<?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-7386722056866862778</id><updated>2011-08-03T23:09:40.955+02:00</updated><category term='Small Group'/><category term='Banquet'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Journey with Viki</title><subtitle type='html'>You and I are on a journey.  Sometimes our journey has brought us side by side where I could reach out and touch you. Sometimes we've taken different roads to the same destination.  What we have always had in common is the fact that God is right beside us.  We are not alone on this journey and that is beyond exciting!  In case this portion of our journey in the kingdom finds us far apart, let me share with you what the scenery along this highway looks like.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386722056866862778.post-2867691618899546967</id><published>2010-08-29T22:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:30:20.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You probably know me enough to know that I am NOT a morning person.  Never have been.  Just before I came to BFA, my friend Rachel gave me a great mug that says: "I don't do mornings"!  It has been my constant companion these two years.  I have my daily breakfast tea in it while I trudge through the first couple classes of each school day.  During those two years, I have had to teach during 2nd period, and during the spring semesters I have proctored Study Hall during 1st period...a painful undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Study Hall 1st period was nothing!  This semester, I have to actually TEACH during 1st period, every day!  AGH!  This does not bode well for me or my students.  I am trying to do my best at going to bed a little earlier so I can wake up earlier.  All this in order to get the crabby out of my system before I'm forced to deal with students, who deep down insided I really do love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my morning tea in my trusty mug (still emblazoned with my message "I don't do mornings" should any student need reminding!), I need something else to cheer me into a good mood.  Lucky for me, someone in our quaint little German town decided to paint their house like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/THrNYY035lI/AAAAAAAAABM/35n0HKLKZos/s1600/DSCF3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/THrNYY035lI/AAAAAAAAABM/35n0HKLKZos/s320/DSCF3797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510942912905995858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, doesn't that just make you smile...or actually just laugh right out loud!  I see this on my walk to work every morning.  And I think I have smiled or laughed out loud every morning.  That bright red apartment building just makes me happy every time I see it.  I have to thank God for that.  It's the first smile of my day and I wanted to share it with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for those moments, those people, those circumstances or things that God brings into your life to give you a little joy when you least expect it.  Really look for them, they are all around us.  Then take a minute to thank God for them.  They really are gifts from Him.  He deserves our thanks for bringing us the joy in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying God opens your eyes to a little gift He's given you.  Next time you smile or laugh, remember who made it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I'm actually laughing right now.  I just did a preview of this message and when I caught a look at the picture, it just made me laugh all over again.  Also, I found a typo when I read the preview, but now I can't find it.  Extra points to anyone who can point out where that typo went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-2867691618899546967?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/2867691618899546967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-probably-know-me-enough-to-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/2867691618899546967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/2867691618899546967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-probably-know-me-enough-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/THrNYY035lI/AAAAAAAAABM/35n0HKLKZos/s72-c/DSCF3797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386722056866862778.post-8412450630435885678</id><published>2010-06-23T22:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:23:26.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/TCJtK-mxEKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BpEp6DbC0EU/s1600/DSCF3946A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/TCJtK-mxEKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BpEp6DbC0EU/s320/DSCF3946A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486067331462402210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m home!  And 6 weeks from now I’ll be going back home.  That’s my life now, I go from home to home, happily traveling around the world to my other home once or twice a year.  Right now, I’m in the Chicagoland area, enjoying the time I have at one of my American homes.  Later in the summer I’ll travel to Ithaca, NY to my other American home, my family home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to send regular notes this summer with highlights from my year.  But this first one is actually about my first weekend back in the U.S.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Mary was commissioned and ordained as a minister in The Salvation Army on Sunday morning, June 13th.  Mary and I (with my friend Tanya) have been in an accountability group for about 8 years.  Mary has been a great friend, a godly example, a constant encourager.  I am so blessed to have her in my life.  And I was honored and proud to be there to witness her ordination.  She was chosen by her classmates to be their representative speaker during the ceremony because she’s just THAT cool!  I sincerely thank God for the gift that Mary and Tanya have been in my life.  I thank God for no more volcanic ash clouds that could’ve delayed my trip home.  I thank God for allowing me to witness and support my dear friend Mary on her big day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you, too, have a friend (or more) like Mary in your life.  &lt;br /&gt;-the type of friend who prays with you and for you, &lt;br /&gt;-who laughs with you, &lt;br /&gt;-the type of friend who drives out of her way to be at an event of yours when she knows you’re gonna need a little extra support, &lt;br /&gt;-the type of friend who fills a journal full of thoughts, scripture and prayers for you to read when you’re on a mission trip, &lt;br /&gt;-the type of friend who challenges you to be a better person, to be the person God wants you to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have those friends, take a minute to thank God for that gift.  If you don’t, take a minute to ask God to bring one of them into your life.  And don’t forget to BE that type of friend to someone else.  They need it as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your involvement in my life.  I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-8412450630435885678?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/8412450630435885678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/8412450630435885678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/8412450630435885678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-usa.html' title='Back in the USA'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/TCJtK-mxEKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BpEp6DbC0EU/s72-c/DSCF3946A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386722056866862778.post-125963841346130144</id><published>2010-04-20T23:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:40:06.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Germany PS</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read my last post (Only in Germany), you should go back and read that first.  This is a PS on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'd like to share an antithesis to my last post (or is it?).  Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a car.  I walk to school, church, grocery store, Bible Study, etc.  It's pretty much the only exercise I get and it's pretty good.  I mean, I walk about 30-60 minutes a day, depending on how many times I have to go to school in one day.  I rely on this walking since I have finally gotten to that age where I can't eat whatever I want without any physical effects.  And since I haven't learned to control the eating (especially my consumption of chocolate over here), I need all the walking I can get.  And since tonight was a nice night out, I didn't take the offer of a ride home after Bible Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Picture it, Germany, 2010.... I was walking across my quaint little town nestled in the Black Forest on a cool spring night.  I passed the main street section of town with all its shops closed (as they all do at about 6 pm, except on Wednesdays when they close at noon).  As I was approaching one of the many inns in town I thought I heard something...a little out of the ordinary.  I thought I heard singing.  So, I stopped, right across the street from the inn and listened.  Yes, there was a choir singing, it seemed to come from the windows of a room on the second floor, a meeting room probably.  It was a tune I knew....from....Mary Poppins?  Oh yes, there was a choir singing, in English.  "ChimmChimminee, ChimmChimminee, ChimmChimm Charee."  I stood there stunned, until I burst out in laughter and giggled the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking thru Kandern!  It's worth turning down rides all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also a great day because I tried my new tea I bought yesterday.  Mango PassionFruit Black Tea.  It's called Havana Moon and it is GOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all~!&lt;br /&gt;PS. Extra points to the person who can find the reference to an excellent tv show from the 80s in this post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-125963841346130144?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/125963841346130144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-in-germany-ps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/125963841346130144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/125963841346130144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-in-germany-ps.html' title='Only in Germany PS'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-7893897512261429653</id><published>2010-04-19T00:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:14:41.234+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Germany!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/S8uDd2-Q5AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rT5Qpi0fyNI/s1600/DSCF3114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461603522112971778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/S8uDd2-Q5AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rT5Qpi0fyNI/s320/DSCF3114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve had many “only in Germany” moments in the last few weeks and I had to share them with you. I hope you will have as much fun reading about them as I have living them….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this area of Germany, during the early spring, we see a great frog migration. When fields come up to roads or highways, they put up plastic sheeting walls to keep the frogs from jumping into the street (then people come by and collect them and take them across the street to continue their migration!). There are signs out of the highway to remind you to be careful not to roadkill the frogs. A couple weeks ago I was walking home from school one evening after a recital. I was quite startled when, out of the corner of my eye I saw something moving. When I collected myself, I looked down at the sidewalk to see the bottom half of a frog. He had poked his head into a grate in the sidewalk and gotten stuck. So there he was struggling to get free and all I could do was laugh at the sight, flailing frog legs desperate for freedom. No, I didn’t help free him, I just laughed and kept walking, later wishing I had taken out the camera to take a pic to share with you. Oh well, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning I was walking to school exceptionally early because we had pre-school meetings. As I