<?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-5817177577429151410</id><updated>2011-06-22T08:35:13.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elizabeth's journey...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-1641259856360256454</id><published>2011-06-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:33:48.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>Today we woke up and went to Panera and then the pool at Eddie's parent's house. They have a beautiful home! We laid out for awhile and watched Leah play around in the pool. She is such a cutie and can entertain herself for hours. She was doing all different voices. Em and I were cracking up. After we laid out for awhile we went inside and watched a movie while dozing off. We were all exhausted because we end up talking until 2 a.m. each night. (We also got to meet Eddie's mom and sister, Erin...it was nice to meet them and get to know them a little.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Eddie's parent's house, we went back to Eddie and Brenda's house to get ready for dinner. They wanted to take us to this restaurant called JP Morgans, yet the wait was forever long. When you have kids, you can't afford to wait for longer than 30 min. We were all hungry and just wanted to eat. We ended up going to Ted's Roadhouse (name of place?) and got in without any wait. The meal was awesome! Em and I shared a bison mushroom and swiss burger. We also got onion rings before and they were delicious. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we ended up going home and relaxing...and of course chatting all night :). It was a nice, relaxing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817177577429151410-1641259856360256454?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/1641259856360256454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4-jacksonville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/1641259856360256454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/1641259856360256454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4-jacksonville.html' title='Day 4: Jacksonville'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-8146851110503987046</id><published>2011-06-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:50:52.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3! JACKSONVILLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:webdings;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We slept in today and took our time getting out of bed. It was wonderful. I woke up earlier to the wonderful sound of my phone...Bertha (Jess G) called. I got up and chatted with her and then headed to the pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The four of us laid by the pool and relaxed before the girls headed back home and Em and I headed for Jacksonville! We did a lot of reading and people watching. It was so fun to watch people and see how they interact. We were there for a couple hours and then we headed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The girls headed to the Mall of Millenia and then back to Fort Myers. Em and I headed to Jacksonville to see our cousin, Brenda and her family. We stopped at an outlet (to get our shopping fix) on the way and then ate dinner at Longhorn before we got to their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We ended up talking with our waiter on Longhorn and he was so friendly. He kept coming back to our table telling us about cool things to do in Jacksonville and then at the end came to our table and said..."I would show you guys a good time tonight, yet my girlfriend would not be too happy with me". We laughed and thanked him for his ideas and headed out. Em and I discussed after we left how that stuff never happens in Fort Myers. We never meet new people or end up having conversations with our waiter. Why is that? Are we just in a perky mood because we were on a road trip or do we need to move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&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;Em and I ran to Wal-Mart to grab Goldfish and Peanut Butter M'n'M's and then off to Brenda and Eddie's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was so great to see Brenda and Eddie and of course LEAH &amp;amp; ISAIAH! This was our first time meeting Isaiah, he is precious. Em and I fell in love with him. He is only a month old. We stayed up late chatting as usual and of course eating Peanut Butter M'n'M's :). Leah was the entertainment as usual. She is "a doll".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Leah got up at 4 a.m. and stayed up all night. She talked Em into making her waffles with "peanut butter on one and butter on the other". Em did as she was told. :) Needless to say, poor Leah was exhausted the next day. She was just way too excited that "her friends" were in town. We fell asleep to a movie we found on netflix: "waiting for forever" with Rachel Bilson. It was a bore. Off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5817177577429151410-8146851110503987046?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/8146851110503987046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-jacksonville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/8146851110503987046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/8146851110503987046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-jacksonville.html' title='Day 3! JACKSONVILLE!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-7193164517903289013</id><published>2011-06-16T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:19:59.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day two: Sea World/Blue Man Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;We slept in today! woo! We woke up at 10:30 and the maid was mad because I forgot to put the privacy thing on our door and she wanted to clean. So, how did she get us back? She didn't clean. ha! Thanks for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Today we went to Sea World. Teachers get in free. We went to a couple shows and they were amazing. We ended the day with a fun time on the Manta. It was awesome. You lay flat. Taylor bought the picture because it was priceless. Everyone looked happy and excited, except Morgan looked terrified. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;After the fun day at Sea World for 3 hours, we headed back to the hotel to get ready to meet Brooke for dinner at 5:30!