<?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-12336337</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:10:35.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rena &amp; Sheena &amp; Ariel</title><subtitle type='html'>Check out the business side of me at www.pounderosaproductions.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-114474691494350146</id><published>2006-04-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T02:15:14.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space</title><content type='html'>Hey all... I just wanted you all to know that i have been playing alot with my myspace blog. I love it!  I can do way cooler stuff with it. Anyway... I will post a link to it on this blog so that you all can see what is going on in my world more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-114474691494350146?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/114474691494350146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=114474691494350146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114474691494350146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114474691494350146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-space.html' title='My Space'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-114407982657472125</id><published>2006-04-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:57:06.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/1600/public%20market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/320/public%20market.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from a 3 day-long bachelorette party in Seattle...whew!&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Courtyard Mariott that overlooks Lake Union. It was about a 20 minute walk to the Space Needle and 35 min walk to Pikes. I had the chance to visit Dusty Strings for more equipment for my Dulcimer and was a first timer at the Crab Pot! I'd recommend that place for dinner any day! The night life is crazy (ask me about it if you'd like me to elaborate). Of course, I ran into a handful of people I knew from high school, and one kid I know from Younglife...you just can't get away from Spokane, huh? In a nutshell, I'm tired and my need for a roadtrip has been satisfied. This weekend is the wedding of my good friend Cheri from high school(which will be so great!) and then, hopefully, my weekends will slow down a bit. That's all for now! See ya'll this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-114407982657472125?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/114407982657472125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=114407982657472125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114407982657472125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114407982657472125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back-from-3-day-long-bachelorette.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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-12336337.post-114366001433570513</id><published>2006-03-29T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:20:14.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>Isn't it weird how fast time flies. I mean... how long has it been since we obsessed over these blogs?  Seems as though life is so different.  God Rocks!  Nothing exciting going on, just working. OOOo Very Exciting... Right, back to work... Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-114366001433570513?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/114366001433570513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=114366001433570513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114366001433570513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114366001433570513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/03/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-114192494229335714</id><published>2006-03-09T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T09:24:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/1600/yl%20logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/320/yl%20logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dudes!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm embarking on an exciting but not-so-new adventure! After almost a year off from working in youth ministry, I'm going back to leading YL at Medical Lake High...wow! I would love it if you could remember me/us in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have time, and you want to learn more about this outreach, go to &lt;a href="http://www.younglife.org"&gt;www.younglife.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-114192494229335714?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/114192494229335714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=114192494229335714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114192494229335714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114192494229335714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/03/dudes-im-embarking-on-exciting-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-114140841578673787</id><published>2006-03-03T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:53:35.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/1600/birthday-cake%20O-net%20year1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/320/birthday-cake%20O-net%20year1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RENA!!!&lt;/strong&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/12336337-114140841578673787?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/114140841578673787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=114140841578673787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114140841578673787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114140841578673787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-rena.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-114073049581273380</id><published>2006-02-23T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:51:56.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/1600/whale%20tale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6089/1715/320/whale%20tale.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I read a really neat quote from a really neat person, I'm sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The whales do not sing because they have an answer, they sing because they have a song."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pretty cool place to visit, if you're interested!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Ashesandsnow.org"&gt;www.Ashesandsnow.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-114073049581273380?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/114073049581273380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=114073049581273380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114073049581273380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/114073049581273380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-read-really-neat-quote-from-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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-12336337.post-113987148195286963</id><published>2006-02-13T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:58:02.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>Remember when we used to write on our blogs almost daily? ~sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113987148195286963?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113987148195286963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113987148195286963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113987148195286963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113987148195286963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/02/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113925350072634104</id><published>2006-02-06T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:18:20.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaua'i, Kaleloni Shells and Turtles</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm back from one of &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; coolest trips I'd &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; been on!