<?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-33854148</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:35:36.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babblin' Bailey Babes</title><subtitle type='html'>The Bailey Babes...gabbin' and blabbin' our way through the world...Loud and Proud!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-4906825612086116656</id><published>2008-04-25T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:47:46.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We missed it!</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy with school it is unbelievable!!!  I just checked my comments and I missed World Blog Day!  I'm pretty angry with myself.  Oh well...this summer the blog will come back to life.  Starting May first I will be finished with school.  That is when I'll start!!  haha  ok  see ya then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-4906825612086116656?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/4906825612086116656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=4906825612086116656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4906825612086116656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4906825612086116656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-missed-it.html' title='We missed it!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-3400122655618778923</id><published>2008-02-06T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:30:34.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could run...</title><content type='html'>At the very beginning of last semester, I went to an information meeting for Pre-nursing students.  I walked in about five minutes late so I did not catch the first part of the first presentation, so I was not quite sure what it was about.  A man was a the front of the room talking about an opportunity for Nursing students to have their schooling completely paid for, to travel around the country, and alot of other things that I have forgotten about now, but that really appealed to me at the time.  Eventually I realized that he was talking about the ROTC.  My mind immediatly went from. "Wow!  That sounds amazing" to "Oh my goodness!  You can't be in the army!!"  haha  He spoke for a really long time though, and the more he talked, the more I wanted to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all hyped up about it until he started talking about how a requirment for this program was an early morning routine involving lots and lots of running, push ups, and all this athletic-y stuff I have never been any good at.  The truth is that I HATE to run and I really couldn't handle that every morning.  The reality of my dream of being a nurse in the military left immediatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pearl Harbor a few nights ago with Dawn and some girls from our dorm, and once again the desire to be a nurse in the military returned.  I don't know what exactly is so appealing to me...Maybe it is the intensity and the excitement.  I would be in the middle of all the action and the things that I would be doing would really matter.  I loved watching the nurses in the movie take charge, spring into action when there was an emergency, run around the hospital in a frantic scene trying to find supplies, and sticking their fingers in a man's artery in order to save his life!  It is so so exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of my desire for it, the simple fact remains that I cannot run, so I won't be going to the Middle East to stick my finger in anyone's artery.  But I definately want to work somewhere where there is excitement and surprise...somewhere that causes my adrenaline to rush!  I am thinking about the Emergency Room in a hospital, or maybe helecopter stuff.  They have special training for nurses who are in helecopters in really serious situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... Can't wait :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-3400122655618778923?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/3400122655618778923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=3400122655618778923' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3400122655618778923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3400122655618778923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-only-i-could-run.html' title='If only I could run...'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-2315599383172860654</id><published>2008-01-31T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:37:35.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have time for 3 sentences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn and I are having Spiderman Mac and Cheese for dinner tonight and we are pretty excited about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our ceiling in our dorm room is leaking and it looks like the liquid that comes out of a colostomy bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day is coming up, anybody need a date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Dawn and Sarah***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-2315599383172860654?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/2315599383172860654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=2315599383172860654' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2315599383172860654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2315599383172860654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-time-for-3-sentences.html' title='I have time for 3 sentences.'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-159365878220583113</id><published>2008-01-11T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:57:37.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Work------&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting much easier now that I am getting used to the way things run at a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is only a partial truth because the actual requirements of the job are sometimes, or most of the time, pretty intense...changing depends on patients who do not respond well to my request for them to roll onto their side (making the job of changing the depends incredibly difficult), cleaning up massive amounts of blood after a patient yanks his catheter out (ouch!!!), taking patients who are literally insane outside to smoke (lots of smoke-yuck-but lots of laughs because crazy people are hilarious!), and constantly running all over the floor fetching things for patients, family members, nurses, or other techs on top of my other duties such as taking vital signs and checking blood glucose levels...&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of work and I definitely feel like I have earned my paycheck at the end of each very long day, but I really like what I am doing. Of course, when it comes time for me to go in to work, I don't jump for joy and squeal like a 7-yr-old birthday girl as she unwraps a bight pink package with a huge polka dot ribbon on top, but I like it. No one WANTS to go to work (at least not most people, maybe Bethany &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gilpin&lt;/span&gt; but she is just weird :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;) but once I get there I feel so useful. I love helping people and being there when they need me. It feels good; and that part totally makes it worth all the other stuff!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;School--------&lt;br /&gt;I am taking 5 classes again this semester. Anatomy, Chemistry, English, Spanish, and History. Anatomy will be basically the same as last semester: same teacher, same expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry will be different this time around. Organic Chemistry has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; less math, which is good, but the homework is set up different. My teacher seems good though.&lt;br /&gt;English will be English. Writing and reading...&lt;br /&gt;Spanish will be the same as last semester; it should be pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;And History---Dawn and I are in the same class so that will be fun, but there is going to be lots of reading!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; I hope it is interesting because I am not the biggest reader out there. I like to write though and the class has a pretty good decent amount of writing, too, so maybe it will be okay :) Hagan had the same teacher that we do (Ireland) and he said he is great, so I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It should be a busy semester, but hey, hard work produces a good work ethic and strong character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-159365878220583113?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/159365878220583113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=159365878220583113' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/159365878220583113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/159365878220583113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-and-school.html' title='Work and School'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-8026820451201914920</id><published>2008-01-03T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:32:08.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful Tips for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;#1  Always write everything down because your memory is not dependable.  You may have to take a whole set of vital signs two times in a row on a none-too-excited patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and #2  Do NOT use the bathroom before going to the doctor's office because they may want you to pee in a cup.  Not a good situation.  No fluid inside the body=no fluid inside the cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-8026820451201914920?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/8026820451201914920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=8026820451201914920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/8026820451201914920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/8026820451201914920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2008/01/helpful-tips-for-day.html' title='Helpful Tips for the Day'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5684059906389912022</id><published>2007-12-29T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:57:36.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>This week I have wiped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  I should just leave it at that.  Nah.  I have worked at the hospital almost everyday this week.  The statement above IS true, but that is not all I've been doing.  I'm not all on my own just yet; I'm still being trained.  It's pretty hectic up there...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lot's&lt;/span&gt; to do, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm having a blast watching people, both patients and other people working at the hospital.  I laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much because people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; hilarious, and most of the time without even knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of patients this week.  Some of them were young, some of them were old, some were sweet, some were mean, and some were crazy!!  We had a guy come in the other day who was about 5 ft tall, 90 lbs, and crazy as he could be.  He has overdosed on crack like three times and it has messed with his brain.  He was nuts, and he kept "having accidents" on the floor and in his bed.  Every time we cleaned him up, he'd have another accident!  And when the guy I was working with left the room, he kept trying to get me to bring him some crack.  I finally looked at him and said, "You want me to bring you drugs?  I don't even know what it looks like!  I'm not bringing you drugs."  He kept saying, "Come on...Come on...you you you bring me some?  You know...You know what it is...Come on...you you bring the stuff?"  It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of the patients have been nuts though.  Some of them are so sweet; those are the ones you enjoy helping and you really want to help make them as comfortable as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very busy, very interesting, but very good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and I can't wait until I really get the hang of things and feel very comfortable in what I am doing.  I'll really like it then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and the cheeseburgers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; cafeteria at UK are g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ross&lt;/span&gt;, so if you ever eat in there, get something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5684059906389912022?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5684059906389912022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5684059906389912022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5684059906389912022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5684059906389912022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5649662985769126437</id><published>2007-12-24T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:09:19.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MeRrY ChRiStMaS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;MeRrY ChRiStMaS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5649662985769126437?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5649662985769126437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5649662985769126437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5649662985769126437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5649662985769126437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas_24.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-639797523316230782</id><published>2007-12-22T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:20:57.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing and Savoring Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;At the first Winter Fuel Group for Ignite, Jonathon handed out copies of John Piper's "Seeing and Savoring Jesus Christ." This book is amazing! I love it! It is not very often that I enjoy reading, but this book is definitely one that I enjoy. In the very start of the book, John Piper writes 'A Word to the Reader' explaining his purpose for writing. There are two kinds of seeing. The first is physical sight, and the second is spiritual sight. When we see Christ with our spiritual eyes, we see the truth, beauty, and value of Christ. 'Savoring' is the response to truly seeing Christ for who He is. "When you see something as true and beautiful and valuable, you savor it...treasure it...cherish, admire, and prize it." When we truly see Jesus and all that He is, we will savor Him...cherish Him...and treasure Him above all other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was just the introduction!!! Each chapter describes a different aspect of Jesus Christ. I have only read through chapter three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter One: Seeing and Savoring the Glory of God. The Ultimate Aim of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This chapter reminds us that the universe was created to show the glory of its maker; we were created to bring glory to God. Every tree, every flower, every mountain, each little bird and each human being was created to point back to the awesome wonder of God, the Creator. Our lives have a purpose: to glorify our great God. One quote from this chapter left a lasting impression on me because it is such a "duh" statement, yet it is something I have yet to get through my thick skull. "Indeed, what could be more ludicrous in a vast and glorious universe like this than a human being, on the speck called earth, standing in front of a mirror trying to find significance in his own self-image."