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I locked my keys in the car. We went out to my car to get a different pair of shoes and I set my keys in the trunk while I was about to change them and I shut the trunk. So ANNOYING. I felt horrible. Not only did I make the girls with me have to wait, I also left Brooke alone at City Walk waiting for us. I hate those situations where there is nothing you can do. Luckily, the Marinells have AAA so we waited on "Kenny" to arrive. I locked the keys in the trunk at 5 and AAA didn't show up until 7. They said they would be there by 6...never the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;We finally made it to CityWalk and met Brooke for about 25 minutes at Moe's and then we had to get going to make the Blue Man Group show by 8. It was SO good to see Brooke. She is so beautiful...inside and out. I love that girl and I am so bummed I only saw her for a short minute. There are some things you just cannot control though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Blue Man Group was so awesome. Em and I sat together and the Marinells sat a row behind us so we didn't get to talk during, yet we had a blast. It was such a unique experience. None of us really knew what to expect. Em called it a generational study. They talked about our generation and how we communicate more online than in person. One of my favorite quotes was that you go to a coffee shop and sit 2 feet away from someone and never speaking to them, while you are on your laptop talking to someone who is miles away. Ironic. We loved it. The Blue Men were scary though! They didn't break a smile. They would come into the crowd and just stare into your eyes like the audience were aliens. We loved that it was interactive. Overall, great experience (especially for the teacher price! $50 off!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;After Blue Man Group we headed over to Morgan's dream come true: Rising Stars. It is a karaoke type club. Instead of singing with background music, you go on a stage and sing with a live band and with back up singers. It is a perfect place for a bachelorette party! So, after much talk of who was going up with who and what we would sing we decided...Em and I were singing California Girls and Morgan and Taylor were singing Raise Your Glass. Em and I got picked second!! We rocked it. We had such a good time. It is totally Em's element to be on stage. Unfortunately, some girls behind us picked "Raise Your Glass" so the Marinells were discouraged and decided to leave since they didn't want their second pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;We decided to leave since it was midnight. We went home and fell asleep to nothing other than the bachelorette! :) It was a great second day.&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/5817177577429151410-7193164517903289013?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/7193164517903289013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-two-sea-worldblue-man-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/7193164517903289013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/7193164517903289013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-two-sea-worldblue-man-group.html' title='day two: Sea World/Blue Man Group'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-1920427174203835878</id><published>2011-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:56:04.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the roadtrip begin...</title><content type='html'>We didn't let any time pass when school was officially let out. Our last day was Monday, June 13 and we left to get out of town Monday, June 13! Teachers had to go in on Monday so we were all able to leave early and jet out before we hit 5 o'clock traffic. I drove my car and the Marinells drove behind us as we headed for our first stop: Orlando. I got us there in record time...it normally takes a good three hours from Fort Myers, yet we got there in two and half. :) I was on a mission. The one thing we are really excited about this trip is that we have no plan. We want to relax, get away, and have fun. The only set thing we have planned in Orlando is to see the Blue Man Group Tuesday night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We got to Orlando and LOVE our hotel. We are staying steps away from Downtown Disney. Our pool is awesome, there is a hot tub, and the rooms are great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First day, we ran into our first dilemma...the Bachelorette is on at 8, yet we arrived at 5:30 and didn't want to grab food quick and hustle back. Unfortunately, we had to make a hard decision to forgo the Bachelorette to have a fun night in Orlando. (we are glad we made that decision, yet we thought we could come back to the room and watch it online...we were wrong.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After we settled into the hotel, we went to dinner at T-Rex (the Marinell's hot spot) and it was fabulous. We loved the thunderstorm that happens every 20 minutes. (**Renee, Em asked the question: "Did dinosaurs come before or after Eve?") After dinner, we walked around and shopped. We wanted to go into the House of Blues for a live band, yet they were having a private party so we couldn't. As we walked, we decided to play game. We came up with a checklist of what we would see at Disney...ie: a man with a fanny pack and when you would see it, you would say "check". Needless to say we had a lot of "check"s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went down to the infamous stage at Downtown Disney where the Millage girls showed off their dance moves to watch kids dance again. The guy was a little strange, so we left early. He tried real hard though. ;) We then went to get ice cream and back to the hotel. We went down to the pool and hot tub (it was packed). We were so proud of Taylor for going in! :) After the hot tub, we came upstairs and all passed out. It was a great first day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817177577429151410-1920427174203835878?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/1920427174203835878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-roadtrip-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/1920427174203835878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/1920427174203835878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-roadtrip-begin.html' title='Let the roadtrip begin...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-2492968250082722790</id><published>2009-05-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:23:42.