<?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-541230898157525045</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:41:46.915-04:00</updated><category term='music'/><title type='text'>MalKaye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-6288162309280250960</id><published>2010-06-08T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:22:35.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see a light that is coming... for the heart that holds on.</title><content type='html'>I really don't like when I have days like today. Days where I am just cranky for &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; reason. Everything and everyone just annoys me. It was really hard to shake out of my funk... but thankfully I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my mom who will just hug me &amp;amp; let me vent. Thank God for my boyfriend who calls to tell me how he is going to save money - just because he knows that will make me happy. Thank God for Panera Bread. Thank God for genuine, loving, awesome friends who always seem to brighten my day. Basically just &lt;b&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/TA7eBhRL5nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Sp4zmotmeAs/s1600/Rainbow,+end+of+a+storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/TA7eBhRL5nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Sp4zmotmeAs/s320/Rainbow,+end+of+a+storm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I suppose there is always a rainbow at the end of every storm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-6288162309280250960?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6288162309280250960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=6288162309280250960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/6288162309280250960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/6288162309280250960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-can-see-light-that-is-coming-for.html' title='I can see a light that is coming... for the heart that holds on.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/TA7eBhRL5nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Sp4zmotmeAs/s72-c/Rainbow,+end+of+a+storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-823118287639782103</id><published>2010-06-06T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:11:21.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Every word feels like a shooting star.</title><content type='html'>Today I have been enjoying some good music. I have such a great appreciation for singers - probably because that is one thing that I wished I was. I have been watching all these videos of Kara DioGuardi. As much as she annoys me sometimes on American Idol (haha), she is a truly amazing singer! Just effortless, natural talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about acoustic songs too that really gets me. It's like you can truly feel the emotion of the song, which I adore. That is why I love music so much. Great songs can express all your emotions better than just saying the words. For me, music is like my medicine. If I'm sad, it allows me to grieve or it can make me feel better. A song can lift my mood, release my anger, or put me into total relaxation... all in a matter of minutes. How powerful is that! Gosh, I wish I had that talent. I would use it all the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Kara singing a song called "Terrified" (fyi: song doesn't start till about 2 minutes in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/OTeBtw9Jhsc/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTeBtw9Jhsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTeBtw9Jhsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-823118287639782103?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/823118287639782103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=823118287639782103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/823118287639782103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/823118287639782103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/every-word-feels-like-shooting-star.html' title='Every word feels like a shooting star.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-7315047433830577864</id><published>2010-03-06T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:45:11.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>* Under Construction *</title><content type='html'>I plan on reviving my blog soon. Stay posted!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-7315047433830577864?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7315047433830577864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=7315047433830577864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7315047433830577864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7315047433830577864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-construction.html' title='* Under Construction *'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-5631584933009700083</id><published>2009-08-26T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:45:30.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you &amp; that's all I really know. :)</title><content type='html'>I have been a Taylor Swift fan since she first became big, but looking at her myspace (via twitter) makes me love her more because she isn't fake or letting stardom go to her head. She is a 19 year old girl who happens to be famous &amp;amp; she likes to share with the world what that is like. She makes these videos with her friends, family, people on tour with her, etc.. just hanging out (and always plays the best songs). She is a huge goofball &amp;amp; I could totally picture me &amp;amp; my friends doing similar stuff. Ha. Anyway.. if you love Taylor, check out her fun videos:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/taylorswift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://taylorswift.com/images/111108_405x195.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 125px;" src="http://taylorswift.com/images/111108_405x195.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am determined to go see her when she is in the vicinity... either Grand Rapids, Cleveland or Indianapolis. I will go alone if I have to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-5631584933009700083?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5631584933009700083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=5631584933009700083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5631584933009700083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5631584933009700083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-thats-all-i-really-know.html' title='I love you &amp; that&apos;s all I really know. :)'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-2737534394869661348</id><published>2009-05-04T16:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:16:13.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she grew up on the side of the road.. where the church bells ring &amp; strong love grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I initially wrote this post on 5/4/09. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just change things up &amp;amp; post it now (1/27/10) because I'm bored. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 85%;"&gt;What's your current obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Antebellum's song "American Honey". I keep listening to it over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over... :)&lt;br /&gt;And my other obsession right now is finding a job.. and researching my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cross necklace Ricky bought me.. and the ring he bought me... and my "M" necklace I got for high school graduation. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you wearing today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have on Truman sweatpants and a SEMCA t-shirt. Representin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is today special?