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How many times a day do I think about my life, my problems, my hopes, my desires, my dreams, my future, my self, and try to make it so that I feel good. I think that if I make myself happy, if I meet my "needs" and fulfill my desires, that somehow my life will be good. How ludicrous! Why do our minds think this way? We have access to the almighty God, yet we still think about ourselves so much. It blows my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a bunch of notes written out about the next two chapters, too, but I don't want to make this post unending. I definitely love the book, though. I am learning so much about the character of Jesus Christ, and being reminded of simple truths that I have learned about since I was a little girl. Jesus Christ is worthy of all praise and glory. Jesus is fully God; God the Father and God the Son are one. Also, chapter three describes the excellence of Christ. How awesome He is. He is a Holy and just God, full of righteousness and blameless perfection. He is just and fair...I think of our sin, my sin, and the rightful punishment. God is Holy and just and my sin cannot go unpunished. At the very same time, God is merciful and loving, full of compassion and forgiveness through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. These complete opposites meld together and form the very essence of our God! Jonathan Edwards describes it as the "Admirable Conjunction of Divine Excellencies." I want to see Christ and savor Him, cherish Him, and treasure Him above all else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is definitely a great book to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-639797523316230782?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/639797523316230782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=639797523316230782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/639797523316230782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/639797523316230782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/12/seeing-and-savoring-jesus-christ.html' title='Seeing and Savoring Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5489111808102239211</id><published>2007-12-19T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:45:46.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Blind?  Oh man...</title><content type='html'>This week, I started my orientation for my new job at UK Hospital.  Overall, it has not been very exciting...alot of lectures...alot of information...I'm trying not to fall asleep :)  Although the orientation may be boring, I do love the chance to get dressed up everyday!  (Of course I am going to love wearing scrubs, too, once I get started for real!!!  Ahhh I can't wait!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to take a test to make sure I am not color blind.  I wasn't nervous about that at all.  Are you kidding me?  I can see colors just fine, or I thought I could at least!  I went into the room, I looked at all those little pictures with all those little colored dots, I went through and told the lady the numbers or patterns I saw.  She looked at me, looked at the little pictures and the little dots, and told me to come back at the end of the day and let the other lady test me also.  Of course I was nervous.  When I got called into the testing room for the second time, everyone else looked just as nervous as I did!  It was hilarious.  I walked in, went through the stupid little pictures with their stupid little colored dots (a little more slowly this time), and then this second lady looked at me.  She had me trace some with my finger-I was even having trouble with that!!  Hahaha  they passed me, but they thought I was border-line color blind.  I came out of the testing room and all of my co-workers (ahhhh that sounds so funny!) looked at me with wide eyes and asked, "How did you do?"  It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am reading this story, it is nowhere near as funny as I thought it was, but hey!  That is okay...it's all I've got :)  All the other things that have happened to me this week are WAY more boring, believe me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had something more interesting...wait until after Saturday, and I am sure I will have some stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5489111808102239211?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5489111808102239211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5489111808102239211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5489111808102239211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5489111808102239211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/12/color-blind-oh-man.html' title='Color Blind?  Oh man...'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-4349070443974922318</id><published>2007-12-13T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:16:04.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting God</title><content type='html'>Finals are finally over!! I am really excited about that. These past few weeks have been insanely crazy for me, not only because of schoolwork and finals, but also because of alot of other things going on in my life. It is so easy to be overwhelmed and to get stressed over the small things -although they may seem so big at the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday nights, we have been going through a book on how to have a Powerful Prayer Life. At first I didn't really pay very much attention to it, but as we dove deeper into the study and I began to read some of the book, I realized how pitiful my prayer life was. Growing up, I always thought that reading my Bible and closing my eyes for about 4 or 5 minutes was enough...but I was so wrong!!! Over the past several weeks I've been trying to spend more significant time in prayer. It is amazing to see the difference. Our prayer lives will continue to grow throughout our entire lives; that is amazing to me. It is such a blessing and a privilege to talk to God. Think about that...He is the creator of the universe, the sustainer of all life. He is mighty and just, but also merciful and full of compassion for us. God is amazing, and so very worthy of our praise! How awesome it is to spend time each day praising God for who He is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn and I talked with an old friend the other day who does not believe in God. She is convinced that, because she is a good person, she will not go to Hell; and if there is a God, He wouldn't send someone like her to Hell.  I asked her, "What if you are wrong?" Her response was that she didn't care, and that God was arrogant. She could not understand that God is WORTHY of all praise...He is worthy of all of our praise and way more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what I was trying to get to is that spending time in prayer helps us to develop a peace. I am learning to trust in Christ and not to worry about things. Psalm 127 and 128 are so cool; they are talking about the blessings of God. He is completely in control of all, he has a plan, and all that happens will ultimately be for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 16:5 "Lord, You are my portion, and my cup of blessing; You hold my future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to trust in Christ when I spend time talking to my Heavenly Father and enjoying this awesome blessing of communication with the Almighty God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-4349070443974922318?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/4349070443974922318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=4349070443974922318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4349070443974922318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4349070443974922318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/12/trusting-god.html' title='Trusting God'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5852703494220044819</id><published>2007-11-28T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:49:56.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question</title><content type='html'>We wanted to put this question on here, too, but it didn't fit into our last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do people take the sticker off the banana peel?  It's not like they are going to eat the peel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5852703494220044819?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5852703494220044819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5852703494220044819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5852703494220044819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5852703494220044819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/11/question.html' title='A Question'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-6887002380212343046</id><published>2007-11-28T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:45:56.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things we love to do</title><content type='html'>#1 Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Watching movies (especially ones where guys are singing to their girls.  Boys take note: Girls really like to be sung to...no matter the quality of the voice, the song is appreciated none-the-less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Wrestling...Dawn says she always wins, but that is debatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Laying in the grass on a cool summer's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Pranks...more specifically getting away with pranks.  This rarely happens...okay so I don't think it has ever happened.  Sometimes we get caught and it is REALLY bad-one time &lt;em&gt;ridiculously&lt;/em&gt; so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Getting Frappuccinos before a looooong night of studying Chemistry...we HATE Chemistry, but we love the excuse to get Frappuccinos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Singing loudly---sure people look at us funny, but what the heck!  Life is too short to care about what other people think of you.  Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Watching the Spanish channel with the volume turned down low and making up crazy conversations for them.  My dad is the best at this!  It is so funny!  We hope to one day live up to his great talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-6887002380212343046?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/6887002380212343046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=6887002380212343046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6887002380212343046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6887002380212343046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/11/top-10-things-we-love-to-do.html' title='Top 10 things we love to do'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-7373034792155774652</id><published>2007-11-20T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:57:07.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psalm 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shout triumphantly to the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Serve the Lord with gladness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come before Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with joyful songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acknowledge that the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He made us, and we are His---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;His people, the sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of His pasture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enter His gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and his courts with praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Give thanks to Him and praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the Lord is good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and His love is eternal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;His faithfulness endures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;through all generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This Thanksgiving, remember all the blessings that God has given.  He is so good to us, and we have done nothing to deserve it!  By grace, the God of the universe, the Creator and Sustainer of all, allows us to come into His presence.  He allows us to speak His Holy name.  He allows us to talk to Him.  He allows us to talk about Him.  He is so forgiving and so merciful to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think we sometimes forget how awesome God is!!  -and how very undeserving we are of His many, many blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this Thanksgiving, eat alot of turkey, spend time with the ones you love, and most importantly, remember to thank our Heavenly Father for His many blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-7373034792155774652?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/7373034792155774652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=7373034792155774652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7373034792155774652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7373034792155774652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-3010455882949088035</id><published>2007-11-09T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:03:02.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV in the Student Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I would have to say that one of my favorite parts of today was right after lunch.  Dawn and I chose the Student Center cafeteria for lunch today (soup in a bread bowl...mmmm very tasty).  After lunch, we sat in that side room with the big TV.  Some weird "Cop" show was on...not something we normally watch, but it was so fun!  The lights were turned down...it was the perfect temperature...we had our feet up...and we were having a blast!  It was great because the two other people in the room didn't seem to mind that we were talking during the whole show.  (We tend to do that---me especially---but hey, it was all related to the show so it was ok haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think I miss that the most about living at home.  O man this sounds bad, don't tell my parents...I miss just sitting around with the family or whoever happens to be at the house that day, and watching TV.  Such bonding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-3010455882949088035?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/3010455882949088035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=3010455882949088035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3010455882949088035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3010455882949088035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/11/tv-in-student-center.html' title='TV in the Student Center'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-2355957306176740900</id><published>2007-11-05T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:32:54.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful day!</title><content type='html'>Today was kind of cloudy...kind of windy...but for some reason it felt like an amazing day to me!  I walked in the leaves and spread my arms apart as I tread through the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Lord, for such a wonderful day!  You are so good to us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-2355957306176740900?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/2355957306176740900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=2355957306176740900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2355957306176740900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2355957306176740900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-beautiful-day.html' title='What a beautiful day!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-1759265858628653758</id><published>2007-10-29T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:59:32.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Attitude is so important...why is it that it is so hard to keep it under control?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Every time something happens to me that is not ideal, I want to open my big mouth and let the world know what is up...how I've been wronged...how unfair life seems at times...why things should be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If I do not say it out loud, it is still in my head which is bad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oman Oman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Make your own attitude that of Christ Jesus..." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Philippians&lt;/span&gt; 2:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The next several verses talks about the attitude that Christ had.  