&lt;br /&gt;I spent the week with Ali and Tyler Stitt, along with Ty's bro Carson and friend Shannon (Shannon is a guy, by the way). Day 1 found Ali and I swimming with sea turtles among the coral reef off Anini Beach and collecting tiny tiny shells called Kaleloni Shells. These shells can be made into a necklace sold for 2-10 thousand dollars! Crazy! The night was spent relaxing because Ty and Carson had a hard day at work. Day 2 was a day spent shopping and sight-seeing. Day 3 was blustery and somewhat rainy so Ali and I jumped in the jeep to explore the whole island after a good breakfast at a seaside open restaurant. To the north shore to whale watch and witness a photo shoot for Self Magazine-- to the south shore where the waves are most dangerous and the sand is soft and white--and the canyons in between where we saw the prettiest rainbow. We all ended the day with a walk along the beach picking more shells and then to dinner at a place very similar to panda express. Day 4 was Ali's 25th birthday so we did what she wanted (lay in the sun all day and pick shells after more swimming with turtles) until the boys came home from work. Then they surprised us with an all-you-can-eat/drink luau at a local resort for Ali's b-day. (by this point, I was suffering from one of the worst sunburns &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Day 5 we took Shannon's jeep up the mountain to float through some very narrow, very cold, very dark tunnels(only one person can fit at a time and you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to lay down or you'll lose your head). On the way there we saw some locals hunting wild boar. Then we were off to the largest waterfall on the island(of which was in the movie Jurassic Park--along with pretty much the rest of the island). Afterward, they dropped me off at the airport and I was sadly on my way back on a red-eye flight bringing me home just in time to watch the Seahawks get screwed by bad calls.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't want to come home--but it's back to reality. Hopefully I'll have pics next time I see ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113925350072634104?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113925350072634104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113925350072634104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113925350072634104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113925350072634104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/02/kauai-kaleloni-shells-and-turtles.html' title='Kaua&apos;i, Kaleloni Shells and Turtles'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113746180177169569</id><published>2006-01-16T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:36:41.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is good...</title><content type='html'>I am just finishing up at work today and i realized that i will only be coming back here 11 more times.  Weird... I took a big step and followed what God was tellling me, I am trusting that he is gonna take care of this other job for me, because my time here... is done.  Weird, i know.  Hopefully i won't starve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys if you get a chance shoot up a prayer for my future... that God would provide something AWESOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113746180177169569?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113746180177169569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113746180177169569' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113746180177169569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113746180177169569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-good.html' title='today is good...'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113742402764531748</id><published>2006-01-16T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T07:07:08.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIEL!</title><content type='html'>Horray! Ariel is older!  Come one, come all to the Ariel ball!!  What am i talking about.  It is like 7am and i am just a bit too nerpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113742402764531748?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113742402764531748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113742402764531748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113742402764531748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113742402764531748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-ariel.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIEL!'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113720153058740133</id><published>2006-01-13T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:19:02.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week</title><content type='html'>Hey all... Sorry that it has been so long since i have blogged.  I really have had alot going on in my life and i have been making some huge decisions... I don't really wanna talk about what is going down a whole lot because i don't want to get my hopes up too high.  You know how that is... You don't want to have to explain to everyone why something didn't work out a million times because you made the mistake of telling everyone in excitement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, need alot of prayer.  I need faith... that God will do what he has promised me He would do.  That is, mainly, to provide for me.  Even if it is in a way that i don't think is what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i got all my hopes in one little ball right now and i know that it could be devistating to lose it all... But i know that God is in control and that He knows what is right for me.  I guess i have spent years trying to learn this very thing and i feel like i am encountering it at every turn. Sometimes i am a victor.  Sometimes i chalk it up to a lesson learned.  I guess that is the way life will always be.  Despite my constant attemps to improve, it is a process... a beautiful one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113720153058740133?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113720153058740133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113720153058740133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113720153058740133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113720153058740133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-week.html' title='What A Week'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113649247280479644</id><published>2006-01-05T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:21:12.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just sitting here at work, wondering why I have typers' block and wondering when someone was going to post something fantastic.... I don't have something fantastic but I thought I'd be fun to share what I'm excited about for the new year and the cool things I'm anticipating as well.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is pregnant again which makes me Auntie Sheena (Nene) x3. Baby should come during the first part of June, we think. Woo hoo! My sister moved back to Spokane from the glorious town of Kettle Falls so now I can proudly say that I have family in town again!&lt;br /&gt;Summertime means lots o' weddings (including Bekah and Rana...WOO HOO!!! and two good friends from high school).&lt;br /&gt;In May, I'm expecting a fantabulous trip to Puerto Villarta thanks to the wonderful folks I work for. It was a Christmas "bonus" given to all employees....suppose I'll need to work on my tan?&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be visiting Ali and Tyler Stitt here at the end of this month in Hawaii...probably the cheapest trip to the islands anyone could ever take! I'm so stoked!&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are the big things I know of so far. I'm tapped out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113649247280479644?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113649247280479644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113649247280479644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113649247280479644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113649247280479644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-just-sitting-here-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113535643636573454</id><published>2005-12-23T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:47:16.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter To Santa (with Sarah's help)</title><content type='html'>Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;North Pole, Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't my fault what happened at Bekah's Office party. It was Sheena who spiked the punch with too much Margarita. I can't help it if I drank 23 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny when I put Bekah's shirt on my head and danced the La Macarena on the couch while singing `Since You've Been Gone'. I didn't mean to break Bekah's ipod and don't know why Bekah would accuse me of stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember calling Matt's wife a shiny cow---even though she looked like one with yellow eye shadow and green lipstick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I threw up on Kristin's husband's knee, it was only because I ate too much of that speghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my car through my neighbor's garage. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a bright donkey and have me arrested for forgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all gross and gleeming. And I'm really not to blame for any of this stellar stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely and carefully yours,&lt;br /&gt;Rena (Really a nice girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's only 98 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do yours at&lt;br /&gt;http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113535643636573454?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113535643636573454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113535643636573454' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113535643636573454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113535643636573454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-letter-to-santa-with-sarahs-help.html' title='My Letter To Santa (with Sarah&apos;s help)'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113453663218605250</id><published>2005-12-13T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:03:52.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try Another Vote!</title><content type='html'>Here goes... Answer these for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs?&lt;br /&gt;Laces or Velcro?&lt;br /&gt;Italian or Mexican?&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;Matt or Kristin? hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Paper or Plastic?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas or Easter?&lt;br /&gt;Lattes or Mochas?&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Games?&lt;br /&gt;Basketball or Football?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or Cats?&lt;br /&gt;Wheat or White?&lt;br /&gt;Pickles or Onions?&lt;br /&gt;Curly or Straight?&lt;br /&gt;Up or Down?&lt;br /&gt;Oprah or Dr. Phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is good for now...  what do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113453663218605250?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113453663218605250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113453663218605250' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113453663218605250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113453663218605250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-try-another-vote.html' title='Let&apos;s Try Another Vote!'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113408582174488694</id><published>2005-12-08T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:50:21.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a vote....</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, the ladies and I here at the office can't agree on the phrase, "For 'Pete's' sake". I've heard it said that it's actually "for &lt;em&gt;Peace&lt;/em&gt; sake" and it's just been morphed into "for Pete's sake". So, if it is actually for Pete's sake &lt;em&gt;then who the heck is Pete&lt;/em&gt;? And why is it for his sake? Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113408582174488694?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113408582174488694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113408582174488694' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113408582174488694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113408582174488694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/12/taking-vote.html' title='taking a vote....'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113394348482546822</id><published>2005-12-07T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:18:34.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>So it might be time for me to post something on my own blog, eh?  I am sorry for not writing.  I have been real busy lately.  The closer we get to Christmas the closer I get to easing up.  I get a couple of extra days off, so that will be nice.  I think that after the last couple weeks I could use it.  I am still dealing with stupid people making dumb mistakes at work that I have to fix, or that i get in trouble for.  NOT FUN!  In Sara speak:  I don't heart it!  lol.  But it isn't really that bad because i know that that is where God has called me to be.  I have a peace in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accually been struggling with the God thing a bit lately.  I have been chest deep in some crazy spiritual battles.  Which is lame, but also kinda cool, because you know that God is doing great things.  I love that.  I love to see God moving.  Even if it isn't in me at the moment.  I am like a child outside a pet store with puppies in the window.  I am just pressed to the glass to see God move.  To see His Glory.  The struggle is that i have been having trouble focusing.  Really spending time in the word.  I get distracted and cant seem to focus.  i am not disappointed... i recognize the battle before me.  i am just... .... i don't know... i guess i don't really know that part yet.  I am not bad, i am just not really top of the world either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course is also the time that you miss the people that you are close to but not geographically.  Like whenever there is a new Harry Potter movie i miss Ariel a ton.  I miss the pizza and the tiny tv too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all i got for you guys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113394348482546822?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113394348482546822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113394348482546822' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113394348482546822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113394348482546822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog_113394348482546822.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113380911669648295</id><published>2005-12-05T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:27:27.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of heart...maybe</title><content type='html'>Over my latest post I've come to realize that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the opinions of others (even though, I admit, it stirs up some not-so-nice feelings first). I also admit that we as Christians have had the privilage of celebrating Christmas so enormously...and out of ignorance to what non-believers face. I think back to when I didn't know Christ and I celebrated like everyone else...only without acknowledging the true meaning behind Christmas. Was it because I too, was ignorant then? So now my question is, as a Christian or not, do you think the name of Christmas is worth the fighting, frustration, and objection? Or, can you accept other's differences, make the holiday a holiday instead of a "forced" religious celebration, while choosing to acknowledge the reason for the season as you wish? Something to think about for sure. As for me, I'm still churning facts/opinions in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113380911669648295?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113380911669648295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113380911669648295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113380911669648295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113380911669648295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/12/change-of-heartmaybe.html' title='change of heart...maybe'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113354783745192299</id><published>2005-12-02T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:24:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for the...Holiday Tree?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while on MSNBC checkin' out the latest news, I came across an article that reminded me of the one thing that can ruin the spirit of Christmas for me. The aritcle had a question: &lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt; Tree or &lt;em&gt;Holiday&lt;/em&gt; Tree? Now, I fully understand that the Christmas Tree really has nothing to do with why we celebrate Christmas in the first place, but I can't get beyond all those liberals who feel the need to change current names of religious and/or commercial observations to the "politically correct" version. I don't want to be close-minded, but I can't help but feel frustration at this small minority. If they truely celebrate this holiday (or any, for that matter) for which it was intended, and believed in Christ Jesus, the whole reason for this now overly-commercialized holiday, they shouldn't find reason for change. So I ask, why is it that one would want to change a holiday/observance that they do not believe in? Why can't they simply ignore it? Could it be that they're looking to find a place to fit in in the holiday season by trying to make it less religious? Sorry guys...I'm frustrated. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113354783745192299?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113354783745192299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113354783745192299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113354783745192299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113354783745192299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/12/hooray-for-theholiday-tree.html' title='Hooray for the...Holiday Tree?'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113311978388213214</id><published>2005-11-27T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T11:29:43.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rena is famous</title><content type='html'>On my way up to Chicago yesterday, instead of listening to music, Jake and I thought to discover something called a Pod cast. Rena had loaded these Podcasts onto my iPod forever-ago, but I haven't listened to them...Until yesterday, that is. Rena suggested something called Hometown tales---or something, so we listen to the first one which was from in April sometime. About 35 min. In to the broadcast RENA is mentioned! This show is talking about different towns with weird phenomenon ie: weird pet stories, ghosts, etc. Our Rena was kind enough to write in and tell them of the Patsy Clark mansion staircase ghost, and a stairway somewhere in Spokane that has some creepiness to it too. I hadn't heard about the staircase. But I knew it was our Rena when they gave a shout out to here by mentioning Pounderosa Productions. So great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113311978388213214?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113311978388213214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113311978388213214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113311978388213214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113311978388213214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/rena-is-famous.html' title='Rena is famous'/><author><name>Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844231467012576870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7130/1677/1600/IMG_1469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113276481701687887</id><published>2005-11-23T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:53:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Last night was a great night of food, Madagascar, company and a game of "All in the Family". What was originally an open house night for the Stitt's was really a secret surprise party for yours truely...haha, that was slick guys! I honestly didn't think I had friends that could keep such a secret for such a long while! Great job!!! Though I was "tipped" about the surprise party by someone many of you don't know, your secretiveness was not in vain. No, I simply thought this guy had no idea what he was talking about. He called and left me a message about 5 minutes before I arrived at the house explaining to me why he wouldn't be able to make it to my birthday party. I passed it off as though he had misunderstood something somewhere along the way...I wasn't going to a birthday party-I was going to Ali's open house thingy....hey, wait a minute! Anyway...so yes, I was clued in by the somewhat clueless but it didn't ruin the surprise. I am truely thankful for all who made it...and also for those who didn't. You guys are too good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113276481701687887?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113276481701687887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113276481701687887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113276481701687887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113276481701687887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-house-anyone.html' title='open house, anyone?'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113226129311715762</id><published>2005-11-17T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:01:33.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postal services going postal?</title><content type='html'>Can nobody send surprise packages in the mail anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the Holidays, (and my birthday) I've been reminded of the insanity of the postal service during these busy times.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was at home one evening and at about 6:30 pm, someone rang my wretched doorbell (it really is wretched, I hate the noise it makes). And since I wasn't expecting anyone, I peered out the window to see who may be visiting before I made the trek down long hallways and thousands of stairs. It was the UPS man (someone sent me a package!!!) So I made my journey, only to get down in time to find him strolling away in his glorified brown ice-cream truck. Frustrated, I searched around the door, looking for those fun little "We missed you" notes they like to leave behind and found nothing. I thought that maybe they'd return the next day and might remember to leave a note then...but no note was ever found.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the third day and nothing...I contacted the UPS people and nobody could help me because I don't have a tracking number. (please tell me, how am I to have a tracking number on a package when I didn't order it and don't know who the sender is?)&lt;br /&gt;I was told by customer service that after 3 tries at my home, they will hold the pkg in their central shipping place here in Spokane for up to 5 business days...but what happens if I don't even know they're trying to contact me?&lt;br /&gt;I can only assume now, that it is next to impossible to send a 'surprise' to someone who's having a birthday because they may never know that someone had tried to send something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only with frustration that I ask, &lt;strong&gt;"What can Brown do for you?"&lt;/strong&gt;   grrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113226129311715762?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113226129311715762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113226129311715762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113226129311715762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113226129311715762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/postal-services-going-postal.html' title='Postal services going postal?'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113201888572283039</id><published>2005-11-14T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:41:25.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those weird days where everything seems to be off?  My boss never cries.  She cried today.  I can't tell you why.  I can tell that there is something wrong and i can tell that she doesn't want to talk about it.  I could tell that something was weird the moment that i walked into the door.  hummm... i hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do more interviews tomorrow.  These are the final two.  I am not really looking forward to it because I think that my boss might still be upset and i have to conduct the interviews with her.  It is going to be interesting. I will keep you all posted.  Well... I don't really have alot going on while i am working... so... i guess i will talk more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113201888572283039?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113201888572283039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113201888572283039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113201888572283039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113201888572283039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113195211666554453</id><published>2005-11-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:08:36.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>can you say crazy busy?!  I can't wait for thanksgiving though!  Family... friends and a good break!!  I don't know if i have alot to say, i am just really ready for a vaca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113195211666554453?