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's another day that I am alive &amp;amp; well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you like to learn to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things.... off the top of my head... skateboard, snowboard, drive a stick shift, play piano, cook, dance... etc.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's for dinner today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one piece of Marina's pizza... it was only okay because my brother got it with green peppers &amp;amp; onions - yuck! So I had to try to pick it off. And now I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the last thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite weather?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spring weather. Not too hot, not too cold. Sometimes a warm, rainy day. And I also looove summer nights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your most challenging goal right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... well the challenge of making money, trying to find a steady job (preferably that will give me good experience), and taking steps to get myself into a grad program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Good question. I haven't seen everywhere, so it's hard to pick somewhere without knowing. I would probably pick somewhere in the USA because I don't know that I could go too far away from my family right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you like to have in your hands right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good to eat &amp;amp; drink. And some cookies. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you like to get rid of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money problems. (and my stress since it's causing cold sores &amp;amp; bad skin ew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere warm. Right at this very moment, I'd like to be in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite thing about the city you live in? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tough one. Overall, I think my city is pretty decent... I guess I'll pick our famous Heritage Park. It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you had $150 now what would you spend it on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small getaway for the boyfriend &amp;amp; I. I think we deserve it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you admire anyone's style?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really any one person in particular. I have ZERO style so I like lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe your personal style.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual &amp;amp; comfortable. I guess. I need a personal stylist. Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite way to spend a day off from work? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying in bed watching my favorite shows. Lol. Lameeee, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are three live shows that you have seen?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez you only want me to pick 3?? Okay, I'll try to pick 3 very different ones.. Coldplay (twice), Ashlee Simpson (twice), and Kenny Chesney (twice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-2737534394869661348?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2737534394869661348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=2737534394869661348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/2737534394869661348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/2737534394869661348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-grew-up-on-side-of-road-where.html' title='she grew up on the side of the road.. where the church bells ring &amp; strong love grows'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-8877950974286674649</id><published>2009-04-23T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:02:19.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your savior?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ladiesdotdotdot.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/hamilton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 183px;" src="http://ladiesdotdotdot.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/hamilton1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this story is somewhat old news... but I'm glad it is still getting talked about.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on ESPN, they had a special called Homecoming with Josh Hamilton. It was awesome to hear his story &amp;amp; I'm so happy that he is sharing it. There is no explanation as to why he became clean, except that, like he said, "It's a God thing." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2926447"&gt;Proof that hope is never lost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-8877950974286674649?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8877950974286674649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=8877950974286674649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8877950974286674649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8877950974286674649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/who.html' title='Who&apos;s your savior?'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-7972365635959352387</id><published>2009-04-20T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:08:24.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seems so simple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Sep4Tkvy-ZI/AAAAAAAAIrs/eR4-QlH3Ux8/s1600/connection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Sep4Tkvy-ZI/AAAAAAAAIrs/eR4-QlH3Ux8/s1600/connection.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-7972365635959352387?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7972365635959352387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=7972365635959352387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7972365635959352387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7972365635959352387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/seems-so-simple.html' title='seems so simple...'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Sep4Tkvy-ZI/AAAAAAAAIrs/eR4-QlH3Ux8/s72-c/connection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-5361320048980985028</id><published>2009-04-13T00:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:09:46.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found God at the corner of First &amp; Amistad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/tuggumkee/DTS%20Brisbane/JESUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 174px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/tuggumkee/DTS%20Brisbane/JESUS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was Easter weekend. To me, the most important weekend of my faith. And both services I went to were great. I love how every year at this time, it seems to really hit home for me and many others of how important (and gratifying) it is to keep your faith strong. Obedience to God will result in an awesome life filled with love, joy, fulfillment and peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank you Jesus! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-5361320048980985028?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5361320048980985028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=5361320048980985028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5361320048980985028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5361320048980985028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-god-at-corner-of-first-amistad.html' title='I found God at the corner of First &amp; Amistad.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-145989190987820000</id><published>2009-04-06T14:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:50:11.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you keep your balance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x7/caspar515/caspar016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 188px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x7/caspar515/caspar016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you get that balance between having a healthy, happy relationship with your significant other AND your friends? That has been my struggle as of lately. Some days are better than others. Sometimes I just don't care. And other times I want to make everything right. But, to be honest, I don't think it is possible to have it all. I wish I could say that there is a way, but no matter what there will be hurt feelings, people feeling left out, not enough time spent together, etc, etc...  