He was GOD, yet he humbled himself and died for all of us...a bunch of sinners!  Christ's attitude was not about himself, it was about others, and doing the will of the Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think we all have a lot of work to do; but that is part of the point. How awesome is it that God is perfect...Christ was and is perfect in every way meaning we will never live up to what we are called. It makes God so much more powerful and awesome to know that we cannot explain Him or ever be just like Him. God is God, and we are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We are called to imitate Him, though, so we must humble ourselves and live our lives in a way that is pleasing and glorifying to Him...ALWAYS...no matter how hard it may be sometimes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-1759265858628653758?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/1759265858628653758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=1759265858628653758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1759265858628653758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1759265858628653758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-7606702918099010991</id><published>2007-10-26T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:07:13.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Judgement House starts Saturday night and this event really needs your prayer.  There are so many dedicated people involved in this-It blows my mind to see all that these people are doing.  They have given up enormous amounts of time out of their busy lives to help bring this together.  (I am a bad participant...they asked Dawn and I to help out a very long time ago and we didn't contact anyone until this week!  Ah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Porter first started talking about doing this, I was a little unsure about it.  I had a pretty bad attititude towards the whole thing, but they asked me to be involved, so of course I said I would.  I have heard so much this week about what God is doing to help make this possible...just different things :  needs that have been met when it seemed impossible, timing, money, participation from the church body...it really sounds like this is something God is going to greatly bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray for the people involved, pray for the technical stuff, pray for the people who will be going through and hearing the gospel message.  I am very excited to see how God uses Judgement House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-7606702918099010991?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/7606702918099010991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=7606702918099010991' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7606702918099010991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7606702918099010991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/judgement-house.html' title='Judgement House'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5646951872021944489</id><published>2007-10-22T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:17:15.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspberry Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a food that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deliciously&lt;/span&gt; sweet, yet intriguingly tangy at the same time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A food that, at the mention of its very name, has the ability to make your mouth water like a bulldog on crack?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A food that can be scooped up with a spoon right out of the fridge, or warmed in the microwave and topped with a giant scoop of vanilla ice cream?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A food so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; a girl could (and might) eat it in its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;entirety&lt;/span&gt; in one 8-hour period of time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raspberry Pie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5646951872021944489?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5646951872021944489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5646951872021944489' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5646951872021944489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5646951872021944489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/raspberry-pie.html' title='Raspberry Pie'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-2880464083430903897</id><published>2007-10-18T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:16:37.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Math, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-2880464083430903897?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/2880464083430903897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=2880464083430903897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2880464083430903897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2880464083430903897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/yuck-part-ii.html' title='Yuck part II'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-4974799803577657494</id><published>2007-10-18T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:44:05.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-4974799803577657494?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/4974799803577657494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=4974799803577657494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4974799803577657494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4974799803577657494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/yuck.html' title='Yuck'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-7666859161516752676</id><published>2007-10-14T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:53:55.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, Dawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;May all your wishes come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you meet a bunch of guys with country accents today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;May you not see any short boys at all today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;May you eat &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than you want and still be skinny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May your day be a Fairy Tale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-7666859161516752676?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/7666859161516752676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=7666859161516752676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7666859161516752676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7666859161516752676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-2073319664085519546</id><published>2007-10-09T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:12:13.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know we hear (all the time) about controlling our tongues and watching the words that leave our mouths.  Our Mommies and Daddies have told us since we began to speak, "Don't say everything that you think.  Only say the things that are kind; do not say mean things, things that hurt other people's feeling should not come out of your mouth.  The words you allow to come out of your mouth are like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toothpaste&lt;/span&gt; as it is squeezed out of the tube.  Once it comes out, you cannot put it back inside so be careful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know MY parents sure did.  [My dad even had my brother and I do a little activity: we both had a tube of toothpaste and we squeezed all of the paste out.  Then my he told us to try to put it back inside.]  He was trying to make a point, a point he still tries to get across today with his 'be a battery charger, not a battery drainer' speech we have all hearf time and agian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our words are powerful.  We can use them to bring others down, or we can use them to build others up.  Our words will bring glory to God, or cause others to stumble.  James 3:10 "Out of the same mouth come blessing and cursing.  My brothers, these things should not be this way."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recently, I read Ephesians 4:29 "No rotten talk should come from your mouth, but only what is good for the building up of someone in need, in order to give grace to those who hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have read this many times, but it just hit me that there is so much more to this verse than simply trying not to gossip that much, or making sure curse words do not slip out.  This verse is telling us that we should say NOTHING that is not encouraging to someone.  Every word that leaves my lips should be a means of encouragement and blessing to my brothers and sisters in Christ.  So maybe I don't curse, and I try to keep the gossip to a minimal; but that is not enough...Is every word that I speak meant to uplift the one I am talking to---or am I trying to make myself look good?  or make sure everyone knows how nice I am?  Do I want to speak so others will think well of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There is a common theme there.  Me, I, Me, Me, Me, Sarah this and Sarah that.  Well, you know what?  This life is not about making me happy or making me look good.  It is about making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our tongues are a huge part of our character.  What comes out of our mouths is a good indication of what is truly in our hearts.  So let's make sure we lift others up and bring grace to their ears.  It's a huge challenge, but it is necessary.  We must be obedient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-2073319664085519546?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/2073319664085519546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=2073319664085519546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2073319664085519546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2073319664085519546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/10/tongue.html' title='The Tongue'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-6259814606284005331</id><published>2007-09-27T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:35:15.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye-opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Romans 13 talks about how we are to obey our authorities and to abide by the law...I always use this scripture when I am talking about how speeding is just as wrong as telling a lie.  This is no surprise to me; I am very familiar with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight, however, something new has been brought to my attention (thanks to two of the brainiest people I've ever known...each of them got a 32 on the ACT, on the first try, without studying! wow)  Anyways, apparently "Jaywalking" is against the law, too!  Oh dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now, in order to make maintain the validity of my 'speeding' case, I think I am going to have to stop jaywalking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have made the decision.  I'm not going to Jaywalk anymore.  Man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-6259814606284005331?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/6259814606284005331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=6259814606284005331' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6259814606284005331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6259814606284005331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/09/eye-opener.html' title='An eye-opener'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-3639895958752374467</id><published>2007-09-26T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:45:36.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THINGS THAT BUG DAWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. crazy drivers on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UK's&lt;/span&gt; campus that almost run you over!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. smokers, who after polluting our air with disgusting black smoke, decide to throw their cigarettes on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. students who never study, do any homework whatsoever, or even read the material assigned, yet somehow make a better grade on the test than me.  What the heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4.  Every building I enter, every class I sit through, every time I go anywhere, I freeze to death!  (Especially in my dorm room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Mostly, I would have to say that I hate this horrible epidemic with which we are faced:  the complete and utter waste of cuteness on guys who are shorter than me.  I am not an outrageously tall girl...slightly above average, maybe, but completely normal...therefore all guys (more importantly the attractive ones) should be taller than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's all I have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THINGS THAT IRRITATE SARAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Sinks that smell like raw fish...don't even get me started on my phobia of raw foods.  wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. The freaking temperature of this entire campus!  Everywhere I go, I am burning alive.  It is so weird because usually I am always freezing.......it is especially hot in my dorm room.  Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. People who do not like Cinderella...I'll stop there.  Don't mess with my girl, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.Being in the (for me, very rare) "get up and dance like an idiot" kind of mood, but my roommate, who is the ultimate dancing machine (yea that's right boys) decides to, for the time, have the personality of a wet mop...so I have to dance all alone.  Sad, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Having to run from UK hospital to Whitehall Classroom Building in under ten minutes in this 90 degree weather, in order to make it to class on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. Okay, so this one I get pretty hyped up about:  I have an R3 parking pass.  Yes, that is very nice....So I have this pass which means that I should always have a parking spot, am I right?  Nope.  On Game Days it is like there IS no law.  The stupid Louisville fans with their trailers and corn hole things and tables of food and coolers of beer.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.  Not only were their cars taking up MY parking spots, their dumb tables, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cornhole&lt;/span&gt; stuff, and coolers of beer had their very own parking spot!  ah.  It is nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-3639895958752374467?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/3639895958752374467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=3639895958752374467' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3639895958752374467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3639895958752374467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/09/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5019973690444454565</id><published>2007-05-18T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:10:28.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All done now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is 12:49 pm on Friday, May 18, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just took my very last High School test EVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahhh I don't know how well I did on it, but that is not the point. I'm done. Well just about. I have a quiz next block but we don't even have our books to study anything so it will be a joke...and I have to make a poster for Monday's in-house day. Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a more serious note, all year I have thought about leaving High School. This is my last year to be with these people. My last chance to tell them about Christ and show them that they need Him. I am a chicken and I do not share with people nearly as much as I should...The past couple weeks have been really difficult. I know that God has given me opportunities-very specific ones-and I have been struggling because I know it is what I need to do, but it is so hard. I am praying and getting into God's word. Paul says in I Corinthians 2 that even HE was not confident in himself as he shared the gospel. He said he did not come with big words and fancy concepts so that the people's faith would be in God's power and not in his words. This passage encourages me so much to talk with those around me, especially those that I know God has specifically told me to talk to. I have a sort of 'list' and I have a few more to go...I have to plant the seeds; God will choose what to do with them after that. These people may not make decisions to follow Christ right now, but what we talk about will force them to think about life and life after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That is the only thing keeping me from staying home. These last few days that I have here will be great opportunities to share with others. I just have to obey God and do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5019973690444454565?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5019973690444454565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5019973690444454565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5019973690444454565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5019973690444454565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-done-now.html' title='All done now'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-4707345371189209839</id><published>2007-05-07T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:00:18.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm kind of ticked off...today is my in-house day, so I have to be at school all day long.  A few weeks ago, my teacher told us that our "present" for the month of May would be that we got to sleep in and not come into school until 10:05...Well she said no more about it, so I figured she just forgot about it or decided not to do that now.  Ahhh.  so what did I do today? I came to school at 8:30.  Hmmm.  only four people are here and my teacher is not here.  The sub. talked to her and she said, "Oh make sure you don't count them absent.  I told them they could stay home until 10."  Ahhh I am so mad at myself!  So it is not even 10 yet, and I am done with what is due today, next week, and the next week too.  I am about to finish my last assignment too, but I wanted to take a break.  If not I'll be even more bored out of my mind.  I am very bored, and  mad because I could have slept in a little today.  But it's okay.  There are way more important things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-4707345371189209839?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/4707345371189209839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=4707345371189209839' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4707345371189209839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/4707345371189209839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-bored.html' title='so bored!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-1978732692036345048</id><published>2007-04-27T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:30:39.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm skipping school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Right now I am sitting at home at my computer, but it is only like 2:25.  I went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EBCE&lt;/span&gt; site this morning and then I even went back to school for 3rd block.  After that, I walked out of the building!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;-I know I am so dorky for thinking that this is a big deal, but I do.  I am so bad!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; at least I feel like it.  I'm skipping school for the first time in my life, and probably the last because I just don't do that.  I didn't get to skip on 'Senior Skip Day' because I had my important classes that day, and I had a quiz...I was so mad.  I decided today is my senior skip day.  It's the end of CATS testing and it really is not a big deal at all to miss one class; but I still did it, and in my head, that makes me a rebel!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-1978732692036345048?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/1978732692036345048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=1978732692036345048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1978732692036345048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1978732692036345048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-skipping-school.html' title='I&apos;m skipping school!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-1829329528083849224</id><published>2007-04-24T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:10:48.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madman at the hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I am not exactly sure of all of the details, but there is some type of crazy-man running around the hospital I go to everyday for EBCE. Hospital Administration has sent out flyers to all the departments with a picture of the man and a message saying he is no longer allowed on hospital grounds and is considered dangerous. If you see him, you are to inform Security immediately!Ahh. So I thought, at first, that it was just kind of funny, you know? The guy has this huge beard and the nurses were just sort of laughing about it. It didn't seem like it was a big deal. Maybe it still isn't, but today I heard the nurses talking about how some of the ladies had seen him yeaterday morning on the roof - he was throwong things off the roof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have to park on the roof! Ah...so now I'm a little nervous. I try to walk really fast, but you see the problem is that I have to go up 5 huge staircases because the elevators take too long...don't make fun of me...I am EXHAUSTED once I make it to the top. So, it's not like I could outrun anyone in the first place.haha.But it is a complete improbability after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And yes, this is written in Purple.  I guess I like it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-1829329528083849224?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/1829329528083849224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=1829329528083849224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1829329528083849224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1829329528083849224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/04/madman-at-hospital.html' title='Madman at the hospital'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-9179335272297408448</id><published>2007-04-23T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:26:14.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals...hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My eyes are being opened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hospitals are full of germs! This may seem like a "DUH" statement, but they really are. The other day I was at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EBCE&lt;/span&gt; site in the Pediatric Department, but there was only one patient, so the nurses had me clean the playroom. I thought to myself, "Ah, how refreshing! This place is making an honest effort to improve sanitary conditions in spite of all the sick kids running around all over the place. That makes me happy." So I was all ready and prepared for an in-depth cleaning experience...then the woman handed me a little container of disinfecting wipes and said, "OK, wipe everything off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT??? So I wiped off the tables and chairs and then we started on the toys. Oh my gosh. So these toys are not just little round balls with smooth surfaces:easy to clean. These were cool toys, with all kinds of crevices and jagged edges. There is no possible way to get down inside of those crevices! There were germs everywhere and nothing could be done about it! Oh and don't get me started on the toy food. Kids put that stuff all over their mouths...it's food...that's how you play with 'pretend' food. You '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretend'&lt;/span&gt; eat it. The nurse seemed oddly surprised at this fact. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I suggested that we soak the toys, at least the food, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clorox, but that didn't end up happening. They were more concerned about having the toys in the right spots and having all the pieces together...I think the kids will play with anything they have; getting rid of the germs is more important to me, but hey, I am not in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Also, this should be done everyday...I would think that would just be an automatic thing. This is a hospital. Especially because it is a children's department, proper disinfecting should be done every day. The nurses definately do not do this everyday...the lady told me, "I've been waiting on a slow day to clean it all up." Oh man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;My dad said, "Of course they don't care about cleaning it that well, or that often. The more germs they have, the more sick kids there are, which means more business for them." haha I think that is taking it a little too far, but there is definately a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oh and also, the whole Elevator Courtsey thing has gone even more downhill. It seems like no one understands the concept of patience and manners anymore. Those people waitin to get on the elevator-they are on it before the door is even finished opening up. The people trying to get off don't even have time to think about getting out before a herd of busy hospital-y people trample them. Ahhh it's nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oh course not everyone does this, but it is unreal to me the amount of people who do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-9179335272297408448?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/9179335272297408448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=9179335272297408448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/9179335272297408448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/9179335272297408448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/04/hospitalshmmmm.html' title='Hospitals...hmmmm'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-3570934483527391644</id><published>2007-04-10T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:45:18.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Important Lesson About the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I went to Florida on Spring Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines brighter at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPF 8...no good.&lt;br /&gt;I used 30 and I still got a little burnt, so 8 is probably not the smartest choice.&lt;br /&gt;No names mentioned...but wow!&lt;br /&gt;Also, REAPPLYING the lotion (at least twice) is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;NOT reapplying at all...no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fair-skinned individual, I can admit that.&lt;br /&gt;But some people are not so willing to admit that they too are prone to sun burn and things&lt;br /&gt;        and therefore, because of this denial, they get very very burnt!!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Wear alot of sunscreen,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Listen to your friends,&lt;br /&gt;                                  And don't act like it doesn't hurt...I know the truth! :)&lt;br /&gt;                                  We all know the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Oh yea and just a side note: Jonathan, watch your back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-3570934483527391644?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/3570934483527391644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=3570934483527391644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3570934483527391644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/3570934483527391644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/04/important-lesson-about-beach.html' title='An Important Lesson About the Beach'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5692651727707834893</id><published>2007-03-16T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:02:06.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a list</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to make a list...I saw Jordan do it and now I'm going to.  I love copying Jordan!!  haha  She is sooo cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.  It's cold again - yuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.  I'm getting my hair cut today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.  The librarian at school is playing really weird music.  It is so random because sometimes she plays classical music, and then sometimes it's this crazy weird stuff...I don't know, it just seems funny to me I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.  I am addicted to Lipton iced green tea with Mango-the little packets you pour into water bottles-they aren't even that good.  I just can't get enough of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.  I have a strange desire to work on my research paper right now...but it is not due for another month or so...very unlike me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.  Another strange desire: I kind of want to check a book out and read it...weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.  Tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.  My mom got a new labtop yesterday from her work and that is all I have heard in our house since then...she is really really excited about it.  Almost as excited as she gets after she waxes the floor twice in one day!  "oooh isn't the floor so pretty?"  She asks everyone the same thing as they come into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.  My dad comes back from New Orleans tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.  Ok this has to be a big one.....#10......hmmm.....yea the desire to read is still there...oh dear...here I go to check out a book!!  haha  that is so weird coming out of my mouth.  Here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                          ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5692651727707834893?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5692651727707834893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5692651727707834893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5692651727707834893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5692651727707834893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/03/list.html' title='a list'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5012364074732722723</id><published>2007-03-14T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:55:22.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Uh-oh...So the weather has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; warm (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!) and it has made me want to wear short sleeves.  I decided I needed to be tan, but I was all out of tanning cream and I didn't want to go out and buy some more, so I used this lotion that has a little bit of a tint to it.  I didn't realize it was really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tinted!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not that bad at all, but I do have some lines on my hands and my chest/neck is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; whiter than the rest of me!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  When I use tanning cream, I am always so careful, and it usually looks really good because I have done it so many times, but I was not careful with this lotion because I didn't think it would be dark...plus it says it is for &lt;em&gt;fair skin tones&lt;/em&gt;.  I keep telling Bryce that I am not a &lt;em&gt;fair skin tone.&lt;/em&gt;  That means like red heads...and people who are blinding when you look at them directly!