<?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-1267418119208789973</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:45:56.828-07:00</updated><category term='by Point of Grace'/><title type='text'>Katie's Thoughts and Ideas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-295210295481348339</id><published>2011-05-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:06:15.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m.e. expressing: Writing Realism</title><content type='html'>Check out this blog!!! &lt;a href="http://meexpressing.blogspot.com/2011/05/writing-realism.html"&gt;m.e. expressing: Writing Realism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-295210295481348339?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/295210295481348339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-expressing-writing-realism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/295210295481348339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/295210295481348339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-expressing-writing-realism.html' title='m.e. expressing: Writing Realism'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-6091960713811178195</id><published>2010-01-01T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:12:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wow&lt;/strong&gt; what a year. My time has been so taken up that I haven't even been on the internet for at least a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was memorable for many reasons; mainly that most of my Christmas was outside of Christmas Day. My family and I held our very first Christmas party three weeks before Christmas. My Aunt's Christmas at her house was the Sunday before the 25th and my Grandfather's Christmas at his house in Oklahoma took place the 29th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I will never forget this past year and the surprises it held for me. My favorite one of these was the gift of a white Christmas. I had actually prayed for a white Christmas but, in my ignorance, didn't believe it would actually happen. My mom told me when I told her this, that if I pray for something I need to fully believe that God can make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;This Holiday season didn't come without it's down sides, though. The day before we were planned to leave for Oklahoma my dad got sick. We weren't sure but that it might be some kind of the flu. We ended up leaving only a day after we were supposed to...without Dad. He didn't want to hinder us from going, so he sent us without him. We ended up having a fun time there anyway; that is, until I started feeling bad. I woke up the first morning with only a slightly scratchy throat. Hot Apple Cider solved helped make that feel better. But the next morning my sore throat was accompanied by a small caugh. Because caughing was one of the symptoms that my dad had, my mom was especially worried. We left that day.&lt;br /&gt;Because I wasn't feeling well, I feared that I would notbe able to go to the annual New Years Eve party at my church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-6091960713811178195?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/6091960713811178195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/6091960713811178195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/6091960713811178195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-7658992094392300046</id><published>2009-11-21T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:33:22.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all Over!</title><content type='html'>Ecc is over. That takes away half of my school work and leaves me without half of my friends. I am going to miss my peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-7658992094392300046?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/7658992094392300046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/7658992094392300046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/7658992094392300046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-over.html' title='It&apos;s all Over!'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-2177204877599242708</id><published>2009-11-18T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:47:36.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Point of Grace'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Great Divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse #1: &lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes we don't see eye to eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we don't agree, we don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Jesus prayed that we'd be one;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so for the sake of God's own son can we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;put away our&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bitterness, lay down our pride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's time we start turning the tide!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus: &lt;/strong&gt;Shall we gather at the River of Forgiveness? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come together at the Waters of Love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flowing like a fountain from the Mercy Giver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall we gather at the River?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse #2: &lt;/strong&gt;We have all made enemies of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ones were called by Christ to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's redeption at the river side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water's deep, the water is wide;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it can wash away our bitterness, the current is strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we've been out in the desert too long!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge: &lt;/strong&gt;We can wade into the middle where the healing waters flow;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It only takes a little to heal a wounded soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will only bring us closer than we've ever been before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just what Jesus was prayin' for!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus#2: &lt;/strong&gt;Come together!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall we gather at the River of Forgiveness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come together at the Waters of Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flowin' like a fountain from the Mercy Giver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall we gather, gather at the river?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come together at the waters of Love;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flowin' like a fountain from the Mercy Giver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall we gather at the River?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gather at the River (repeat 4 times). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;~by Point of Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-2177204877599242708?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/2177204877599242708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/2177204877599242708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/2177204877599242708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-song.html' title='My Favorite Song'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-2866999956175293519</id><published>2009-10-24T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:22:55.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsN_mNcGnpk/SuNEudOHlkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z_2H3vwCc8w/s1600-h/aaDSC06231-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsN_mNcGnpk/SuNEudOHlkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z_2H3vwCc8w/s320/aaDSC06231-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396232343428503106" 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/1267418119208789973-2866999956175293519?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/2866999956175293519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/2866999956175293519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/2866999956175293519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='This Is Me!'