I blame it on not having enough time in the day. Haha. Obviously, that is not something I can fix, so we can forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've kinda been on both sides of this issue.&lt;br /&gt;I've been the single one, while most of my friends around me had a significant other. And yes, I didn't see some of them as much as I was used to before. It is difficult to be understanding about it because you just want to hang out with your friend! I would think "My goodness! Don't you see your boyfriend enough? Can't you spend more time with meeee?" (Doesn't it seem like every issue in life is about what makes "me" feel better? Human beings are so selfish. Me included. It's sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am, on the other side. Do I see my boyfriend every day? Yup. Do I see my friends a lot less? Yup. And why is that??? I don't quite have the answer. But I think I understand it a lot better now that I am in the relationship I am in now. It's not that I want to lose my friends, or be less of a friend to them. (I mean who wants to get the love of their life &amp;amp; then have no friends to be in the wedding? Haha.)  I think some people get lucky &amp;amp; find that person that they want to spend their time with. The person that makes you happy &amp;amp; makes you want to be better for them. And should you get to the point where that thing called marriage comes into the picture... that person is the one you are "stuck" with for the rest of your life. Not your friends. Yes, every relationship is different. Some people don't need to see each other everyday to be happy - but my opinion is that healthy, strong relationships take effort &amp;amp; work, which requires time put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong... it's not like you shouldn't have that outlet of having friends. Friends are extremelyyyyy important. You shouldn't push them aside or sweep them under a rug. You shouldn't just disappear &amp;amp; not be there for a friend, and expect them to be there for you when you need them. I would hope that my friends would know I will continue to be there for them whenever they need me, even if I am in a relationship. I have friends who I feel are true &amp;amp; genuine and I would never want to lose them. And I think - at least in my case - I know that each of my friends has been in a similar situation as me, where I have lost touch with them at some point in time. So I think some people are more understanding than others. I think it just takes extra effort - with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; parties - to keep the friendship strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there is this big shift as soon as a person gets in a relationship. I feel like you get excluded from things. Suddenly all responsibility seems to sit on the person in the relationship to make any plans to hang out, or be the one to pick up the phone to call. I also think that it seems like you can't hang out as a group. I think that is why couples tend to start to hang with other couples. It's almost like there is less pressure. And you can all hang out without anyone feeling 'left out'. I don't think this is how it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be. It just seems like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all relationships in life could be like a family relationship. It's no pressure, unconditional love &amp;amp; understanding. I find myself hanging around the house more, and I like it. No matter what these are the people going to be there for me through thick &amp;amp; thin. I don't have to feel like I'm the worst person if I don't call them one day, or that it's my sole responsibility to keep the relationship strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the solution to it all? I have no idea. I sort of feel like I'm a unique point in my life. In some ways, I feel I am at a much different stage than some of my friends, which causes the distance. But I'm still going to try to work it out.... with everyone. Hopefully, I'll get a little help though because the stress may kill me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-145989190987820000?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/145989190987820000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=145989190987820000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/145989190987820000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/145989190987820000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-keep-your-balance.html' title='Can you keep your balance?'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-6238755678784720373</id><published>2009-04-06T00:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:38:24.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>It's a big, slushy, snowy mess outside. Ugh. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is April 6th. That's Michigan for ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-6238755678784720373?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6238755678784720373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=6238755678784720373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/6238755678784720373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/6238755678784720373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-4863241285471827301</id><published>2009-04-02T00:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:27:48.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my prayer in the desert. When all that's within me feels dry.</title><content type='html'>My whole life it seems like everyone else has known what they wanted to do, but me. They know their path in life, they know their talent - their gift to the world. But what is mine? I seriously have no idea. I really don't think I have a talent. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;What is even scarier is that in just over a month, I'm going to be graduated (minus the one course that I must take in the spring). I will have that bachelor's degree! Woo! But.. for what? Haha. Funny, but not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I know there is a plan for me. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;/span&gt; I have a destiny. I just can't help but feel a little impatient because I haven't been let in on what EXACTLY that is!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see opportunities... but I don't take that leap. Sometimes I feel I missed my chance. But that can't be right... right? I just haven't felt strongly about anything in particular... like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what I am supposed to be doing. Nope, never felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;Come on... can't I get a little help? Please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/fileburner/searching.gif?t=1238646333"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 57px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/fileburner/searching.gif?t=1238646333" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-4863241285471827301?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4863241285471827301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=4863241285471827301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/4863241285471827301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/4863241285471827301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-prayer-in-desert-when-all.html' title='This is my prayer in the desert. When all that&apos;s within me feels dry.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-2287958434540060517</id><published>2009-03-30T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:47:52.