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;.  But I guess it was dark enough for me after all.  Oh man I hate it when I am wrong!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5012364074732722723?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5012364074732722723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5012364074732722723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5012364074732722723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5012364074732722723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/03/uh-oh.html' title='uh-oh...'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-1927692640470401735</id><published>2007-03-01T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:06:46.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have changed my mind</title><content type='html'>I decided a couple of months ago that I hated anything purple...I have changed my mind.  I think it is a really pretty color.  I am even wearing a purple sweater today!  I tried to get a picture of a purple flower on the post...I'm not sure if it worked because I am so bad with computers, but we'll see.  haha- purple is a beautiful color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-1927692640470401735?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/1927692640470401735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=1927692640470401735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1927692640470401735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1927692640470401735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-changed-my-mind.html' title='I have changed my mind'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-8967578310233291479</id><published>2007-02-21T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:58:30.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;       Today was my second day at my new EBCE site.  I'm in the OB/GYN part of the hospital now.  It was amazing!  This morning I was able to watch a delivery.  I got to be right there when a new life entered into the world for the first time!  I loved it-it was amazing.  I watched the doctors, nurses, and the techs as they worked together to bring the child into the world.  It was a reminder to me of how great God is.  He is so big, so perfect, and so into details.  He specially designed the entire process to work out just as it should.  I am envious of the people who are able to witness these miracles on a daily basis...How wonderful it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-8967578310233291479?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/8967578310233291479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=8967578310233291479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/8967578310233291479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/8967578310233291479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/02/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-1654870360625395007</id><published>2007-02-15T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:02:30.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Crawford</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I think I am going to name Jay Crawford this month's middle schooler of the month...but I really don't know anything at all about him!  Well, I know he is Bill Crawford's son, he plays the guitar I think, he is friends with Alex Pennington, and he has really cool, blonde hair.  I am making it my mission this month to get to know him.  ALex says he is "pretty cool" so I am thinking he probably is!  So congratulate him if you happen to run into him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-1654870360625395007?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/1654870360625395007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=1654870360625395007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1654870360625395007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/1654870360625395007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/02/jay-crawford.html' title='Jay Crawford'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-9080874669805435334</id><published>2007-02-09T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:42:23.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More snow...or summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;          I really really do not enjoy being cold, and this winter I have been cold almost continually!  I really like snow days-no school-although I am sure I will feel differently once May gets here and I am anxious to graduate yet am unable to do so because of the make up days...hmmm  But I love snow.  I wanted to go sledding this week, but it just didn't happen.  Maybe it will snow again next week.  If not, I am ready for ninety degree weather again!  I either want it to be so hot I can hardly stand to be outside, or I want to see some accumulating snowfall.  Not just flurries, but major snow so that I can build a snow man or go sledding!!  Either choice will do just fine...I just don't like this cold without alot of snow...yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;             I can't wait for Spring Break...The picture in my mind of myself lying on the beach sleeping and baking in the warm sunshine is what keeps me moving as I walk to and from my car in the freezing cold everyday.  Ah I cannot wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-9080874669805435334?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/9080874669805435334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=9080874669805435334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/9080874669805435334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/9080874669805435334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-snowor-summer.html' title='More snow...or summer!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-6077085606239088391</id><published>2007-01-30T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:42:23.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>give me feedback</title><content type='html'>Last night it was brought to my attention that i have failed to name a Middle Schooler of the Month for the past couple of months.  I am perfectly ok with Caitlyn being the lucky one for a few extra months, because she is so cool!!!  But it is time for a new Lucky Person to carry the title.  I need help deciding on who though.  I want it to be a boy this time, other than that I am all ears!!  Give me your feedback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-6077085606239088391?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/6077085606239088391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=6077085606239088391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6077085606239088391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6077085606239088391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/01/give-me-feedback.html' title='give me feedback'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-2126604092047122102</id><published>2007-01-29T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:12:01.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear Plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Saturday Morning at 9:00, I was at Applebee's Park. I was sitting in a tent with the wind blowing like crazy through a million little openings, just mentally preparing myself for the insane thing I was about to do!---Jump into a giant pool of freezing cold water. (fundraiser for special olympics) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to have a certain number of hours and project hours for the community service clubs that i participate in at school. It just so happened that the "Polar Bear Plunge" would count for both Beta Club and Key Club...yea I know I'm a geek! haha just wish I was a geek that could speak Spanish...anyways. I said, "ok sign me up!!" I decided I could stand the cold in order to knock both of my projects out in one easy swoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday was not too cold, but the wind was soooo strong and when you have to stand in a line wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts for an hour, in the middle of January....it gets cold. Especially my feet. Ouch! The actual plunging part was not too bad. I thought it was fun! It would be so much fun if you had a big group and you all dressed up...next year I am going to get all the wimps that said they didn't want to jump into a giant pool of ice water with poor little Sarah, to do it with me. You better believe that!! :) of course I was not alone; I was with the two Key Club presidents from Dunbar, but I don't know either of them very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There was a group of guys dressed up in dress pants that were chopped off at the knee and shirts and ties. They had on dress socks and huge glasses...it was like geeks trying to be gangsta... They looked hilarious! They had a boom box and they blared that song 'White and Nerdy' and danced around. They won the costume contest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm telling you it was a blast. A cold blast, but still a blast. So next year....all of you wimps....you know who you are....you are definately participating. Start mentally preparing yoursleves now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-2126604092047122102?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/2126604092047122102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=2126604092047122102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2126604092047122102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/2126604092047122102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/01/polar-bear-plunge_29.html' title='Polar Bear Plunge'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-7092267364417504166</id><published>2007-01-29T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:10:59.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear Plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Saturday Morning at 9:00, I was at Applebee's Park. I was sitting in a tent with the wind blowing like crazy through a million little openings, just mentally preparing myself for the insane thing I was about to do!---Jump into a giant pool of freezing cold water. (fundraiser for special olympics) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to have a certain number of hours and project hours for the community service clubs that i participate in at school. It just so happened that the "Polar Bear Plunge" would count for both Beta Club and Key Club...yea I know I'm a geek! haha just wish I was a geek that could speak Spanish...anyways. I said, "ok sign me up!!" I decided I could stand the cold in order to knock both of my projects out in one easy swoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday was not too cold, but the wind was soooo strong and when you have to stand in a line wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts for an hour, in the middle of January....it gets cold. Especially my feet. Ouch! The actual plunging part was not too bad. I thought it was fun! It would be so much fun if you had a big group and you all dressed up...next year I am going to get all the wimps that said they didn't want to jump into a giant pool of ice water with poor little Sarah, to do it with me. You better believe that!! :) of course I was not alone; I was with the two Key Club presidents from Dunbar, but I don't know either of them very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There was a group of guys dressed up in dress pants that were chopped off at the knee and shirts and ties.  They had on dress socks and huge glasses...it was like geeks trying to be gangsta...  They looked hilarious!  They had a boom box and they blared that song 'White and Nerdy' and danced around.  They won the costume contest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm telling you it was a blast.  A cold blast, but still a blast.  So next year....all of you wimps....you know who you are....you are definately participating.  Start mentally preparing yoursleves now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-7092267364417504166?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/7092267364417504166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=7092267364417504166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7092267364417504166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/7092267364417504166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/01/polar-bear-plunge.html' title='Polar Bear Plunge'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-5695087716436394796</id><published>2007-01-26T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:03:57.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am  tired of using the same two colors all the time...Dawn never writes on here...so it's just me.  Just assume so unless otherwise stated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;      Ok so my Spanish teacher must know how lost I am in his class....he calls on me ALL the stinking time!!!  ahh.  He called on me twice already today and the class still has 30 minutes left.  Oh man.  and everyone laughs because when he calls on me, I just smile and open my eyes real wide,"ummmm....I ...uh....I'm not sure what you said Dr. Furr..."  He calls on me on purpose because he knows I have no idea what's going on!  ahhh.  Then he just repeats the same question with even more speed and mumbling.  Oh ok like I got it that time!  Yea.  No.  I still have no clue, just like when you asked me the same question not two seconds ago!!!! ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;     So this would be understandable if I goofed off in class or didn't pay attention, but that is not the case at all.  I sit up the entire time.  I listen.  I take notes.  I don't talk and I try so hard to understand.  Everyone else plays around; they talk and don't care, and yet somehow they can answer the questions!  What's wrong with that picture?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;      Alright, I think I'm done rambling about that now...time for some more humiliation!  YAY  But first I am going to go get a Black Cherry Poweraid Option....Mmmmm They are so great.  That will brighten my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-5695087716436394796?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/5695087716436394796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=5695087716436394796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5695087716436394796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/5695087716436394796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-me.html' title='Why Me?'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-6749608385988398150</id><published>2007-01-19T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:20:34.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it acceptable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For the past month or so I have been really burdened.  God is telling me to share my faith.  I pray for the opportunities and for the boldness...He comes through and I have the chance to talk with people and yet I do not do what is clearly a command from Jesus Christ!  I am being disobedient to my Heavenly Father.  When I do not take the opportunities He gives me, I am sinning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;         Before leaving for our annual Gatlinburg trip, I knew all of this and I even knew I would get kicked in the butt by Mark Cahill because I knew I was not doing what I should have been...I was almost dreading it.  I felt terrible and said to myslef,"ok sarah, get your act together.  Start doing what God has told you so that Mark won't make you feel so aweful."  Yet, I did not do a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;         After listening to Mark Cahill and seeing his passionate life-style, I made a decision to change.  I want to be different.  In our Christian Society, it is "acceptable" not to share your faith.  Yea...at church we hear the pastor and Kenneth talk about how important it is, but there is not enough emphasis placed on it.  We think, "Man!  Mark Cahill is extreme!  WE can't be like that.  That is just crazy."  But you kno what?  I think it is wrong not to be like him.  He takes every opportunity that God gives him.  