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q46/pastormathias/No-Perfect-People420.jpg" alt="No-Perfect-People420.jpg image by pastormathias" galleryimg="no" style="width: 420px; height: 180px; cursor: default; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love the lyrics to this song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Never let 'em see you when you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;Never let 'em see you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;That's how we live and that's how we try&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you've got it all together&lt;br /&gt;Never let them see what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;Cover it up with a crooked smile&lt;br /&gt;But it only lasts for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as perfect people&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;So come as you are, broken and scared&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heart and be amazed&lt;br /&gt;And be changed by a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's like a weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the words that you are loved&lt;br /&gt;He knows where you are and where you've been&lt;br /&gt;And you never have to go there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lived and died to give new life&lt;br /&gt;To heal our imperfections&lt;br /&gt;So look up and see out let grace be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a perfect God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[5x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be changed by a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;Be changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;why do we do this?? When will we finally realize we are all in the same boat? We ALL have imperfections. For some reason, it is so scary to reveal who we truly are. I am so guilty of this. How would the world change if we were all vulnerable and real? It would be so much easier to get along with people, forgive, and relate. In reality, it all comes down to us just fooling ourselves into thinking we are perfect...thank the Lord He still loves those imperfections!&lt;/span&gt;&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/5817177577429151410-2492968250082722790?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/2492968250082722790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/2492968250082722790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/2492968250082722790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-people.html' title='perfect people'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-6773385662111664968</id><published>2009-05-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:10:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh to go back to middle school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShWJu0d5tRI/AAAAAAAAACE/OX4i5uGNDJ4/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+scan0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShWJu0d5tRI/AAAAAAAAACE/OX4i5uGNDJ4/s320/Copy+(2)+of+scan0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338324370768639250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;---8th grade dance :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;student comes up to me today..."so ms. millage, my friend, like my BEST friend, well we were but then we stopped talking and he doesn't really like me because we fight a lot and we annoy each other, but anyways he is my best friend in the whole wide world..." so...you hate each other but you are still best friends in the whole wide world...got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the days in middle school where nothing mattered. Well, in their heads EVERYTHING is a huge deal including who they will sit next to at lunch today. Middle school is full of drama. Who likes who, who was talking about who, who you have classes with next year, etc. I wish those were our biggest dilemmas as adults. Instead we have bills, responsibilities, jobs, etc. However; as easy as it seems to look at a middle schooler and think 'your problem is NOTHING compared to mine...', that is not always true. I heard it put this way by my FAVORITE comedian Brian Regan one time and it makes so much sense: "think of it this way, when your child has a balloon and they accidentally let go and the wind takes it up to the sky and they are screaming and crying out 'NNNNOOOOOO', and you are saying back to them 'it's ok!! it's just a balloon...we can get you another one!!' Now picture that balloon being your wallet and your child says to you...'it's ok!! it's just a wallet...we can get you another one!!' YEAH RIGHT! We would yell back--'nooo you can't!! my whole life is in that wallet!!! you can't just get another wallet!!' It has made me realize that as much as I would love to go back to my childhood where the problems seem miniscule--they didn't seem miniscule going through them. No matter the age, we are going to go through heartache and assume that it's the WORST and want to be in anybody else's place but ours. I am glad I have successfully made it through those awkward days of middle school... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5817177577429151410-6773385662111664968?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/6773385662111664968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-to-go-back-to-middle-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/6773385662111664968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/6773385662111664968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-to-go-back-to-middle-school.html' title='oh to go back to middle school...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShWJu0d5tRI/AAAAAAAAACE/OX4i5uGNDJ4/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+scan0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-7728693708274552152</id><published>2009-05-20T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:47:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fightin' Cougars!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShSpSHTkd5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xZcozyABrTY/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShSpSHTkd5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xZcozyABrTY/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338077587004749714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShSpKdnFIzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s2luHAD3fQw/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShSpKdnFIzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s2luHAD3fQw/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338077455553209138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Our boys are moving on to the semi's!! I coach tennis at the middle school I teach at and absolutely LOVE it. I seriously look forward to the practice and matches more than anything right now. I love working with these kids. It is such an awesome ministry opportunity. I have never been more at peace with where I am than now. I know God has placed me here at this school for a reason and I am jumping in with both feet. I have learned these past four months to live by a favorite quote that has always been up in the Millage household: "Bloom where you are Planted". For