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I can't find this song anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;this has been the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;video I can find where I can listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;I heard it for the first time at epic quite some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. it's an amazing worship song that I love &amp;amp; wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zg4cYdP1ngw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zg4cYdP1ngw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-2287958434540060517?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2287958434540060517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=2287958434540060517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/2287958434540060517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/2287958434540060517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-5065630902664284575</id><published>2009-03-10T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:59:09.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get out of this town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than 2 days till I will be in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;excited for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryinns.com/chi/images/hotels/FLLAKELD/FLLAKELDL03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.countryinns.com/chi/images/hotels/FLLAKELD/FLLAKELDL03.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tigers games we will be going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/950005110_6fff2d7d16.jpg?v=1230076908"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 119px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/950005110_6fff2d7d16.jpg?v=1230076908" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sunshine &amp;amp; palm trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insideflorida.com/images/cities/clearwater_beach_view_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://www.insideflorida.com/images/cities/clearwater_beach_view_medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Relaxing on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;(it's a MUST since my boy has never been to the ocean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And flying. And getting out of this state. And spending time with my family. And the smell of the ocean air. And the 80 degree weather.  And the orange trees. And Chick-Fil-A.&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-5065630902664284575?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5065630902664284575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=5065630902664284575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5065630902664284575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5065630902664284575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-get-out-of-this-town.html' title='Let&apos;s get out of this town.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-7891017492603233438</id><published>2009-03-04T00:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:01:42.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free to be me.</title><content type='html'>On rare occasions, I just have one of those awful days. Where nothing seems to go right. And even when you think it's turned around, something else happens to make it go back down the wrong road again.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, when I'm here resting, relaxing, reflecting... everything is still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning a hard lesson lately.. that sometimes you just can't please everyone. No matter how hard I try. I only have so much time in a day. I spread myself too thin a lot of times &amp;amp; it causes so much stress on me.. unnecessary stress. I may not always make the right decisions, but the people that are there for you at the end of the day, the ones that stick by your side (even if you may not always be around or able to give them 100%) are the ones who are true &amp;amp; genuine and meant to be in your life. I may not end up with everyone I expected or hope for in the end... but I know I've always got my God, my family, and my sugar. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu290/majicruz/imagesCAD5UMO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu290/majicruz/imagesCAD5UMO1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx. 7 days, 19 hours till we are in Floridaaa. Oh how I need this getaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-7891017492603233438?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7891017492603233438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=7891017492603233438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7891017492603233438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7891017492603233438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-free-to-be-me.html' title='I&apos;m free to be me.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-913234387209439380</id><published>2009-02-28T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:52:54.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=3064faa9542c653066dd" quality="high" width="330" height="270" allowscriptaccess="always" name="tangle_video" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fav video of mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find me a black church to go to. Great singing, and 120% excitement for God every week. How awesome would that be! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-913234387209439380?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/913234387209439380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=913234387209439380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/913234387209439380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/913234387209439380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-fav-video-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-7200296609232041645</id><published>2009-02-28T17:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:22:10.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 days and 40 nights</title><content type='html'>Although I grew up in the Catholic Church and have celebrated the concept of Lent my whole life, I still don't have a complete understanding. I guess it's understandable considering not all Christian denominations practice Lent, and each has their own way. It's odd because now that I don't quite follow the "Catholic ways" and have found my faith can be strong in other ways.. Lent makes more sense to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days is symbolic to the days Jesus spent in the tomb. Many say that Lent is a time to prepare for the death &amp;amp; resurrection of Jesus on Easter (which is the most important holiday in the Christian religion). A person may 'prepare' by fasting or prayer. To me, when people choose to give up something during this time (an addiction or negative thing in their life) it is a symbol of their dedication to Jesus and his ways. He suffered for us, so as a believer, I feel like I can "suffer" for Him in a small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo I have chose to give up Facebook &amp;amp; MySpace for Lent. Honestly, I feel quite lame to even have to do that. But I've found just in the short time that has passed that I do spend quite some time on there. I do it just because I'm bored, but in reality, there are much more productive things I can do with my time. No one thinks I can do it, but I really don't think it's going to be that hard. I'm quite excited to prove that I'm stronger than everyone thinks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i478.photobucket.com/albums/rr149/en08ejl/FacebookSucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://i478.photobucket.com/albums/rr149/en08ejl/FacebookSucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there is one exception - I can go on MySpace on Sundays to check on my brother. He is far away in Denver &amp;amp; I like to stay updated and he posts pics. But I haven't even done that yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-7200296609232041645?