCwIYO3A/s320/Photojournalist-Julie-Denesha-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270191057360840834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN6xZO7QwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wW9yoDbFjTU/s1600-h/East+German+soldier,Conrad+Schumann,+assigned2shoot+people+trying2+breach+wall+2+escape2West+Germany,decided+2leap2freedom+himself15aug61s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN6xZO7QwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wW9yoDbFjTU/s320/East+German+soldier,Conrad+Schumann,+assigned2shoot+people+trying2+breach+wall+2+escape2West+Germany,decided+2leap2freedom+himself15aug61s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270190977959281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN6t4yCZoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3HTb1qvN9-o/s1600-h/Boy+selling+Coca-Cola+at+Roadside,+Atlanta.+Georgia,+1936by+alfred+eisenstaedt.s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN6t4yCZoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3HTb1qvN9-o/s320/Boy+selling+Coca-Cola+at+Roadside,+Atlanta.+Georgia,+1936by+alfred+eisenstaedt.s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270190917708572290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN6qYJYHII/AAAAAAAAAKg/EF6AKskDSvY/s1600-h/Alfred+Eisenstaedt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN6qYJYHII/AAAAAAAAAKg/EF6AKskDSvY/s320/Alfred+Eisenstaedt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270190857408486530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework in photography this week  asked me to look pictures up on my topic of Photojournalism. Here are a few pictures I really liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-1412491189552168293?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/11/homework.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SSN62BBu6II/AAAAAAAAAK4/TyTcCwIYO3A/s72-c/Photojournalist-Julie-Denesha-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-1775351987421822832</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T16:36:53.849-08:00</atom:updated><title>Blug.</title><description>I don't like that growing in my faith involves my brain hurting so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-1775351987421822832?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/11/blug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-599728414157517881</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-25T15:01:54.213-07:00</atom:updated><title>Saturday nothingness</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SQOVE6lI1iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rDtn8Nu0sns/s1600-h/me+and+jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SQOVE6lI1iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rDtn8Nu0sns/s320/me+and+jess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261212701375911458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love starting Saturday mornings  with nothing to do. Even better when roommates also have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Jess and I decided to bake today. We baked a plum pie. If you have never had plum pie you should as soon as possible. I made this noodle chicken thing. It was pretty good. Anyway after we were done cooking, Kara came over and we had a wonderful dinner at 3. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Picture- We share a camera with our friend Jared for photography, anyway he was on the way up to get the camera and Jess and I decided to leave a picture for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-599728414157517881?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-nothingness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SQOVE6lI1iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rDtn8Nu0sns/s72-c/me+and+jess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-3642275923624892616</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-18T18:59:33.779-07:00</atom:updated><title>Complementary colors</title><description>Spiced Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Bayfront palm&lt;br /&gt;Celadon Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the colors of my room:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-3642275923624892616?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/10/complementary-colors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-8952490496042593676</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T10:48:18.048-07:00</atom:updated><title>1:44 a.m.</title><description>The things I think about at 1:44 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;1. How am I going to get through this week?&lt;br /&gt;2. Will Fink and I find somewhere for our internship/are we allowing God to lead us to where he want us to go?&lt;br /&gt;3. Should I take the position? * if I do, I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; on here later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers and i am left with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; in knots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-8952490496042593676?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/10/142-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-8389780040999568536</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-29T21:06:55.697-07:00</atom:updated><title>Trying to capture the beauty.</title><description>I spent two hours in the gullies yesterday. It amazes me how beautiful the world is. I am sad to say that this is the first time i have been out this year. Odd I am  usually out more than that by this time in the year. I am in a photography class this semester. I am really enjoying it. Although most of the time I unsure how to fully use the camera, I think i am getting a few good shots. But who i am to say, I by no means really knows that what the perfect picture looks like. It was really nice to lose myself out there. Anyway here a couple ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SOGi4Hkb0hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RpaHZOGauA8/s1600-h/Light+Pictures+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SOGi4Hkb0hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RpaHZOGauA8/s400/Light+Pictures+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251657725478949394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SOGj-xECZ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OgmBm4RWlPA/s1600-h/Color2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SOGj-xECZ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OgmBm4RWlPA/s400/Color2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251658939208197954" 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/8612479461322874039-8389780040999568536?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-to-capture-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SOGi4Hkb0hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RpaHZOGauA8/s72-c/Light+Pictures+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-2586702406453098830</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T23:00:41.605-07:00</atom:updated><title>I like them.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SNM_8_9vu0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cwUSSzavdyg/s1600-h/calvin_hobbes_640_480.