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113195211666554453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113195211666554453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113195211666554453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113195211666554453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113164612588128159</id><published>2005-11-10T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:08:45.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thinking of being Thankful</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since the last post was written so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since Thanksgiving is 2 weeks away, we should be thinking of things we are truely thankful for. We should also reflect on events of the past and be thankful for where they've brought us and where they are leading us. Please share! I'll start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the family I have at Liferoads. Simply because, due to past events, my  family has been scattered across the country. So thank you for being there, guys! &lt;strong&gt;You're  awesome!&lt;/strong&gt; And I'm also thankful for the gifts that God has given me. I take great joy in creating things through my hobbies, whether its a hat, a picture, a painting or music. That's not all for me, but I don't want to be the boring one! Your turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113164612588128159?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113164612588128159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113164612588128159' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113164612588128159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113164612588128159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/be-thinking-of-being-thankful.html' title='Be thinking of being Thankful'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113097334378564328</id><published>2005-11-02T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:15:43.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assistantence</title><content type='html'>Um, Rena...can we talk about this word? Staci mentioned it a while ago and I was dumbfounded by what-in-the-world she was talking about...I just found that word there, hanging out in the title of this cool little blog we've got here. I'm sad, too, to find that it took me almost 3 weeks to figure that out! *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113097334378564328?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113097334378564328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113097334378564328' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113097334378564328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113097334378564328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/assistantence.html' title='Assistantence'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113096507041460494</id><published>2005-11-02T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:57:50.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things you just hold on to</title><content type='html'>So, lately I've been getting many, many emails from this guy I know in Ohio. This guy, I've known since about 7th or 8th grade...&lt;em&gt;because he's my pen pal&lt;/em&gt;. At what point does a pen pal stop being a pen pal and start being a friend? And is it strange to hear that I have a pen pal...being 23 and all? Kinda makes me sound like I have no life...sad. But he's cool--I don't care what you guys say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113096507041460494?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113096507041460494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113096507041460494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113096507041460494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113096507041460494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-things-you-just-hold-on-to.html' title='Some things you just hold on to'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113095225127224991</id><published>2005-11-02T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:24:11.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did everybody go?</title><content type='html'>Not much action on these blogs lately.  What's up?  Did I miss a memo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113095225127224991?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113095225127224991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113095225127224991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113095225127224991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113095225127224991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-did-everybody-go.html' title='Where did everybody go?'/><author><name>Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844231467012576870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7130/1677/1600/IMG_1469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113038746754407859</id><published>2005-10-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:31:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I probably should talk about something... humm.... there is alot on my mind.  There is alot that i am making decisions about.  Decisions that could affect the course of my life... then again, i think that all decisions can affect the course of your life.  Some of them are just more dramatic.  The hard part in this process is figuring out what God's will is in all of this.  Ultimately that is what it will all come down to.  What He wants.  So that is what is up with me.  I am trying to seek His face and His will.  I want to be pleasing to Him.  So in the words of one of my best friend's mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Lord and I lift my voice&lt;br /&gt;To worship You, oh my soul rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Take joy my king, in what You hear&lt;br /&gt;Let it be a sweet, sweet, sound in Your ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what it is all about, isn't it?  That is what I want my life to be.  It says in the bible that they will know us by our love.  Our love of God, and our love for other people.  I think that I am rambling. But I want to be that person.  I want to seek God.  I want to love him.  I want to be a sweet sound.  I want all the decisions that i make on this journey to put me in a position to do that everyday.  To learn what that might even look like.  If you pray... pray for me in this... pray for us in this... that we would be sweet sounds.  That our lives would be lives of worship.  That when we leave this place, that people would remember the God that lives in us.  I hope that this letter finds you seeking Him at the foot of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113038746754407859?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113038746754407859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113038746754407859' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113038746754407859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113038746754407859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-113013262965865030</id><published>2005-10-23T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:43:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedians...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently watching the Blue Collar Comedy Tour (when I should be sleeping, of course) and I'm amazed at the things comedians choose to use in their gigs. Things that we all never talk about -- but we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about. Things that are taboo here are totally exploited there.&lt;br /&gt;At what point is it crossing the line? When do we become too conservative? When do we become too liberal? Well, I'll leave it at that for &lt;strong&gt;ya'll&lt;/strong&gt; (that was for Brooke).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-113013262965865030?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/113013262965865030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=113013262965865030' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113013262965865030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/113013262965865030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/comedians.html' title='Comedians...'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112997175914932123</id><published>2005-10-22T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:02:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>K... so i should be sleeping and all, but i just noticed something strange.  The posted topic that received the most commenting was directed at a specific person, and was a random, but specific question...  