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7200296609232041645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=7200296609232041645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7200296609232041645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/7200296609232041645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/40-days-and-40-nights.html' title='40 days and 40 nights'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-8957931621427139772</id><published>2009-02-24T00:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:39:24.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600 minutes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff246/sofunnay_91/rollercoaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 113px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff246/sofunnay_91/rollercoaster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an absolute rollercoaster my life has been the past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I blame anatomy for the complete breakdown &amp;amp; endless tears... the emotions all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not used to the drops... the lows where you feel like you will never see another light at the end of the tunnel. I just felt like a complete let down to so many. And really... I don't know. Those 3 words sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like to concentrate on the negative for too long....&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. the upside of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rent at the Opera House - interesting, fun. I enjoy the theatre scene (for the most part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So very close to finally choosing to be a 'member' of a church (again)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Booked a flight to Florida :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Classes are going fabulously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I love the daily reminders of how lucky I am to have him in my life. (132)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-8957931621427139772?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8957931621427139772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=8957931621427139772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8957931621427139772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8957931621427139772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/525600-minutes-measure-seasons-of-love.html' title='525,600 minutes....'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-5115680704908292700</id><published>2009-02-16T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:20:43.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every generation refreshes the world.</title><content type='html'>Pepsi always makes the best commercials. I think this one is SO awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIbs3sFGdbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIbs3sFGdbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-5115680704908292700?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5115680704908292700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=5115680704908292700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5115680704908292700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5115680704908292700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-generation-refreshes-world.html' title='Every generation refreshes the world.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-624169016492625042</id><published>2009-02-11T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:49:40.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the rain come down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo353/_-KennedY-_/raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 178px;" src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo353/_-KennedY-_/raining.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I've always liked the rain. Well, let me clarify.. rain when it is somewhat warm outside (ha). Like today. I loved today's weather. Don't get me wrong - I do love my sunny days. And I'm really not a depressing person. There is just something about those rainy days that put me in such a good mood. Maybe I should move to Seattle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p160/chris10af/puddle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 179px;" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p160/chris10af/puddle.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- this is always fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-624169016492625042?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/624169016492625042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=624169016492625042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/624169016492625042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/624169016492625042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-rain-come-down.html' title='Let the rain come down.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-8768735358953485435</id><published>2009-02-09T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:53:58.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back back back... back again again again??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00021883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00021883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLINK 182 IS BAAACKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes Travis will be able to make music with a broken arm. I saw him play a whole show with a broken thumb. Talented? Yes, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-8768735358953485435?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8768735358953485435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=8768735358953485435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8768735358953485435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8768735358953485435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-whos-back-back-back-back-again_09.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back back back... back again again again??'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-8865784458776950721</id><published>2009-02-08T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:40:50.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... and the clock just always seems to say 32.</title><content type='html'>It's late. I shouldn't be on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the way people think sometimes. Or how a person can truly be so mean or have no regard for other people's feelings? And I can't help but feel a little... almost betrayed that close friends can associate so much with that... I've let it go, but there is still that part of me that just wants to shake them &amp;amp; ask why? But I honestly pray for the best.. because, at this point, that is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that life can be okay, living it in different ways. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-8865784458776950721?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8865784458776950721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=8865784458776950721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8865784458776950721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8865784458776950721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-clock-just-always-seems-to-say-32.html' title='... and the clock just always seems to say 32.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-3262842008709402912</id><published>2009-02-01T04:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:29:37.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things.