so long I have lived in a dream world or grass is always greener world. I had in my head what I wanted and what I thought would be the best plan for my life. I was going to graduate college and head out to Chicago with my best girl friends, teach there, and explore the big city life for a few years. Everything seemed to be working out until I got THAT call from Caloosa Middle asking me to teach there. There was no way I could reject a job in this economy. As excited as I was that I got a job right after college AND after my first and only interview, I was disappointed that my life wasn't going to pan out the way I wanted it to. Instead of viewing this job as a blessing, I was viewing it as settling back home where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; didn't plan on being right after college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't even explain how thankful I am for this job. My perspective has COMPLETELY changed. I love it here. If I had moved to Chicago, I would have never met these wonderful students, teachers, and other amazing people that have recently walked into my life. I felt as if God has been saying to me daily, "See Elizabeth...TRUST me...you ALWAYS think you know what is best. I will meet you where you are and I long to use you. Stop running and assuming that everywhere else but where you are is better or where you are supposed to be. RELAX and let me drive." I am so blessed. I am so thankful that I serve a God that knows me better than I know myself. I am ready to "Bloom where I am Planted". For now, I am planted at Caloosa Middle and I am so excited about it. We are not promised tomorrow...so I need to take each day and use it for His glory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So...the girls lost, yet they tried and had fun! My boys are headed to the semi's and we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. I have 10 boys on the team. 5 had NEVER played tennis before...they literally said..."oh, ms. millage--you are coaching tennis?? I'll play!" They have done amazing. They have really stepped it up and are improving their game daily. We have so much fun. I have paired up doubles that have never played together before and they have come together and been very successful. Even if we lose at the semi's, I am still so proud of them for making it this far. I had started to feel sad when I graduated college thinking that I would never be apart of a team anymore, yet I am starting to like this whole coaching thing! It is definitely different than being a player, yet I love the impact you can make on these students. I am the coach/basically mom that brings the treats and takes pictures. This is definitely my calling. ;)&lt;/span&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/5817177577429151410-7728693708274552152?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/7728693708274552152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/fightin-cougars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/7728693708274552152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/7728693708274552152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/fightin-cougars.html' title='&quot;Fightin&apos; Cougars!&quot;'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShSpSHTkd5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xZcozyABrTY/s72-c/IMG_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-1045472101705839258</id><published>2009-05-18T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:55:35.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My big running dilemma…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShHKgqMpQ_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/d4kI-m3QQF8/s1600-h/December+2007+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShHKgqMpQ_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/d4kI-m3QQF8/s320/December+2007+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337269695842698226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have run every day for as long as I can remember. I do not run out of guilt, fear of gaining weight, or pressure from other people. I run because I genuinely LOVE to run. I have grown up with parents that run every day so I guess it has been inbred in me. It has always been a habit/routine just like eating. I look forward to it and if I don’t do it, then my day is completely thrown off. However; I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to make sure it didn’t completely ruin my day if I was unable to fit it in. There are days when it is nearly impossible to get everything accomplished and run. I used to (still currently working on this) let it affect my mood and realized that it could take on the nature of idolatry. I had to sit back and evaluate to see if I was the same with my quiet time with God. Do I get completely upset/frustrated/annoyed if throughout the whole day I have no time to fit in my quiet time with God? I realized I would run and hold that to a higher standard than making sure I was able to sit and reflect with God. I want to have that same passion for my time with the Lord. I want to view it as running. Running is my escape, my refuge, where I go to think, where I go to be at peace, and that is how I should view my quiet time with God. Don’t get me wrong, I long for my quiet time with God. If I don’t have it one day or was unable to be silent and listen to Him, then my day is completely off. If I don’t get in the right mindset with God every morning, then there is a significant difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          So that wasn’t the big running dilemma. As you now know, I LOVE to run. I think it is the most peaceful thing. I have been asked several times over the past few years to run in different 5ks, marathons, sprint triathlons, etc. and have NEVER given it a second thought. My reason for never joining was because I didn’t want to lose my passion and love for running. I didn’t want running to become a job or something that I had to do because I needed to train for the big race. I am not a super competitive person, yet I am with myself. I am so scared that I will become obsessed and then really put running as idolatry. I am biting the bullet though. My mom and I decided last night that we are going to start out small with a 5k and see how it goes. We are going to have fun and not stress ourselves out. When it all comes down to it, who am I here to impress? I need that continual reminder of my audience of ONE. We run 3 miles daily so we think we will be able to handle this one. If my focus is centered on God, then running can be something I do while spending time with Him. Who says you have to do quiet time on the couch or at the dining room table? I am learning to bring these two wonderful things