I don't know... Just thought it was weird.  Love ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112997175914932123?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112997175914932123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112997175914932123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112997175914932123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112997175914932123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112992508934696586</id><published>2005-10-21T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:04:49.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Bondage</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, bear with me...I had the chance to go to a Women of Worth conference a few weekends ago and I've been blessed since. The speaker, Donna Partow, has made so many things so much more real to me. That's why I'm sharing one of her devotionals with you, simply because it's something we all need to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”  Galatians 5:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have you ever been to a circus and observed a giant elephant with a small rope around its ankle? Did you ever stop to think, "Hey, wait a minute. Technically speaking, there is no way that dinky little rope can hold back that giant elephant!" Did you ever wonder how it came to pass that a giant elephant is held in place by something that has no power to contain him?Here's how it works. When trainers begin taming a baby elephant, they place a giant chain around its ankle and stake it into the ground. Day after day, hour after hour, the baby elephant struggles to escape. But his efforts are in vain. He simply cannot break free from the grip of that powerful chain. Eventually, he surrenders. He resolves in his mind that there is no possible way he can escape that chain. So, he relinquishes forever the struggle to be free. And so it happens that ten, twenty, thirty years later, the giant elephant remains held in bondage by something that really has NO POWER to control him.&lt;br /&gt;   When I first heard that story, a voice cried out within me, Donna, that's you! You're allowing your life to be controlled by things that no longer have the power to control you.Is it true of you, too?        &lt;br /&gt;   The apostle Paul wrote, "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery" (Galatians 5:1.  When Christ went to the Cross, he broke the chains that bind us. He set us free from the power of sin and death. If you have trusted Christ for your salvation, you're no longer in bondage: "For if you tell others with your own mouth that Jesus Christ is your Lord, and believe in your own heart that God has raised him from the dead, you will be saved" (Romans 10:9)If you have not taken that step of faith, the chains are real. You're like that baby elephant who literally cannot escape. You cannot escape the penalty for your sins nor can you escape the guilt, fear, and shame that haunt those who haven't made things right with their Creator. &lt;br /&gt;    You have been set free in Christ and therefore the chains have been broken. You've been set free to live free. If you're not living free, it's probably because you (or someone else) has tied some dinky little rope around your ankle. Since you haven't taken a close enough look, you're giving that rope far more power than it deserves.Usually the rope is some type of fear: fear of failure, fear of success, fear of rejection, etc. Examine your rope. Name the fear, and remember that perfect love, which is the love we have in Christ, casts out fear. "There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear" (1 John 4:18).I want you to prayerfully ponder: "Am I still living like I'm in chains? Lord, show me how. Give me the courage to shake my foot loose and walk away in total God-confidence, knowing I've been set free and called according to your purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is simply amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112992508934696586?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112992508934696586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112992508934696586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112992508934696586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112992508934696586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/living-in-bondage.html' title='Living in Bondage'/><author><name>Sheena-bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693116258163395843</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112992000033724986</id><published>2005-10-21T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:40:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Hey to those who care, my car is apparently finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112992000033724986?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112992000033724986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112992000033724986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112992000033724986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112992000033724986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112987353949098801</id><published>2005-10-20T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:45:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Perspective...</title><content type='html'>So, i appologize for the previous rant.  I got to spend some much needed time in the presence of God this evening.  And I sign on tonight a bit more broken then before.  I drove home alone tonight thinking about today, this week, this month... and where my heart is.  I would love to tell you that i am constantly seeking His face and that i am staying close to Him... but that would be a lie... And if i can't come here and be honest how i feel how will i be honest in the quiet, alone places of my heart?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encounter people everyday.  People we know and love, people we don't.  Sometimes... when we least expect it God brings one of those divine appointments into our lives.  Those people who become small miracles of encouragement and strength.  Those people who serve God in a way that... that... well, they just seem to overflow...  all you have to do is brush past... stand close... touch that hem of their garment and you will be healed again.  you will be made new.  You will get that "one more chance."  These people can swoop in an swoop out like a wave of the sea... or they might just stay and sharpen you for a lifetime.  I know that this is the grace of God... I know that... I know that there have been times when i have been used by God to be one of those people... WHAT AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE.... to see God move in the heart of someone else is the most inspiring thing in the world to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to this man who was my age, maybe even younger tonight tell the story of how he lost his wife to cancer.  An amazing man.... who has leaned on God... It has made him strong, and God uses him to minister all over the world to people who are alone and hurting... He is an amazing man of God... His name is Jeremy Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with that being said there are many times in life when I feel alone.  When i am hurting.  When i am scared.  I think that even though it sucks to be in that spot, God can use it.  I think of all the pain and sickness and hurt that there is in my past and i think... man... how messy.  What a mess! How can a Holy, Perfect God use someone as messy as me? But He does.  He does... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people stumble on to this page and read what I have to say but if you do, know this, there is nothing more exciting, more fulfilling, more amazing than living for Jesus.  Nothing.  I think of where i have come, from the pain and the anger and the shame... But i am here, i am new in Him... and I am His... And He loves me.  And that is ..... amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112987353949098801?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112987353949098801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112987353949098801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112987353949098801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112987353949098801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-perspective.html' title='Changing Perspective...'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112985438370495040</id><published>2005-10-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T17:26:23.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little break.