</title><content type='html'>Here is another old post (originally wrote on 2/1/09 - posted 1/31/10). I posted this on facebook, but wanted to share on here. It's fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always push down all the bubble things on my lids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a big fear of becoming obese because I know I tend to be lazy &amp;amp; will not be able to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I truly wish I could go to school forever because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As much as it might not seem like it, I really don't enjoy having a cell phone. If I didn't feel like I needed it with me for safety, I wouldn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I could listen to live worship music everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I would love to have someone buy my clothes for me because I know nothing about style. But everything would have to be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I do not like when people touch my face. I can just feel the germs being transferred. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When I can start seeing my fingernails above my fingers, it's about time to cut them (it messes up my bowling game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate everything about mornings - the feeling, the sun rising, the birds chirping, eating when I'm not even awake (and I love eating!). Night time is when I am most alert &amp;amp; happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 409 Marion may have been a dirty, smelly old house, but I loooved living with those 2 boys - even when they accidentally texted me saying I was a bi*ch or let the dishes pile up for weeks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I never want to admit it, but I am turning into my dad in that I'm always late for things! It seems I always get caught up in talking to my parents, or doing laundry (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am obsessed with being organized. I love it. But my room always seems to be a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to get married in April, just like my parents and my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm still not sick of Taylor Swift's "Love Story" - or sick of singing it at the top of my lungs with Ricky in the car. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I still don't feel like I actually graduated college &amp;amp; earned a bachelors degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have always wished I went to Notre Dame - because of my grandpa's love for the school &amp;amp; because in 7th grade we got to visit the campus and I thought it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I feel like every time I order food I have to say "no tomato, no onion please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I will have a fountain Mountain Dew in my house when I am older. That will guarantee my dad will come visit me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My parents took my brother &amp;amp; I on the best family vacations every year when we were younger. We experienced a lot &amp;amp; I didn't truly appreciate that till I got older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I always get teary eyed anytime I hear about a military person serving overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I think Super Mario Bros 3 on original Nintendo is the greatest game ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I have never tried a drug or smoked a cigarette in my life and am quite proud of that. But I have puffed on a Black N' Mild back in the day - but didn't inhale! ;)  They just smell soo good!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My mother is my best friend. :) I tell her everything &amp;amp; call her a million times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My pretty Saturn Aura is named Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I think I have played every sport at one time or another - soccer, baseball (only girl on the team ha), basketball, cheerleading, ice skating, gymnastics, bowling, tennis, volleyball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-3262842008709402912?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3262842008709402912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=3262842008709402912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/3262842008709402912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/3262842008709402912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html' title='25 Things.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-489628098112891388</id><published>2009-02-01T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:45:54.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in love with this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCAxDqkFBMk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCAxDqkFBMk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on Earth, God's work must truly be our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John F. Kennedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-489628098112891388?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/489628098112891388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=489628098112891388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/489628098112891388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/489628098112891388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-in-love-with-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-5978483561358104618</id><published>2009-01-29T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:10:55.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 29 year old professor told us she just found out that an old friend of hers was killed in Afghanistan this past week. It was a voluntary, third tour in a noncombat situation. They were only a couple weeks apart in age. 29 years old. My prof said how it was one of those friends where they lost touch over the years, but she had always meant to try to get in contact with but just never found the time. It's crazy how you truly never know when you might never talk to someone again, or when your own life can be cut so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really try to remember that fact every day, but it's easy to lose sight of it. We get in petty arguments, hold grudges, get angry, don't appreciate the good &amp;amp; instead focus on the bad. A lot of energy is wasted with the negative, and I'm making it a goal of mine to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think God created this earth and us as human beings to stop talking to a friend because they didn't call you back or curse out a driver who just cut you off on the freeway (ha).&lt;br /&gt;We are here as followers of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest commandment?&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus replied: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Love the Lord with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' &lt;/span&gt;This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Love your neighbor as yourself.'&lt;/span&gt;"   (Matthew 22:37-39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa94/jessika_3_2007/Other/life-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 306px;" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa94/jessika_3_2007/Other/life-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-5978483561358104618?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5978483561358104618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=5978483561358104618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5978483561358104618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5978483561358104618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/appreciating-life.html' title='Appreciating Life.'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa94/jessika_3_2007/Other/th_life-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-5501262455726940294</id><published>2009-01-26T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:57:00.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman gave birth to eight babies in Southern California today.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT! Are you serious?!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how on earth someone could give birth to EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lil-fingers.com/coloring/images/colorpage-no8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.lil-fingers.com/coloring/images/colorpage-no8.