That is not extreme, that is simple obedience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;          I should think to myself every day when I walk into school, "ok, I am going to go to church on Sunday, and I am going to be walking into a building full of people who expect me to do this."  But I am not sure that is true.  They expect me not to do the BIG sins: no drinking, no sex outside of marriage, no cussing, no stealing.  But if I do not share my faith, no one is going to say anything.  But in God's eyes, my "small" sin of disobedience is just the same as all the others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;          It is time for us to start doing what God has commanded!  We need to keep each other accountable.  I talked to two people this week and in my mind I'm saying, "Yeah!!  that was good."  But what about all the other opportunities I missed.  The ones I said "no" to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;         It's hard, but this is what God has called us to do...and He will bring us closer to Him and bless us if we are faithful and obedient to Him.    Plus it gets easier the more you do it.  That's in Mark's book :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-6749608385988398150?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/6749608385988398150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=6749608385988398150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6749608385988398150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/6749608385988398150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-it-acceptable.html' title='Why is it acceptable?'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116853862656035985</id><published>2007-01-11T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:03:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so tired.  I am physically tired in general-haha but that is not unusual...but I am also tired in many other ways.  I am tired of school and tired of homework.  I am tired of people and tired of doing my "routine" day after day after day.  It's a humorous topic between me and my friends.  We say that we have senioritis really bad!  It's funny to joke around about, but it is not funny at all when my sour attitude leaks into other aspects of my life.  My family life, my relationship with friends, and most importantly my relationship with my Heavenly Father.  I am tired.  I am lazy.  I am so burdened to share His good news with those around me.  I know it is what God wants me to do and not only does He want it, He has commanded it!  I know this and I think about it everyday, but I don't do it.  I pray for the opportunities and the boldness, but I let my mind go to other things.  I get all hyped up about homework or what someone else is doing, when really all that matters is what God is telling me to do.  I was going to write a little post about Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwhiches and how great they are, but I feel like this is more important.  Our walks with the Father are the only thing in this world that matters.  My struggles may be comepletely different from yours, but we all have them.  God has called us to do more with our lives than to be in on the latest news or get by with doing the least amount possible...He has called us to live for Him; and He desires only the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116853862656035985?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116853862656035985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116853862656035985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116853862656035985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116853862656035985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116655095695238501</id><published>2006-12-19T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:55:56.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Courtesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I was little, my dad always told my brother and I that it was "good manners" to stand back from the elevator door when waiting to get on.  He always told us to push the button and take a couple steps back; it is polite to wait for those who are getting off the elevator to do so before getting on yourself-and to give them the appropriate amount of space to accomplish this...Well, I have always done this and just assumed that it was common knowledge, but apparently it is not.  I did not notice it until I started going to UK Hospital every day for EBCE.  People are in such a hurry that they stand right up next to the door and the very second that it begins to open, they are right in there!  Sometimes they get ON before the people can even get OFF!!!  I think that is just crazy.  It is always noteworthy when a person acts politely, so make sure to practice Elevator Courtesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116655095695238501?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116655095695238501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116655095695238501' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116655095695238501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116655095695238501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/12/elevator-courtesy.html' title='Elevator Courtesy'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116603317721229157</id><published>2006-12-13T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:06:17.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you not feeling well today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ahhh!  So you know you look REALLY bad when your spanish teacher leans over and asks you, "Are you not feeling well today?"   hahaha  okay so I had a manditory 9 hour field trip yesterday-ugh that kept me from doing my Hamlet homework and studying for the test in there, too  until really late last night.  Plus we had to stand up for hours and hours and hours!!!  ahh  and I haven't gotten much sleep for the past 2 weeks and I got real stressed the other day, and then I stayed up very late last night...so obviously it has taken a toll on my appearance!!! ahhh    I tried to let my hair do its own thing today, too...not helping.  I look like a mop.  (and I really do this time, Kevin Cox.....haha)  But I got a nap in Spanish.  30 minutes.  and I was actually zonked out.  Usually I just sort of doze off, but this was a real nap!  Yay!!   I feel better, but there's nothing that can be done about my 'mop-head' until I get home.  Oh well no one cares!  haha  But I do match...well kind of anyways.  I almost walked out of the house with grey pants, a white tee-shirt, and a puke green zip up sweater.  haha  I don't even know what shoes I would have worn!!  haha that makes me laugh.  Now I have on pink sweat pants and a hoodie and my pink crocs (sorry Amelia:)  )   Okay so maybe I need to check with Amelia before I walk out of the house just to make sure I am presentible!  haha  ok that's the game plan...Nah I think I like looking a little crazy every once in a while.  Wow I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116603317721229157?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116603317721229157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116603317721229157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116603317721229157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116603317721229157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-not-feeling-well-today.html' title='Are you not feeling well today?'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116551591020028526</id><published>2006-12-07T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:25:10.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I learned how to say, "My head hurt really bad."   -past tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A mi me dolia la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohhh-take that A-dizzle.    Now I can say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;things in spanish.  Well I guess it's more like one and a half because I am basically saying the exact same thing only in past tense.  oh well it is still cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh and Jordan, Holla at chur gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116551591020028526?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116551591020028526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116551591020028526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116551591020028526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116551591020028526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116542662191650947</id><published>2006-12-06T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:37:01.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cure for a hectic day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today I came into school around 11:42 as per usual...I have to be in class by 11:45.  So I go to sign in with my teacher and then I rush off to class.  I make it and I am just a few seconds late-no biggy because my teacher is always a little scatter brained for a few minutes.  But no...surprise surprise!  Today, our school has decided to switch up  third and fourth blocks...without informing me...ahh  so I have to run to the other side of the building-I'm late.  Luckily my teacher doesn't care, but I'm still all hyped up and I'm pretty warm because I was all bundled up in my  jacket...then my teacher makes me hand out all the tests that we took last class.  As if I know anyone's name!!!  haha...but then I notice that this guy sitting near me has one of those suckers: you  know those big ones with all the cool flavors that they sell for classes and sports and stuff!  Ahhh.  I love those things!  I found two loose quarters at the very bottom of my disaster of a purse and I bought myself a Cherry Cheesecake sucker. Mmmm Mmmm   That was the kind that guy had...he said it was good and it was!  Yeah...so now I am having a much better day!  There's nothing like a Cherry Cheesecake sucker to make your day go more smoothly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116542662191650947?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116542662191650947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116542662191650947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116542662191650947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116542662191650947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/12/cure-for-hectic-day.html' title='The cure for a hectic day'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116482343307224796</id><published>2006-11-29T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:03:53.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iA mi me duele la cabeza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A mi me duele la cabeza....that's my favorite thing to say in Spanish.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and yes, I am pretty sure that is a real favorite and not just a...oh well yea it's my favorite-right now at least- or anything...)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It means: My head hurts real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey A-dizzle....aren't you proud of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116482343307224796?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116482343307224796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116482343307224796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116482343307224796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116482343307224796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/ia-mi-me-duele-la-cabeza.html' title='iA mi me duele la cabeza!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116465102055156459</id><published>2006-11-27T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:10:20.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Tip For The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is almost mean...but not quite because you all have no idea who I am talking about so it is ok!  haha-  unless the kid sitting next to me right now looks over and realizes I am talking about him, but he is all caught up in checking out a video game or something on his computer, so I think I'm safe.  Okay here comes the tip of the day:                                When you are unsure of the exact state of your breath...Keep your mouth shut!  Okay, so it is one thing when you are talking to someone or sitting extremely close, but this kid is at least three feet away!  That is some powerful bad odor-age coming from one little mouth!  ahhh   ok so remember, unless you are 100% positive that you smell like the mints in the basket at Porter's Welcome Center, then keep it shut guys!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116465102055156459?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116465102055156459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116465102055156459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116465102055156459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116465102055156459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/sarahs-tip-for-day.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Tip For The Day'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116464458515502092</id><published>2006-11-27T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:23:08.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanksgiving Dinner was great!  Yummy...really.  Until Friday Night came that is.  My entire family-cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, my brother, even John Wiley because he ate with us at my Grandmother's house and Bryce too because he had some leftovers- we all got sooooo sick.  Now Bryce is convinced that it was a virus, but I think it may have been food poisoning.  We alllll got it and almost all at the same time!  That is so weird.  But he does have a point in that food poisoning usually shows its ugly head just a few hours after eating the food...but we got it the next night.  But still...I don't know what it was, but it was bad.  It had me spilling my guts every thirty minutes Friday night...ahhhhh.  It really really sucked.  The funniest part of it all, though, was hearing my mom and my aunt on the phone every hour or so trying to decide what it was...'who ate what?  Which people are the most sick and what did they eat as opposed to what those who were less sick ate?...Well Granny didn't eat any potatoes or dumplings,  Sarah didn't eat the turkey, what did Noah eat again?  What about the cheese?  Maybe it was the macaroni.  No Granny ate that!  hmmm.'  It was funny...It was the highlight of a pretty terrible couple of days!                                                    I think everyone is feeling better now.  I guess it would look better for my poor Grandmother if it was a virus and not something in her food!!  haha   But hey, it all tasted good to me!  Hope your Thanksgiving was as eventful as mine was-without the whole food poisoning/virus thing, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116464458515502092?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116464458515502092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116464458515502092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116464458515502092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116464458515502092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116404646397561415</id><published>2006-11-20T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:59:25.