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsN_mNcGnpk/SuNEudOHlkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z_2H3vwCc8w/s72-c/aaDSC06231-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-3343826387948552658</id><published>2009-10-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:33:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Failed Resolve</title><content type='html'>Well, my resolve to stay healthy has failed. I didn't get sick the night after I left you last, but I got sick the night afterward. I started getting sick around 2am and didn't get to stop until around 6:30. I pretty much slept the whole next day. While I was still recovering, my Dad also got sick. So, to confirm a point already made, my whole family has now been sick. Luckily, my being sick didn't hinder me from playing in my home volleyball game (we won by the way). But now I'm sitting on my couch with congestion in my chest, no voice from a previous volleyball game, a stopped up nose, and our church's Fall Festival (Festibration) this Sunday. What's worse is the booth that I'm in charge of is a face-painting booth; that means that I'll be in lots of kids faces. My mom says that if my congestion doesn't go away, I'll go dressed up like a doctor so that I can cover my mouth with a face mask. I'm hoping that that won't be necessary, but I can say from experience that it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-3343826387948552658?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/3343826387948552658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-failed-resolve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/3343826387948552658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/3343826387948552658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-failed-resolve.html' title='My Failed Resolve'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-7214650598329119147</id><published>2009-10-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:01:45.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sickening Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend was an interesting one, to say the least. I mentioned in my last post that I went to the state fair with my dad and one of my twin sisters. While we were having fun (and sweating off our sanity) the other twin was lying in bed, weak from her previous night's stomach virus. She had been up from 2am Thursday morning until 6:30am emptying her stomach. Poor girl! Her stomach was so empty that she had absolutely no appetite that whole day.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from ECC (that's our morning co-op) on Friday afternoon, my sister was feeling much better. She still didn't eat very much, but she was much stronger. That night, though, my mom got sick with the same thing. I think the virus hit her harder than it hit my sister. I felt so bad for my mom. She was shut up in her room all day because she didn't want to get any of the rest of us sick. But even when the next day came around and strength returned to Mom, the virus had not finished it's cunning work. On Saturday night, it was the other twin's turn to get hit with it. (It's almost as if the virus had planned this, but my biology teacher says that viruses don't have brains.) For fear of spreading the virus to anyone else, my whole family stayed home from church on Sunday. (All except my brother who is in college. We missed seeing him there!) Even I stayed home, just in case. All day yesterday I was thinking to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if I don't get sick tonight, I most likely won't get sick at all!&lt;/span&gt; Oh, how I wish that that might be true. But I am as well as ever,(except for a little hunger pains- I haven't had any breakfast yet) and my dad hasn't gotten sick either. But the danger is by no means over. Please keep my family in prayer. Pray for strength for those recovering and strong immune systems for those well. TTYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-7214650598329119147?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/7214650598329119147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/sickening-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/7214650598329119147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/7214650598329119147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/sickening-weekend.html' title='A Sickening Weekend'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-8067966018684452745</id><published>2009-10-09T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:35:39.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scene From Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the most memorable day of my life for a couple of reasons. First off I went to the State Fair. It was awesome! I went with my dad and one of my twin sisters. We were there from 12:30 to 8:30. But the fair itself wasn't what I was interested in sharing about. it was what happened afterward. &lt;/div&gt;We were on our way home when this car (drunk driver?) came zooming around us, going 80 on a 65mph highway bridge. luckily he missed us, but only by a hair. The car in front of us wasn't so lucky. The speeding car ran into the back right wheel of the car in front of us and pushed her into the railing on the left-hand side of the highway. The fast driver then bounced off his innocent victim, lost control, and ran in front of the other car who created leverage to turn the car sideways. The victim maneuvered herself over to the right shoulder and kind of stalled half way in that protective zone. My Dad had slowed down to avoid getting caught in the accident and had pulled over to call 911 and see if the woman was hurt. While he had gotten out of the car and was checking on the woman, my sister and I waited in the car, feeling both the bridge and the car shake every time a car passed by next to us. We ended up getting out just in case someone didn't see our white car with bright flashing lights sitting on the shoulder. The woman turned out to be okay. She wasn't able to get out of her door, though, because it had been smashed in. My dad gave her his card. He told us later that it was by accident that he took that road. That's a God thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing my sister would say was, "Wow, God is good! God is good!" I say 'amen' to that, sister. she even started singing a song about. what I found cool was that my ten-year-old sister recognized the hand of God even in such drastic circumstances. I just felt that someone reading this blog might like some real excitement in it. Please enjoy and relish it because my life isn't this exciting every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-8067966018684452745?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/8067966018684452745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/scene-from-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/8067966018684452745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/8067966018684452745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/10/scene-from-thursday.html' title='A Scene From Thursday'/><author><name>C. Kay Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379094595321528729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6nsq09WU7Y/TdwrHONBwDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKZrxdm6Xu0/s220/_MG_9545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267418119208789973.post-2570462225364322141</id><published>2009-09-18T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:07:34.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Katie!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my town! If you want to know about me, this is where you should go. I like to write, so sorry if I get carried away. I love volleyball. After all, its the only sport so far that I haven't quit on. But seriously, I do love it. Like I've already said, I love to read, so that's covered. another thing I like to do is play computer and video games. Nancy Drew mysteries are an all time favorite in my family (they are computer games as well as books, FYI). my current preference for video games is the Incredibles' PS2 game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267418119208789973-2570462225364322141?l=katiee14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/feeds/2570462225364322141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-about-katie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/2570462225364322141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267418119208789973/posts/default/2570462225364322141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiee14.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-about-katie.html' title='All About Katie!'/><author><name>C. 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