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They probably aren't as cute as the Gosselins though. Hehe. Speaking of them, Jon &amp;amp; Kate will be on in 6 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-5501262455726940294?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5501262455726940294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=5501262455726940294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5501262455726940294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/5501262455726940294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman-gave-birth-to-eight-babies-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-157432625825805765</id><published>2009-01-25T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:00:01.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.probowlingballs.com/images/products/Storm/BowlingBalls/StormTropicalBlackPinkPearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.probowlingballs.com/images/products/Storm/BowlingBalls/StormTropicalBlackPinkPearl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of my new bubble gum smelling ball...&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to start looking and throwing like a "real" bowler. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to Saturday nights every week. Our league is fun. And I don't really get sick of bowling - even when I have a bad night (or am inconsistent like the past 2 weeks). I'm glad I found something I love &amp;amp; can do for many more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xoutbowlinggear.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/bowling2.jpg.w560h420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.xoutbowlinggear.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/bowling2.jpg.w560h420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-157432625825805765?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/157432625825805765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=157432625825805765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/157432625825805765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/157432625825805765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-help-of-my-new-bubble-gum-smelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-8001087022478615011</id><published>2009-01-21T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:23:25.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 44th President of the United States</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KhBLpRKFSE/SXatp5q383I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hgwnA_cuxhI/s400/84373861_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KhBLpRKFSE/SXatp5q383I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hgwnA_cuxhI/s400/84373861_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting swore in... with his hand on the greatest book ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."&lt;br /&gt;-President Barack Obama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-8001087022478615011?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8001087022478615011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=8001087022478615011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8001087022478615011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8001087022478615011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-44th-president-of-united-states.html' title='Our 44th President of the United States'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KhBLpRKFSE/SXatp5q383I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hgwnA_cuxhI/s72-c/84373861_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-8635383287805687868</id><published>2008-11-14T15:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:51:30.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this post in a friends blog awhile back &amp;amp; have always wanted to post it so what better time than the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;It's quiet. It's early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;In a few moments, the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day. The calm of solitude will be replaced by the pounding of the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day's demands. It is now I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I'm free to choose. And so I choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I CHOOSE LOVE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;No occasion justifies hatred;&lt;br /&gt;no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love.&lt;br /&gt;Today I will love God and what God loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I CHOOSE JOY…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;I will refuse the temptation to be cynical…&lt;br /&gt;the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;people as anything less than human beings,&lt;br /&gt;created by God. I will refuse to see any problem as&lt;br /&gt;anything less than an opportunity to see God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I CHOOSE PEACE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I CHOOSE PATIENCE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I will overlook the inconveniences of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of cursing the one who takes my place, I'll&lt;br /&gt;invite him to do so. Rather than complain that the&lt;br /&gt;wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment&lt;br /&gt;to pray. Instead of clenching my fist at new&lt;br /&gt;assignments, I will face them with joy and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CHOOSE KINDNESS…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I will be kind to the poor, for they are alone.&lt;br /&gt;I will be kind to the rich, for they are afraid. And kind to&lt;br /&gt;the unkind, for such is how God has treated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I CHOOSE GOODNESS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I will go without a dollar&lt;br /&gt;before I take a dishonest one. I will be overlooked&lt;br /&gt;before I will boast. I will confess before I will&lt;br /&gt;accuse. I choose goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I CHOOSE FAITHFULNESS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Today I will keep my promises.&lt;br /&gt;My debtors will not regret their trust. My associates&lt;br /&gt;will not question my word. My wife will not&lt;br /&gt;question my love. And my children will never fear&lt;br /&gt;that their father will not come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionsub"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I CHOOSE GENTLENESS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle.&lt;br /&gt;If I raise my voice, may it be only in praise.&lt;br /&gt;If I clench my fist, may it only be in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;If I make a demand, may it only be of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CHOOSE SELF-CONTROL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am a spiritual being…&lt;br /&gt;After this body is dead, my spirit will soar.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to let what will rot rule the eternal.&lt;br /&gt;I choose self-control. I will be drunk only by joy.&lt;br /&gt;I will be impassioned only by my faith.&lt;br /&gt;I will be influenced only by God.&lt;br /&gt;I will be taught only by Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I choose self-control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="indented"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness,&lt;br /&gt;faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.&lt;br /&gt;To these I commit my day.&lt;br /&gt;If I succeed, I will give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;If I fail, I will seek His grace.&lt;br /&gt;And then, when this day is done,&lt;br /&gt;I will place my head on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;~Max Lucad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-8635383287805687868?