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning in Discipleship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;This semester the Senior girls have been in Kenneth's Discipleship Training Class on Sunday Nights. The class has been all aobut Church Doctrine and Theology. Each week Kenneth gave us a huge stack of papers full of information about what we believe, why we believe it, and where exactly in scripture these things can be found. It had been so great; I have to be honest, I have not done a very good job keeping up with all of the papers, but hey! that's why I have Amelia as my friend! haha- anyways, we have all learned so much and this class really got us to start thinking about things. For instance: How long do you think it took God to create the World? Please say "seven days" or really six....but the point is that He did it in seven DAYS, not seven hundred years, or seven thousand years! No, Genesis tells us that He did it in seven days, so He did? Where is the controversy? I know I know...the word used is thought to be trsnslated in different ways. (ambiguous-ooh big word of the day...beat that Amelia! jk!) The word is YOM I think. okay, so some people think that the word may not mean a literal 24-hour period in all the places it is used...hmmmmm okay, but even if that is true then why does it also say in Genesis that there was Morning and there was Evening the first day? That would be just dumb to say that if God didn't really create everything in the literal seven day period. oohhhhh man. I just think this is really important. How can you believe anything else in the BIble if you cannot believe that our God created everything in 7 days?? I realize that there are Christians out there that think it is not a literal 24-hr period and I try not to get too caught up on this, but hey, I find it very important. Another thing we talked about in class is drinking. In scripture it does not come right out and say "DO NOT DRINK" it says not to be filled with wine, but filled with the Holy Spirit....so don't get drunk. Alot of people think it is ok to drink, just don't get drunk. Hmmmmmm. I disagree again. Proverbs 20:1 says, "Wine is a mocker and beer a brawler, he who is led astray by these is not wise." or somthing like that, I don't have a Bible with me I am at school. If God says that wine is a mocker and beer is a brawler....then do you think He wants his children to be drinking them at all? I don't think He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We talked about Baptism and the Lord's Supper and different denominations and so much more...I just love this class. I think Kenneth may sweat alot in there though because Amelia loves to ask the tough questions! Haha I think learning about doctrine and why we have it is soo so important. I also think we should know where we stand and be strong and be able to back it up with Scripture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116404646397561415?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116404646397561415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116404646397561415' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116404646397561415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116404646397561415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/learning-in-discipleship.html' title='Learning in Discipleship'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116354376589264631</id><published>2006-11-14T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:36:06.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Schooler of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As seniors this year, we do not know very many of the middle schoolers at Porter...That's just the way things go, but we want to make an effort to get to know as many of these kids as we can becuase they are pretty cool...well some of them haha just kidding-and we only have a limited amount of time left in the student ministry. ok well last month we wrote a post about Alex Pennington so he can be for October. Sooo....now for November's Middle Schooler of the Month: &lt;strong&gt;Caitlyn Luttrell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Caitlyn is one of Sarah's "little sisters" for the Girl to Girl Mentoring program, so we kind of already know her, but that doesn't change the fact that she is too cool!!. She is so awesome. She is very fashionable-her clothes are too cute and she always always has the most exciting accessories to go with them, and great shoes too. Caitlyn is also a strong believer and that is very evident through her actions and attitudes toward everything. She always has something positive to say; we have never heard her say anything negative about anyone or any situation.(how many of us can say that about ourselves?) Also, something really encouraging about Caitlyn is her willingness to share her testimony. She has done this two times, in front of the Student Ministry, that we are aware of, and both times she did a fantastic job just because she was communicating to others what God is doing in her life. Caitlyn is both encouraging and challenging to us in our walks with the Lord. She is only in seventh grade, but my goodness, she is still showing us things that we should be working toward. Thanks, Caitlyn, for being the great girl you are! &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/33854148-116354376589264631?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116354376589264631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116354376589264631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116354376589264631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116354376589264631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/middle-schooler-of-month.html' title='Middle Schooler of the Month'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116318250310562866</id><published>2006-11-10T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:04:11.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is a gorgeous day! I don't think it could be any more perfect than this. The temperature is just right, the sun is shining, the sky is blue...what a beautiful day the Lord has made for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My spanish teacher isn't wearing an undershirt, but it's such a great day that I'm going to let that slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116318250310562866?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116318250310562866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116318250310562866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116318250310562866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116318250310562866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116300948653645089</id><published>2006-11-08T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:11:26.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Boots -oh no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last year I made a total fool of myself when I disasterously fell in the middle of the crowded hallways of Dunbar.  Books fell, papers flew all over, I landed on all fours...Oh gosh, and I think I just sat there for a second or two, dumbfounded.  Wow.  But I am one-hundred percent positive the cause of the wipe out was my boots.  That's a no brainer, right?  haha      anyways...today I wore those boots to school again.  It is the first time since the incident, so I was torn between wearing them and not.  (But you see I just bought these adorable, grey, wool, sparkling, really long pants...I had to wear heels so they wouldn't drag the ground, so of course I had to wear the "danger shoes"....ahh.)  I am making a conscious effort to stay upright; I am walking slowly and thinking about each step that I take.  I was late to third block but hey, at least I didn't embarrass myself.  Well I am at lunch now and so far so good...although I did have a close call about an hour ago.  I was coming in from EBCE and I tripped.  I wobbled around a little, but luckily there was no butt-floor contact or knee-floor contact, so all is well!  Let's keep our fingers crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116300948653645089?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116300948653645089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116300948653645089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116300948653645089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116300948653645089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/slippery-boots-oh-no.html' title='Slippery Boots -oh no!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116257774616569253</id><published>2006-11-03T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:15:46.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just love the color pink so much!  Don't you?  It makes everything better...from ugly shoe styles-make 'em pink and they are too cute!-  to milk with strawberry flavoring!  Yum!  There is just something exciting about eating and drinking pink stuff.  I have an urge to put food coloring in everything I eat so that it can all be pink.  Man I would love that. Pink is definately the best color in the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116257774616569253?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116257774616569253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116257774616569253' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116257774616569253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116257774616569253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116240502294936569</id><published>2006-11-01T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:29:31.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Very Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is something very important, yet extremely overlooked in our society today........undershirts! Okay guys, here is the thing: undershirts are a definate requirement for all males ranging from ages eleven to one hundred and two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For some reason, this has recently become an issue for me. I always take notice of it now...I do not have a solid reasoning for my new obsessive attitude towards the whole concept, but I do have some thoughts on the matter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#1 Most of the men in my life wear them...and my dad and brother have always always found this a given item of apperal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#2 The whole "Tough Guy" oooh look at how manly I am with all this chest hair just hanging out all over the place image crisis is just sooo not attractive - at all! yuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#3 Someone recently informed me of another reason that I hadn't even thought of---Guys get hot and sweaty and sometimes that can ruin a shirt. Why ruin a nice shirt? Ruin a cheap white one instead. This makes total sense and only adds to the obvious conclusion: wear the stink'n undershirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#4 It just looks nicer. More complete and finished. Not so sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#5 Shirts are just too thin. You NEED some extra fabric on so that we do not have to see anything that is just groose (especially older men who are now stuggling with a new bodily change resulting in 'man boobs.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I guess that is all...my lunch time is almost over and I hav eto get back to class. Oh one more thing-my friend told me last year(we were discussing this topic) that HER dad didn't need an undershirt because he was hot. oh dear...wrong on so many levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116240502294936569?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116240502294936569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116240502294936569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116240502294936569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116240502294936569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-very-important.html' title='Something Very Important'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-116170980916488172</id><published>2006-10-24T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:10:09.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Pennington rocks my world!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex Pennington,&lt;/strong&gt; for those of you who are not fortunate enough to know him, is pretty much one of the coolest seventh grade guys at Porter!  He is SUPER-cute (wink wink). He has an amazing sense of humor-he's a funny funny dude-.  He is quite the actor (Lexington Children's Theator now playing,...but sorry they are all sold out because he totally rocks!  And I have to add that he is quite the little Ladies' Man!  But he definately is a "one-woman" kind of guy and he's got his eye on a good one at the time being, so ladies, I am sorry, but he probably won't pay you much attention right now. So, Alex (favorite person) here is the promised post ALL about you and your amazing charicteristics...cause you rock my world. oh and Dawn's too  :)   Alex, if you ever feel unimportant, like that would happen! ha ha, just remember your Seventh Grade Girls' Fan Club, your Senior Girls' Fan Club, and....the infamous BOARD over which you most definately preside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-116170980916488172?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/116170980916488172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=116170980916488172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116170980916488172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/116170980916488172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/10/alex-pennington-rocks-my-world.html' title='Alex Pennington rocks my world!!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115991439248949214</id><published>2006-10-03T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:26:32.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October Third</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday to Holly and Bethany...you guys rock my socks off....I hope your day is just fantastic!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Another important fact aobut October Third is that it is the very first day that I ever donated blood and helped to save the lives of other people. Yea I know, I am a hero. Really----I got treated sooo well. I sat in a big fluffy chair (ching!) I got to talk to my friends (ching!) I got out of class (ching!) I got a free T-shirt (ching!) I got a free coke (ching!) I got a free granola bar (ching!) and......this is the big one so brace yourself..... I got a free ticket to King's Island (cuh ching!!! cuh ching!!!) Good stuff so give blood at school...help people and get treated like a princess while doing it! And really...who doesn't like to be treated like a princess? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more thing I want to add....Yeah for Dawn! She finally posted on our blog and wasn't she just amazing? Oh and also, today I was watching "Sabrina the Teenage Witch"-I loved that show so much-anyways...the two aunts: Zelda and Hilda...that is me and Dawn totally!! Zelda has what I like to call judgement; a good solid understanding of situations and their consequences. That one is me. Hilda ( or Dawn ) on the other hand, is way more exciting...she is fun and she is crazy but she, like Dawn at some moments in her life, lacks judgement. Good thing Zelda is there for Hilda and I am there for Dawn. The two personalities go hand in hand and make for an exciting combo! I hope I have re-ignited your desire to watch the show...I wouldn't recommend it, Television has come a long way since it was popular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-115991439248949214?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115991439248949214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115991439248949214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115991439248949214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115991439248949214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-third.html' title='October Third'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115983588070859319</id><published>2006-10-02T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:38:00.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Different things that don't go to gethter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry I forgot to do spelle checkon my preveus post i will do that from know on i cant spell crapp ( hahah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;October 3rd is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holly's and Bethany's 18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; so say congradulations or something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thoughts of Dawn's  latly&lt;/strong&gt;: Kutzoo the Ivy that grows all over the place in Kentucky and the reast of the East Coast was planted here to cover the land destroyed by strip minning but has cense taken over other areas killing growing vegitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;50% of Christons get a devorce so basicly you have a 50/50 chance to live out the happy american dream or die alone.