walked through the parking lot at the grocery store on the way to school I experienced one of those moments where you shake your head, chuckle a bit and say “only in Germany!” There was a man literally vacuuming the parking lot at the grocery story…vacuuming! Sure, it was an outdoor type vacuum, not a normal home appliance, but still. They are soo clean over here in Germany, I think the phrase “Cleanliness is next to godliness” surely originated here, and they still live by it. The parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above you see a lovely picture of my friends and I as we were arriving to Good Friday service at my church. Only in Germany can you arrive at church on Good Friday to be welcomed by a beer truck parked by the entrance! OK, its not normally there, but we’d rented out the building the day before for a Red Cross blood drive and they’d left it there. This week, I am at a retreat for my mission (TeachBeyond) and we are spending our time together at a Christian Conference Center. I had to laugh when I went down the hall with the dining rooms to see a full beverage fridge stocked with beers and wines. Only in Germany would you find a Christian Conference Center fully stocked with alcoholic beverages… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-7893897512261429653?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/7893897512261429653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-in-germany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/7893897512261429653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/7893897512261429653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-in-germany.html' title='Only in Germany!'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/S8uDd2-Q5AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rT5Qpi0fyNI/s72-c/DSCF3114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386722056866862778.post-4307317451010126764</id><published>2010-03-16T17:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:33:19.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a great day!</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood to sing the "Walka Walka" song.  No, this is not a reference to Fozzy Bear, although Fozzy Bear is great.  No, I'm talking about that great Sunday School chorus where each verse starts with "It's a great day to.... serve, praise, love...the Lord."  Why am I in the mood?  Because today is a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday, which is always better than Monday!  Today I am well-rested, yesterday I was NOT! Today it is bright and sunny, yesterday it was gloomy and rainy.  Today my computer is fixed (thanks to Ev and Russ), yesterday it was not.  Today is was my friends birthday and that meant homemade cake and buckeyes!  Today I get a texican taco meal for dinner with my Bible Study! Today I saw ducks swimming in the creek...I don't think I've ever seen ducks swimming in the creek!  Today I got a ride to work when I was late and needed it!  Today I had a leftover cold turkey sandwhich for lunch!  I love leftover cold turkey sandwhiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, it is a great day to Praise the Lord.  Join me, will you?  Praise God for the big and the small gifts.  He gives them to you just to see you smile.  And I'm smiling!  Thanks, God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-4307317451010126764?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/4307317451010126764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-great-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/4307317451010126764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/4307317451010126764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-great-day.html' title='It&apos;s a great day!'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-4829221924856979284</id><published>2010-03-14T23:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:54:14.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish 3 Alumni Night- The Horror Picture Rocky Show</title><content type='html'>Aargh~  I just spent 30 minutes typing up a blog entry, pressed the POST button and it disappeared!  I can't rewrite it now.  I'm too sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-4829221924856979284?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/4829221924856979284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/03/spanish-3-alumni-night-horror-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/4829221924856979284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/4829221924856979284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2010/03/spanish-3-alumni-night-horror-picture.html' title='Spanish 3 Alumni Night- The Horror Picture Rocky Show'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-3720338301128564699</id><published>2009-12-13T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:48:08.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>White Christmas is my favorite Christmas movie.  It says a lot about the film since I'm not a huge "old movie" buff.  But I just love that movie.  The Christmas season is not complete without one or two, maybe three viewings of it.  But, that's actually not what this blog is about....It's about the fact that I am literally dreaming of, and praying for a White Christmas.  Will you pray with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sure, everyone likes a white Christmas.  But I feel especially desperate.  I honestly cannot tell you when the last time was that I experienced a White Christmas.  It's always a white Christmas wherever I am not.  For example, when I lived in the states, my parents would have a white Christmas if I stayed home in Chicago.  If I went to New York to be with my parents, or if we went south to be with my sister, they would have a White Christmas in Chicago.  Last year, when I was here in Germany, wouldn't you know it, they had a white Christmas both in Chicago and in New York!  What is the deal?  Do I personally repel snow on the most important day of the year?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I seriously, whole-heartedly praying that the Chicagoland area will have snow in the days leading up to Christmas.  It would be icing on the cake if it actually snowed on the day of Christmas.  