</title><content type='html'>Staring at this monitor all day is really starting to hurt my eyes.  Today was interesting... we had a meeting... well, i lead a meeting that was talking about when we should hire someone new.  Then we talked about how to re arrange the desks so that this new person could fit in.  We talked about shrinking this one, slightly weird, lady's area because she has the most space and she doesn't really use it.  She started crying.  K... i am 27... she is like 55.... and she is crying because i want to move her desk around to make room for another desk.  i can't imagine crying at work unless my mom died.  I couldn't believe it... the other designer who has been here for like three months was sitting at the end of the table smirking.  It was his first time witnessing the famous red eye and tear up of Becky.  FRICKIN 55 year old woman is throwing a temper tantrum about moving her desk!! i felt like i was on office space dealing with milton.  She has spent the last year complaining about her computer and today, when i offer her a new one she turns it down... doesn't like change i guess.  I don't know what to say... except if you want to keep your job... don't cry at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is right up there with a lady hitting my car and then laughing about it... well, maybe not... but still 55 and crying like an 8 year old not getting the doll at toys are us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112985438370495040?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112985438370495040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112985438370495040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112985438370495040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112985438370495040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-break.html' title='A little break.'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112982948717548811</id><published>2005-10-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:31:27.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue me</title><content type='html'>God I need grace and Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;God I need Your love&lt;br /&gt;Let Your grace shine through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I seek Your face and Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;God i need Your love&lt;br /&gt;Let Your grace shine through me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112982948717548811?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112982948717548811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112982948717548811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112982948717548811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112982948717548811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/rescue-me.html' title='Rescue me'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112964524331149072</id><published>2005-10-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:42:10.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>You wanna know what I hate?  I hate not seeing the sun before work and not seeing the sun after work.  The only time i see the sun is at lunch or on a day off.  Is that healthy?  I mean seriously... I want to move to someplace warm where i can see the sun.  I just turned the space heater on.  Maybe that will make me happy and warm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hiring a new designer at my work.  And that means since i am the head artist i am the one that will be doing the interviewing.  I have heard there is a first time for everything, but this seems a bit scary.  Most of the people who come in will be older than me.  That should be interesting.  That should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm i think that i should mention something that i like.  Just to even things out.  I like.... ummm.... the sun. Not sunburns, mind you!  But the sun.  And I like Milk... ha, and i like Sheena, Ariel, Brooke, and sometimes even JP.  ha.  Just kidding JP.  OOO and i like Sarah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there ya go, don't ever say i don't tell ya stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112964524331149072?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112964524331149072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112964524331149072' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112964524331149072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112964524331149072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112953141088427122</id><published>2005-10-16T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:28:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Brooke</title><content type='html'>Did you know that you made it so that I cant post comments on your blog?  Do you not want comments anymore?  Or was that an accident? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112953141088427122?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112953141088427122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112953141088427122' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112953141088427122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112953141088427122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-brooke.html' title='Hey Brooke'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112916010230778203</id><published>2005-10-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:35:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Well, things are moving along nicely with my car.  It is at Mazda getting the things that it needs to carry on in life.  I am on my second day off this week, which is great.  I am sitting here coughing and feeling really quite hungry and lazy.  Yesterday was great!  Am i allowed to talk about it yet?  is the secret fully out?  My legs are soar from squatting in those bushes, but I loved it!  It is amazing how God can write your love story.  I don't know how much more that i can say.  When i can blab about it more i will log on...  I would just like to say to no one in particular, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEKAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112916010230778203?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112916010230778203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112916010230778203' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112916010230778203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112916010230778203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112895890602946141</id><published>2005-10-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:41:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sad...</title><content type='html'>Lady hit Rena's new car... Rena VERY ANGRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112895890602946141?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112895890602946141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112895890602946141' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112895890602946141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112895890602946141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-sad.html' title='More Sad...'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112863512899979481</id><published>2005-10-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:45:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>I got pop in my phone...sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... IT STILL WORKS!!! Thanks, Jesus! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112863512899979481?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112863512899979481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112863512899979481' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112863512899979481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112863512899979481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112862278319119620</id><published>2005-10-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:19:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Thumbprint</title><content type='html'>I saw God's thumbprint this morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Blog surfing and I came across the blog of someone who was openly struggling.  Her life was falling apart and she was leaning on God to the best of her ability through it.  I was really encouraged to see God at work in her life and to see how she was leaning so heavily on Him.  I got the opportunity to respond, i don't really know if what i said helped, but i know that knowing that people are praying and that they care is such a powerful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got to work and got an email from a woman whose husband had just had a stroke and that she was sorry that it had taken her so long to get things together.  