(Kristy and Natalile think I am crazy becuse I have even thought of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite words:&lt;/strong&gt; Fibbertigibbet-an irresponsible flighty person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I feel stupid for not getting earlyer:&lt;/strong&gt; A &lt;em&gt;sink&lt;/em&gt; is called a &lt;em&gt;sink&lt;/em&gt; becuse the counter is flat then sinks ( the dip or sink in the counter is the  &lt;em&gt;sink&lt;/em&gt;) then is flat again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;An Arowhead is called an Arowhead because it is the head of an arow(my EBCE site is at the UK Department of Anthropology &lt;em&gt;Archeology &lt;/em&gt;rocks most of the time becuse i git to work with the artifacts but if I am doing someing in the backroom by my self for 3 hours strate you start to go insaine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My Uncle who had take my dog Rose who was my 6th birthday present after she chewed a hole in our carpet never really lost her but Shot her. HE SHOTE THE PUPPY I WAS GIVEN FOR MY 6th BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bloging is not as much like homework as i thought it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-115983588070859319?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115983588070859319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115983588070859319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115983588070859319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115983588070859319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/10/different-things-that-dont-go-to.html' title='Different things that don&apos;t go to gethter'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115983363818838444</id><published>2006-10-02T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:00:38.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I  Have severel ecusses for why i haven posted on my on my own blogg sumeriz it to Family in frome maine (penecostal familey ooochee thank you Jesus ocheeouwhwlghunc)  Alerges and something else that i cant rember.  I have to tip my hat to the masterminds Holly and Bethany prviusly belived to be sweet and kind but have resuntly show them selves to be quit the oposset. This is what they did to me late one friday nigt at Kennith and Kristys house.  The lights where dim whe had just finished watching Hostage a 5 on the 1-10 scary movie chart. (amila thought the freeky murerer was HOT hmmm she makes me wonder!!!!) any way RING gose the phone; I answer "Hello is Lisa there" a scary mans voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"no"innocent me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; "sorry rong number"scary man's voice; Bethany aswers nexet talking to the same man asking for agnes. the Phone rings several more times i am gitting nervus and call chase our main suspect. As im talking to chase RING RING goes the phone startled i hang up on chase and aswer the phone to someone breathing and laufing in the other room finally i figure out what has been going on and that i had been got.  I have to say good job Holly and Bethany.  But I VOW ON THIS BLOG I WILL HAVE MY REAVENGE some day some where so wache it!! any one with ideas would be greatly apretiated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-115983363818838444?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115983363818838444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115983363818838444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115983363818838444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115983363818838444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-severel-ecusses-for-why-i-haven.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115937715307100252</id><published>2006-09-27T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:10:37.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm sitting in the library at school...not one of my favorite places to be though because I really do not enjoy reading all that much. But you know what? Sitting here looking at all of these books has reminded me of something that we learned at Student Life Camp this summer. (those of us who WENT and did not stay at home all week like uh-chum...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bethany, Holly Amelia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) haha just kidding. But the speaker at camp taught one night about the story of Jesus when he was twelve years old and he stayed behind in Jerusalem. You know the story...we've all heard it many many times but this speaker hit on something I had never even thought about before. The verse that says Jesus grew in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and men.....he said that if Jesus, the God ALmighty in human form, could humble himself enough to find LEARNING important, then we should, too! Jesus GREW in wisdom. He took the time and effort to learn. The speaker asked us, "How many of you would say that you hate school?" I was about to put my hand waaaay up in the air-I figured everyone would-but no one did. I thought about it alot and it really convicted me. Jesus could have totally skipped the learning process, I mean he was God, but he went through it any way. We are to imitate Christ, yes, even in the small things. I should not hate school and I should not hate reading. I want to be like Christ in every aspect of my life. I think so many times we say to ourselves, "Okay, today I have to make sure that I am like Christ. That means I can't do anything that He would not do." But do you know what? Our mindset should be different. Not only should we not do anything that Jesus would not do, but we should also DO everything that he WOULD do! Wow...that is alot different isn't it? So let's try and remember to be in the mindset of Christ at all times. Let's imitate him in all areas of our lives...even the small ones.&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/33854148-115937715307100252?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115937715307100252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115937715307100252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115937715307100252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115937715307100252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/09/reading.html' title='Reading...'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115757654401447927</id><published>2006-09-06T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:02:24.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dawn is Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sarah is pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  When we write them together they will be in black.  Sorry.&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/33854148-115757654401447927?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115757654401447927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115757654401447927' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115757654401447927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115757654401447927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/09/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115748888430896719</id><published>2006-09-05T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:41:24.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah for scrubs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today was my first day at my EBCE site...uh-oh. That means that I had to first of all WAKE UP, then get out of the house, then figure out how to get to where I am going, then actually find the entrance to the parking lot and find my contact person. Hmmmm...all before 8:30 AM. I am proud to say that I accomplished every bit of that-and before 8:30...well 8:30 ish at least. And I was frantic on the phone with my mother, driving around downtown trying to decide which way to turn and onto what street to get to Samaritan Hospital. Then I missed the entrance and had to go down all these crazy one-way streets just to miss it a second time...at this point my mom is also frantic and everything is just nuts. But I found it eventually and all is well. -----WOW! Today was awesome...almost the minute I walked through the door they gave me ........................are you prepared for this ?............Scrubs!! Ah. I was soooo excited-I felt so important. Like someone should be saying to me, "Why yes, Dr. Bailey, your next patient is in pre-op. Should we begin preparations for surgery?" Anyways, they let me watch two surgeries today: during the first they removed a sebaceous cyst from a patient's lower cheek, in the other they removed some kind of fatty tissue or something (they used really big words) from a lady's back. It was sooo cool and I was standing right there while they were slicing these people to pieces! I got to talk to alot of really funny people...I guess they were doctors and nurses and -hmmmm-not sure but they were all wearing those awesome scrubs! So, the day started off a frantic-mess (really)...but in the end it was great. I would have to say the highlight of today was definately the scrubs....Yeah for scrubs!&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/33854148-115748888430896719?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115748888430896719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115748888430896719' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115748888430896719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115748888430896719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeah-for-scrubs.html' title='Yeah for scrubs!!!'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115740012097707326</id><published>2006-09-04T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:02:00.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Eat Grilled Worms</title><content type='html'>Okay...so today we almost had the adventure of a lifetime... we had the worms (leftover fish bait from Sunday's fishing trip), we had the grill (hot and ready), we had the condiments (several choices...for variety of course!).  We were ready and eager to embark on the daring adventure of eating grilled worms when suddenly we realized that there was a gigantic window right in front of us.  Mrs. Bailey (just guess on which one) was staring wide-eyed and frantic, thinking that we are the craziest people in the world..."Noooooo!  Sarah!!  Dawn!! No.  You'll get Hepatitis and die!" -But she's nuts...we've had our Hepatitis shots already! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;      Therefore, sadly, our opening entry for this amazing blog has absolutely no personal research behind it whatsoever...so here are our best guesses on ways to eat the hypothetical grilled worm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. marinated in italian dressing (cause that's the way my mommy did the yummy chicken we ate for lunch today.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. shish-kabob style&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. atop light vanilla ice cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. as a pizza topping-the new pepperoni substitute &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. popsicles- grill em, freeze em, and eat em!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. stir fry-get your veggies and your protein for the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. with fruit (so that the healthy nuts out there will eat it... you know who you are.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. teriyaki sauce-Konnichiwa!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. with classic ketchup and mustard (it's the new hot dog!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. in Grilled Worm Casserole a la Bailey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A Word of Caution:  For all of those Dare-Devils who are currently considering trying this for yourselves...let it be known that there is a possibility that during your feast you may accidentally consume our dear friend Mr. Herman the Worm.  ( I.....was.....Sittin' on a fence post, chewin' my Bubble Gum.....Smack Smack Smack Smack... playing with my yo-yo....doo-op...dooo-op.................)  So be Careful out there guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-115740012097707326?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115740012097707326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115740012097707326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115740012097707326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115740012097707326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-eat-grilled-worms.html' title='How to Eat Grilled Worms'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33854148.post-115740399243315690</id><published>2006-09-04T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:19:14.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts About Dawn and Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To better acquaint ourselves with our readers, we would like to introduce ourselves through a series of fun facts about Dawn and Sarah, as decided by each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dawn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AKA "The Human Garbage Disposal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;could entertain herself with nothing but a swamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is obsessed with the ideas of backpacking and paintball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the movie "Gidget" is the story of her life (although she has never seen it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is infamous for swallowing a blinking lightbulb in Gatlinburg (an incident famous both at Porter &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; in Alabama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;has a fetish for nerds, cowboys, and nerdy cowboys ("I like big belt buckles, and I cannot lie...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;convinced Sarah to eat a fire ant in New Mexico (ending in Sarah's hand getting stung and swelling up for three weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;will not refuse any dare (and we mean ANY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;has a track record of leaving car on and unlocked, often with things on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is pyro (mwah, hah, hah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sarah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;makes random weird noises with her throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;likes to dress fashionably, but not match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CANNOT cry (she has the heart of the Tin Man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her role models include Lorelai Gilmore and Nanny Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;loves her hot pink crocks, hot pink Converses, hot pink flip-flops,  hot pink sandals, and her hot pink blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dislikes unnecessary physical contact (as in, from people of the same sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;loves going through other people's underwear drawers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;likes blood and gore (why do you want to become a nurse, Sarah?...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;has yummy tasting body sparkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVES Cheetos (especially the big puffy ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, in closing, you now know us a little better...so go buy us a Christmas present. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33854148-115740399243315690?l=bailey-babes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/feeds/115740399243315690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33854148&amp;postID=115740399243315690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115740399243315690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33854148/posts/default/115740399243315690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailey-babes.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-facts-about-dawn-and-sarah.html' title='Fun Facts About Dawn and Sarah'/><author><name>Dawn &amp;amp; Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892855603463846205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