But I'll take old snow still on the ground.  I just want to look out the window and see snow.  Is that too much to ask for?  Answer: NO.  I know that God likes to give good gifts to his children.  So, my grown up Christmas wish for 2009....a White Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I think I previously declared to God that I would be satisfied, even ecstatic if I could just "Be Home for Christmas"... OK, I suppose I am happy enough just knowing I'll be home with friends and family for the holidays.  But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop praying for snow.  You don't have to either :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to insert a picture here of a white Christmas, but I don't have any.  Last time I saw one it was before digital cameras!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-3720338301128564699?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/3720338301128564699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/3720338301128564699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/3720338301128564699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-6134821143651033212</id><published>2009-11-13T20:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:31:50.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My loyalties</title><content type='html'>So, I've been realizing lately how fiercely loyal I am. Once you have been an integral part of my life, I will love you forever. This sounds like a great quality, and I'm sure that it is. But it also means I hold on to things and don't let them go after everyone else involved has. Can't tell you how many times I've tried to relive things or reconnect with people who think I'm crazy that I still care. But you know what, I'm gonna choose to look at this part of my personality as a good thing. So, I'm gonna give a shout out to all the things and people I am fiercely loyal too. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta start with my family. Anyone who is a part my family, whether blood or adopted...I love you. I love the way we share a hometown that most of us have never lived in. I love that we have regular family reunions. I love that I played Star Wars with my cousins in the treehouse. I love that my parents and aunts and uncles pray for our generation everytime they get together. In a nutshell...I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the people I grew up with in Mexico and Jamaica from both church and school. We've had good times and bad.... But I gotta say, I actually thank God for facebook for being able to reconnect with so many friends from back in the d-a-y. I'll always feel connected to the people I learned to read with, the ones I played on the playground with, even the ones who always picked me last to be on their team in PE. And the ones who loved NKOTB with me. Man, I miss you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 13, I started working at Camp Troutburg...Wow, I could go on for hours about the great memories and friendships I have from there. Great nights of laying at the fork in the road watching the stars, great musicals like Antsy-Antsy-Antsylvania. Quick trips to Brockport and water wars in the middle of the night....I mean, in the middle of the day (in case Aunt Grace reads this :-) I love my Troutburg gang. I miss you to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College - The best days of my life! I lived on the same floor of the same dorm for 3 of the 4 years I was there. Miner Penthouse RULES and I'm so grateful for the ladies I lived with there (and even those I lived with on the 3rd floor that one year). Roberts was also the place where I had more good friends that were guys than any other time in my life. Sometimes I feel like I was a different person there than I ever have been since. All I know is I experienced snow there first, it was my first few years of living in the US and I have incredibly friends who helped me thru that transition. I don't get to see you guys often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICAGO&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to start with OBT - the best church you have ever heard of. Man, I really miss that family. I cannot even begin to express the fun, the growth, the worship, the love I have experienced there. If you are or have ever been a part of OBT, you are a part of me. I will always hold you close to my heart and consider you a part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;The Ladybug House - you girls are my sisters! Thru thick and thin, I will always stand by you. We have been through it all together and somehow still manage to be friends today. I love you! Now, you know how I feel about nepotism, I think I made myself very clear :-) but if I allowed it, I would move heaven and earth for you because you are real sisters to me! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Wheaton friends - I'm so lucky to have made more friends even when I thought I didn't need them, cuz you turned out to be the only single friends I have left at home and I don't know where I'd be without you! I have had so much fun with you, I love that we still get each other!&lt;br /&gt;CBLI - after so many years of being on CBLI staff that I can't even keep track of the number, words cannot express...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is BFA...11 years ago I showed up here in Kandern and lived with 30 teenage girls, 4 other staff members, and one dorm brother. See, if you live in a building with me...then that makes you family. So, my Haus 1 fam, you cannot get rid of me. You may try, but I'm not letting you go. I will always care for and about you. I will always be there for you. You have brought me such joy!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back at BFA and my BFA family just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I get to add to it a long list of Spanish students, class of 2011 students, small group girls, HBR guys and staff members to whom I am fiercely loyal. I have the pictures to prove it. (OK, now that just sounds creepy, doesn't it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned Urbana Missions Conference, Bible Study Fellowship, the many short term missions teams, etc.? (Actually I do have to give a special shout out to my Ecuador SMTeam. They are the best missions team ever and I was so blessed to be a part of it. That trip is beyond words...I love you guys!" Eres tu la unica razon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're actually still reading this, I'm guessing you fit somewhere on this list. Even if I didn't mention your category specifically, I think you get the picture. YOU ARE SPECIAL TO ME. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH AND I'M HERE TO STAY. Hope you can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyally yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-6134821143651033212?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/6134821143651033212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-loyalties.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/6134821143651033212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/6134821143651033212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-loyalties.html' title='My loyalties'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-633847453618932309</id><published>2009-10-29T00:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:31:11.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banquet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>You may be wondering what brings on the Christmas season for me here in Germany.  Well, all the German Christmas chocolate, advent calendars, and sweet treats have been in the grocery stores for a month now.  It's a bit ridiculous...I'm supposed to start buying Christmas chocolate and pastries at the beginning of October, really?  So, no, that's not what has brought on the Christmas season for me.  What has?  BANQUET ASKING!!!  What is that?  Well, the last Saturday in November is the annual Christmas Banquet at BFA.  That means that the last week of October is when the boys start getting really creative and extravagant in asking the girls for the honor of sitting next to them for dinner one cold night in late November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I found out one of my small group girls had been asked to banquet.  I was excited for tonights small group time to hear the story.  I figured I should go ahead and plan for the majority of tonights time together to revolve around talk of banquet asking.  I was right.  Before it even began, one of the girls came in to tell me that two boys were planning of asking two of my girls during small group time.  So, we started the evening by hearing 'C's story of how she got asked...she was 'kidnapped' and taken to a park where her date had lit a bunch of tealights placed in the shape of a question mark.  When she took her blindfold off and saw the candles, he asked her to banquet.  Soon after the story was over, 'EJ' was asked to come out into the hallway, were a boy was waiting for her with a plate of cupcakes, with frosting decorations spelling out "Banquet?".  Then we all got to eat the cupcakes!  They were super yummy and he baked them himself.  Finally, a half hour later, after I'd given them my banquet speech, about how it really is just a relaxed time of sitting next to someone at a table with 9 other couples.  Just have fun and talk to the boy...another boy burst into our classroom with guitar in hand and sang a song he and his sister had written for 'E' asking her to banquet.  It was quite funny and I had to give him props for going all out, even packing  a bouquet of flowers into his back pocket.  His whole small group stood outside my classroom windows watching the spectacle.  Good times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now the school is abuzz with who is asking who, and what they will wear for the Christmas banquet.  So, although I'm in no way in the Christmas SPIRIT yet, there is not doubt I'll be hearing the word "Christmas" every day from now on.  Just wish I had known the plans before I'd left home.  I would've taken my camera and given you a taste of what it was like.  These boys can get rather creative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-633847453618932309?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/633847453618932309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/10/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/633847453618932309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/633847453618932309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/10/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-3759267649225259577</id><published>2009-10-25T15:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:44:19.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be the strangest person you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/SuRkL8FBmWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2QYNR9U_dV8/s1600-h/DSCF0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548409765239138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/SuRkL8FBmWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2QYNR9U_dV8/s320/DSCF0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not strange in a Phoebe Buffay kind of way. But I am such a strange mixture of dichotomies and contradictions, I can't even keep track of myself. What brought on this declaration, you might wonder? Well, I was walking home from church today thinking, as usual, how much I love walking everywhere I need to go in town. I love walking! I love that when it's time to go to work, I bundle up, put on my huge red backpack and head out for my 15 minute walk to school. I love that at the end of the day, when I'm not in a hurry I can take the long way home that leads me along the creek that runs through the middle of town. I love that when it's grocery shopping time, I load up on reusable, cloth bags and walk to and from the store. I love that I finally have a form of exercise that I actually do. I love that my muscles and feet can now take long days of sightseeing without being in pain. I love that whenever I walk out the door, I am blessed with the opportunity to walk through a quaint and beautiful town in the Black Forest of Germany. I love it, I love it, I love it! So what's so strange about that? I really don't like walking. I'll hardly ever go for a walk just for the fun of it. I don't go for hikes on the many trails our area is