I wrote back to her and among other things told her that her husband would be in my thoughts and prayers today.  Seems like such a simple thing to say, and i was sort of afraid to say it, being that this is a business and i know nothing about her religious beliefs.  But i did it anyway.  I got a response from her.  She was so encouraged that someone would care that didn't know her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is moving people.  It might not be pillars of fire from the sky to guide us, or parting of the ocean or any traffic before us.  But He is active in our lives and He is the web that is connecting us all together and making us one family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112862278319119620?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112862278319119620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112862278319119620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112862278319119620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112862278319119620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/gods-thumbprint.html' title='God&apos;s Thumbprint'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112849702657549260</id><published>2005-10-05T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:27:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God And ME</title><content type='html'>God has this interesting way of getting my attention:  Imagine that you are driving on a serene country road with no one around.  You come around a bend and suddenly out of no where a tree falls FROM THE HEAVENS and lands on the road in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are jealous of how clear God communicates to me, I can tell.  I like to think that it is because we are tight, God and I.  But really... probably, it is because i am slow on the uptake... I don't always get it right away... i am really great at seeing that small picture that matters so much to me as opposed to the quite larger one in God's view.  So with that being said you are forwarned that you a reading a veiw of God from my perspective... sort of a dummy guide if you will.  I didn't write the guide, i just read it from the bible sometimes and sometimes it happens to fall on my head in the form of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that God has a HUGE plan.  I haven't quite gotten to the part where i have it all figured out but i think that i might be getting closer... If i happen to get there and i am not already dead i will post it here for you, so, STAY TUNED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112849702657549260?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112849702657549260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112849702657549260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112849702657549260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112849702657549260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/god-and-me.html' title='God And ME'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112847255962692242</id><published>2005-10-04T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:35:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Falls Print Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7724/1040/1600/pfprinter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7724/1040/320/pfprinter4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Paul took this picture in Post falls, i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112847255962692242?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112847255962692242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112847255962692242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112847255962692242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112847255962692242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/post-falls-print-shop.html' title='Post Falls Print Shop'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112846019327811468</id><published>2005-10-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:09:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is boring...</title><content type='html'>I wanna go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112846019327811468?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112846019327811468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112846019327811468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112846019327811468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112846019327811468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/work-is-boring.html' title='Work is boring...'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112838703472668318</id><published>2005-10-03T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:50:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Life</title><content type='html'>Life is a funny thing.  There are things that are genuinely funny and there are things that are sad.  Then there are the things in between.  Like an overcast day without rain.  That is what today is.  Nothing more than "in between."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112838703472668318?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112838703472668318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112838703472668318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112838703472668318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112838703472668318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/about-life.html' title='About Life'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112838621844265296</id><published>2005-10-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:36:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings in 2006</title><content type='html'>We are off to a great start already and it isn't even 2006 yet!  Hey if you are looking for a wedding videographer that captures those precious moments perfectly and with personality look no further.  We are booking for the 2006-2007 season right now.  To veiw our portfolio please click the "Pounderosa Website" link to the right.  Thank you so much for your time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112838621844265296?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112838621844265296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112838621844265296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112838621844265296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112838621844265296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/weddings-in-2006.html' title='Weddings in 2006'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-112838606113031514</id><published>2005-10-03T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:34:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought a new car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7724/1040/1600/Picture%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7724/1040/320/Picture%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new mazda 3.  This is what it looks like.  I think that I will be very poor now.  But that is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-112838606113031514?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/112838606113031514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=112838606113031514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112838606113031514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/112838606113031514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-bought-new-car.html' title='I bought a new car!'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336337.post-111411217023144027</id><published>2005-04-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T12:36:10.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEB DESIGN</title><content type='html'>I have recently had alot of request for web site designs... what are people charging for web designs lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336337-111411217023144027?l=pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/111411217023144027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336337&amp;postID=111411217023144027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/111411217023144027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336337/posts/default/111411217023144027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pounderosaproductions.blogspot.com/2005/04/web-design.html' title='WEB DESIGN'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668077472331427421</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