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SNM_8_9vu0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cwUSSzavdyg/s400/calvin_hobbes_640_480.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247608308011875138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="HcCDpe"&gt;&lt;span class="lDACoc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-2586702406453098830?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SNM_8_9vu0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cwUSSzavdyg/s72-c/calvin_hobbes_640_480.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-4425111491425742638</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T21:50:07.025-07:00</atom:updated><title>I feel like...</title><description>all I have been doing for the past week has been reading. My eyes are starting to hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-4425111491425742638?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-1488084422714107876</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T14:35:19.892-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Absolutely I do."</title><description>My mom and I have succesfully become addicted to the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-1488084422714107876?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/08/absolutely-i-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-1957521475730857417</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-07T10:26:33.402-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ingredients for a 21st  Birthday.</title><description>1. codeine-painkiller: a white crystalline drug derived from opium &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(really?)&lt;/span&gt;, but milder in action, used as a painkiller and to relieve coughing.  This was a gift from God. I got my Wisdom teeth out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt; with my mother, Compete with Goodwill and a Cherry limeade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Making the coolest record bowls ever.&lt;br /&gt;  I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;      Turn oven to bake at 350 and place old record onto pizza pan.&lt;br /&gt;      Bake for a 1 1/2 min.&lt;br /&gt;      Take out and place in slightly smaller bowl. push down into shape of bowl...result, Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;4. sleeping a whole lot.:)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-1957521475730857417?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingredients-for-21-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-111508794740422322</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T21:14:45.022-07:00</atom:updated><title>Trust me</title><description>9 down 1 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my internship ends this week. In most cases being gone for 10 week people  would be excited to be going home. I on the other hand am at a loss. I am happy for the break, but i will miss everyone terribly. At the beginning of the summer i was somewhat nervous. This has been the first time that I have been "on my own". I knew no one 9 weeks ago and now I feel like i am leaving my family. I wish sometimes that all of my friends lived in the same place, i know that is not possible but it is a nice thought. I have one more week of mission indy and then my parents will be picking me up taking me back to IL. This past week was my last week at Horizon house. The overall experience was wonderful. God has taught me a lot. I know i was there 20 days but i feel in that time i have become a different person. I saw the love and compassion God has for his people. Helping at Horizon house has been has helped me to see that there is something we can do to help people. The meaning of the Good Samaritan. I by no mean have been the good Samaritan but i have seen what is to be one. Giving your all to help your brother/sister in Christ. I never expected to see the fruits of my labor there. My goal was to love them as God would. But on the last day, John, one of our neighbors, came up to me and showed me his ticket stub. It showed me that he has gotten a job that we had looked up together. It amazes me how God works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking of this one of my favorite songs  Trust Me  by the fray kept playing over in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;Alone and I'm in between&lt;br /&gt;The place that I'm from and the place that I'm in&lt;br /&gt;A city I never been&lt;br /&gt;I found a friend or should I say a foe&lt;br /&gt;Said there's just a few things you should know&lt;br /&gt;We don't want you to see we come and we go&lt;br /&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're only taking turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Holding this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how it's always been&lt;br /&gt;When you're older you will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say who I know it just goes to show&lt;br /&gt;You need me less than I need you&lt;br /&gt;But take it from me we don't give sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You can trust me trust nobody&lt;br /&gt;But I said you and me we don't have honesty&lt;br /&gt;The things we don't want to speak&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get out but I never will&lt;br /&gt;This traffic is perfectly still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're only taking turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Holding this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how it's always been&lt;br /&gt;When you're older you will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again maybe you don't&lt;br /&gt;And then again maybe you won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're older you might understand&lt;br /&gt;When you're older you might understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus is what gets to me. We have been called to help our brothers/sister with everything. And we only have one turn to do it. I just hoping that i am not messing it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-111508794740422322?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/07/trust-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-8487952043047398017</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T22:18:18.806-07:00</atom:updated><title>My 4th</title><description>My fourth consisted of&lt;br /&gt;A.  4 hours at the Indianapolis Art Institute.&lt;br /&gt;    People to look up (Last names, in order taken from my map):&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.treadwaygallery.com/ONLINECATALOGS/JUNE2005/images/1239.jpg"&gt;Hardrick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2. &lt;a href="http://artroots.com/art/melchers3.jpg"&gt;Melchers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        3.&lt;a href="http://www.carolinebell.com/gallery_files/image009.jpg"&gt;Bell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        4.&lt;a href="http://www.hydecollection.org/img/coll-2/Homer_Good-One-Adirondacks2.jpg"&gt;Homer  &lt;/a&gt;Really like him&lt;br /&gt;        5.&lt;a href="http://www.tfaoi.com/am/16am/16am191.jpg"&gt;Thayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        6&lt;a href="http://www.imamuseum.org/explore/artwork/1057?"