together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          So…come join me in my FIRST 5k at the Memorial Day “Run the Green” located at the Eastwood Golf Course in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fort Myers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" size="11pt" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" size="11pt" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;student story of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So…we are currently playing floor hockey in class and this one girl has yet to get the whole eye/hand coordination with the stick and puck down. She got hit in the knee today by the puck by a better skilled classmate of hers. Her face was frozen. I quickly rushed over and said “are you ok??” and she looked up at me and started jumping up and down saying “I touched the puck!! I finally hit the puck!!” It made me realize how we all have such different perspectives on things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5817177577429151410-1045472101705839258?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/1045472101705839258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-big-running-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/1045472101705839258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/1045472101705839258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-big-running-dilemma.html' title='My big running dilemma…'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShHKgqMpQ_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/d4kI-m3QQF8/s72-c/December+2007+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817177577429151410.post-9040345684138482514</id><published>2009-05-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:36:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first official blog...not your typical "blogger" ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShDIVErVIEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T7rf8Tgnuf0/s1600-h/Photo+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShDIVErVIEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T7rf8Tgnuf0/s320/Photo+149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336985822792327234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I have always wanted to blog, yet didn't think I would fit in with the other "bloggers" out there. I always saw blogs that consisted of amazing poems, creative lyrics, or unique stories that I knew I would never enjoy writing so I quickly dismissed the blogging idea. Whether you are supposed to meet a certain criteria for blogging I am not sure; however, I have decided I am going to blog the way Elizabeth (speaking straight from the heart-- as my sister would say) would. So...here goes nothing ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&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(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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-size:medium;"&gt;One of the reasons I have decided to dive into this blogging idea is because I used to be a journal freak. I go through seasons of journaling. I love journals. I love to write. However, I also have the tendency to write everyday for a good two weeks and then quit/forget for the next 4 months. I hate that about me. I wish I was consistent with that area of my life. I enjoy going back through my journals and seeing what I was going through back in 2000 and see where God has taken me since then. So...I figured it would be fun/easy to blog on here and then look back years later to see the progress made. That's my blogging story and I'm sticking to it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&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(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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-size:medium;"&gt;I realized last night that I am able to spit out advice like it's nothing, yet I do not always take my own advice. Sometimes I will walk away from situations and think...who was that talking?? I think sometimes God puts me in situations where I am able to give advice, yet really the whole time the Holy Spirit is speaking through me TO ME. Last night God placed an amazing girl in front of me that is going through complete turmoil. I was telling her how we are to "hate our brothers and sisters, parents, and everything in this world in comparison to how much we love God". I kept repeating over and over how NOTHING else in this world matters except how we choose to serve, love, and obey God that day. I told her to hate the sin and not the sinner.I told her that boys will not satisfy every need. I told her that Satan is conniving and is going to use every avenue possible to make her think that she is not good enough, a failure, ugly, and stupid for decisions she has made in her past.  After she left I realized that I know all of that, yet sometimes I get so caught up in giving the advice that I don't live it out. This all goes back to the wonderful book of James that keeps popping up in every bible study I have been to these past few weeks. It is so easy to point out other people's flaws and tell them when they are doing wrong and how to fix their problems, yet when it comes to ourselves we don't want to dissect that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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-size:medium;"&gt;If NOTHING else in this world matters and my treasures are supposed to be stored up in heaven, then why do I constantly worry? I truly believe I have been going through a season of brokenness and it is awesome/scary/hard. I am so in love with Jesus. I am so excited that I am going through this season. If my life was easy then there would be no need for a God to depend on. I need Him desperately. &lt;/span&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/5817177577429151410-9040345684138482514?l=elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/9040345684138482514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-official-blognot-your-typical.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/9040345684138482514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5817177577429151410/posts/default/9040345684138482514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethsworldofentertainment.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-official-blognot-your-typical.html' title='first official blog...not your typical &quot;blogger&quot; ;)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Millage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02686733202986035112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haNFO1BZUC0/ShDIVErVIEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T7rf8Tgnuf0/s72-c/Photo+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