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8635383287805687868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=8635383287805687868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8635383287805687868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/8635383287805687868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-read-this-post-in-friends-blog-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-1863932946071555096</id><published>2008-11-05T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:33:51.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday, as I endured 15 hours of standing in one spot, repeating the same line 999 times with little food or sleep, I still couldn't help but feel proud of our country. This may all seem a little sappy, but it's the truth. Finally people came out to vote and let their voice  be heard... with no complaining about the 2 hour long wait. We exercised our right as citizens of the United States of America to put our two cents in on how we feel our country should be run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I watched Obama's speech, I couldn't help but feel a bit emotional. This history that just occurred is monumental. I think our country is finally coming to a point where people can see that race means nothing except that we may look a little different. I think black America deserves to stand up and be proud of getting where they are at today. If the tables were turned, any white person would feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article this morning that said imagine a young child who sees Obama not as a black man, or former Presidents as white men, but just as that. A president. It's definitely a new day in America &amp;amp; I am very proud that I could be a part of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many people may not be happy about Obama getting elected... you can watch youtube videos that Bob down the street made about how he has ulterior motives, or read about how his church is a 'black power' type of church, but I choose to believe that he means what he says and wants to unite &amp;amp; change this country for the better. Call me naive (I probably am since I got my phone stolen yesterday leaving it out thinking no one would do that with me standing 2 feet away).. but I'd much rather live my life thinking that people are good, than bad.  Will Obama follow through with his promises and lead us to better days? We will have to wait and see about that... but at least take the second to appreciate this huge accomplishment our country achieved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything I do want to say...&lt;br /&gt;God bless America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/american-flag-2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 101px;" src="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/american-flag-2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-1863932946071555096?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1863932946071555096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=1863932946071555096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/1863932946071555096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/1863932946071555096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-as-i-endured-15-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-6579016654363474375</id><published>2008-10-16T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:42:07.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking through campus, I look around &amp;amp; what do I see... nearly every single person with their cell phone. Mostly texting. Some chatting. Others just taking a glance - waiting for a missed call/text. Checking the time, or e-mail. Surfing the Internet. Taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society has become so obsessed with cell phones. It's hard to imagine that just 35 years ago, no one had even heard of a cell phone. Now people literally don't know how to live without them.  In class, the majority of students have their cell phones out... most text throughout a lecture. And you always have those people who forget to silence them, and they go off in the middle of the professor's talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm not one of these people, who permanently has their cell phone on them. But sometimes it just becomes too much. I would absolutely love to just have a week with no cell phone. But, in reality, I don't know if I could deal with it (at least for the first few days). When I'm bored, I text. I can't help it. It's become such a habit for me. And I think people would worry if I didn't. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do think I feel an experiment coming on soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kennesaw.edu/library/images/nocell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://www.kennesaw.edu/library/images/nocell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-6579016654363474375?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6579016654363474375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=6579016654363474375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/6579016654363474375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/6579016654363474375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-through-campus-i-look-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541230898157525045.post-3341846391644749997</id><published>2008-09-25T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:28:07.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and I wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/SNvx99VhtzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UoCH0eNE-mw/s1600-h/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/SNvx99VhtzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UoCH0eNE-mw/s320/grave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250055837369612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I read PostSecret every week (as do millions of others) and although I can relate to some, and there are some silly ones that I could have potentially posted - this is one that really hit home for me.&lt;br /&gt;I think this thought constantly. I think about the last things I say to people before I leave for the day or talk to them on the phone. God is the only one that can control whether or not I will see them again. It's not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;something bad to happen, just so I can say that I've had tragedy. But it's almost not fair. So many people that have really realized how precious life is, have had some huge tragic event that caused them to realize what they should be holding on to (God). It's a test of their faith.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if for me, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; test. Can I really remain a strong believer &amp;amp; align my ways with Christ when my life continues to be good regardless of how strong my walk with Him is? I know that I can't push Jesus aside long before it will all come crashing down... but I feel like I'm treading a line, where once I cross it.. that's when the tragedy will hit.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/541230898157525045-3341846391644749997?l=malkaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3341846391644749997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=541230898157525045&amp;postID=3341846391644749997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/3341846391644749997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/541230898157525045/posts/default/3341846391644749997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malkaye.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-wait.html' title='and I wait...'/><author><name>Mal Kaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789872383601190547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/S3x1qTmLwhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FMLbEWl6kFg/S220/IMG_0258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EgOWbRNv3Lk/SNvx99VhtzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UoCH0eNE-mw/s72-c/grave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