&gt;.Kuitca&lt;/a&gt; This looks red but closer it a huge map, really cool.&lt;br /&gt;        7.&lt;a href="http://www.pem.org/img/db/266.jpg"&gt;Benson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        8.  &lt;a href="http://www.imamuseum.org/explore/artwork/9607?"&gt;T.C. Steele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        9. &lt;a href="http://www.impressionistartprints.com/N%20-%20R%20Images/2363-Reid-A%20Summers%20Day%20in%20the%20Flower%20Garden.jpg"&gt;Robert Reid&lt;/a&gt; same name as my gpa&lt;br /&gt;               10. &lt;a href="http://www.imamuseum.org/explore/artwork/966?"&gt;Duran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        11.&lt;a href="http://www.imamuseum.org/explore/artwork/1720?"&gt;Colyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               13.&lt;a href="http://www.imamuseum.org/explore/artwork/32749?"&gt;fitton&lt;/a&gt; What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Near death experience (almost got hit by a firework)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-8487952043047398017?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/07/1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-8967521478017288030</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T21:39:40.364-07:00</atom:updated><title>In Response,</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today marks the end of two weeks helping in the employment center.  I am starting to get the hang of things around here. The first week was somewhat hard. My Job is to help the neighbors with their resume. So that means I answer &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a lot of questions about the computer and running back and forth trying to correct the countless grammar mistakes I did the night before.  Most of the time I feel useless. That is starting to wear off though. I am starting to get to know the staff. At first they didn't really talk to me being that I was a volunteer.  I am sure that they have hundreds of volunteers walk in there a year. So after the fourth day they figured out I was coming back and that I did care and was not there because I needed some hours. The work is a little much. It is not hard but it not as fun as I would like. But that is not the point of my time there. I have to say though it can be difficult. I work in the room with no windows, and starting at a computer screen all day. By the end of the day I find myself standing outside apologizing for neglecting it all day.&lt;br /&gt;I am growing quite a bit. I am not sure in what ways but I know it is there. I said it before most of the time I am not much help. Sometimes though there are glimpses of what it is I am trying to do. My goal to help them get a job, most of the people I work with have no idea how to even turn a computer on. Most of the day I am telling them for the 5th time step by step where to go. I think that anywhere else I would get impatient. I have to wonder “ Is there a place that they could go to learn the basics to survive in this world that is slowly being taken over by technology?” Today I helped a man submit 4 resumes and the directions to another. My prayer is that for a moment he sees that people have not forgotten him that he does matter. This opportunity has allowed me to open my eyes and make an effort. I am continually hearing God tell me that people do matter. I just hope that I can give them what they deserve. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It is funny God works, this summer I came to learn and grow. I was not expecting a lot, but God has provided everything. He keeps reminding me that he is watching out for me and I am not along in this city. The other day I was thinking about how I wished I had a volunteer key, everything is locked and hate asking every time I need something. The other thing was my eye was burning like crazy and I wanted saline solution. Not a second later I walked into the bathroom and found a key and solution. He boggles my mind sometime. On top of that my host family is wonderful. I have nothing to offer them yet they give everything. I only wish that when the time comes that I will do the same. I feel at home here but I guess that is what God intended. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8612479461322874039-8967521478017288030?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-response.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612479461322874039.post-3290849537450248834</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-15T21:53:34.114-07:00</atom:updated><title>Teal tights</title><description>We just finished our first week of Mission Indy. It was great. It was a lot easier than i expected. I work with a couple of the other interns at a church in the city. I group from Neoga IL came and helped us put on a VBS.  It was really cool because some of the people in the group knew where Winchester was. Small world.  We also worked on the church, so i did a lot of paint scraping and painting.Oh the joy. For the VBS weeks my friend Joey and I wake up the groups with a workout every morning. The song list includes, Jump on it, ice ice baby, safety dance just to name a few. I have been here 3 weeks and so far it has been a complete blessing. It is going to be hard to say goodbye at the end of the summer. We went to see The Happening. I was very disappointed. well, i will go into more detail when i am not so tired..... here are some pictures. 1. Is a picture of the interns .2.  i am the pretty pretty princess. 3. Joey and I  waking  people ups...yes those are teal tights.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxSmXFJQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rOLcGrrcZYE/s1600-h/n661333527_668152_9085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxSmXFJQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rOLcGrrcZYE/s400/n661333527_668152_9085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212337445588509954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxaNNBSjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mymWsQVvCGY/s1600-h/n661333527_668232_7741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxaNNBSjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mymWsQVvCGY/s400/n661333527_668232_7741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212337576274381362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxiYpPxKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5_uMEQbK6yA/s1600-h/n661333527_668198_6598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxiYpPxKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5_uMEQbK6yA/s400/n661333527_668198_6598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212337716784514210" 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/8612479461322874039-3290849537450248834?l=betsyereid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://betsyereid.blogspot.com/2008/06/teal-tights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Betsye)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VaRWx8wOZA/SFXxSmXFJQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rOLcGrrcZYE/s72-c/n661333527_668152_9085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>