famous for. If I had a car, I know I'd end up driving to school cuz I got ready too late. If I have some spare time, or I want to hang out with a friend, I'll never suggest going for a walk. (I'm going on a hike with a friend tomorrow, her suggestion. I'll enjoy it, I'm sure. But I would never choose it on my own.) How can I love to do something so much that it makes me smile and be happy every time I HAVE to do it, yet never want to do it when I DON'T HAVE to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my only personal contradiction. I'm split right down the middle on being an introvert/extrovert. I love being social and hanging out, but I am quite shy and love being home alone. I can't fathom the idea of living in a country long enough to learn the language without doing so, yet I can't get motivated to learn a bit more of German. I miss home like crazy, but I absolutely love being here! The list goes on but you get the picture. OK, maybe that doesn't make me the strangest person you know, but I'm definitely weird. As a teenager, one of my favorite sayins was: "If you're not weird, you're not worth knowing." I hope that means I'm worth knowing. :-) (My other favorite quote was: "You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next purposeful walk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-3759267649225259577?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/3759267649225259577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-might-be-strangest-person-you-know.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/3759267649225259577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/3759267649225259577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-might-be-strangest-person-you-know.html' title='I might be the strangest person you know'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXrxk8vSZo4/SuRkL8FBmWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2QYNR9U_dV8/s72-c/DSCF0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386722056866862778.post-7101357362718284823</id><published>2009-10-11T21:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:30:58.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be home for Christmas...You can count on me!</title><content type='html'>I JUST BOUGHT A TICKET TO GO HOME OVER CHRISTMAS BREAK.  I was, just the last few days, trying to resign myself to not going home over Christmas break.  I didn't last year and I had a really great time here in Germany...very relaxing and peaceful, not bad at all.  But over this summer, I had kind of decided I wanted to go home for Christmas.  I wanted to be at my home church on a Sunday when most of the congregation was there (something that never happens over the summer!)  Plus, so much of what is Christmas tradition for me, happens only in the US at my church.  I want to help with Christmas kettles, drive the bell ringers to their spots, count money, go Christmas shopping at all my usual spots, help with Angel Tree, stay up ridiculously late wrapping gifts with my sister while watching the 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story, etc. etc. and so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I looked for affordable tickets, the less I found them.  I had kind of given up hope and was trying to wrap my brain around staying here, trying to get excited about the good things about staying: a lot more rest and down time, hanging out with friends like we can't during the school year, the peacefulness, etc.  I just figured I'd keep looking and if by some miracle something turned up, I'd take it.  Well, today, when I was about to sign off the internet, I decided to check again.  And there it was....the cute little gnome was my friend today.  He found me a ticket that was cheaper than anything I'd seen for the days I wanted to travel.  Its not everything I wanted in a ticket, but its almost everything.  And on a Sunday, the day of the week I miss home the most, it was an offer I couldn't refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going home!  Hope to see many of you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-7101357362718284823?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/7101357362718284823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-home-for-christmasyou-can-count.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/7101357362718284823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/7101357362718284823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-home-for-christmasyou-can-count.html' title='I&apos;ll be home for Christmas...You can count on me!'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-6163736364393847810</id><published>2009-09-10T09:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:29:54.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my first small group time last night.  I have 5 freshman girls and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna LOVE this!  Four of my girls are home students who have lived in the area for many years.  The fifth one is new this year and she is in the dorm that I worked at 10 years ago.  For our first time together we just spent time getting to know each other and having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things that I loved about last night.  First of all, the girls wanted to know about me.  As soon as we got to my classroom I was bombarded with all sorts of questions about me, my life, etc.  They had even done some research on me before coming, because they knew who my roommate was and where I lived, they had made guesses about my age (thankfully they were wrong - 28).  So, I started out with sharing about my story, my life and how I ended up here.  Sure enough, before we moved on to anything else, they asked how long I was gonna be here.  They always want to know how long you are going to invest in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played a good game of Pit, new for several of my girls.  Then it was time for them to tell me a little about themselves.  So, I brought out the marshmallows and the candle stick.  While each one roasted a marshmallow and at their smore, they got to tell me some stuff about themselves.  One of my girls was born in Japan and lived there till she was 7.  One of my girls is Korean and has lived in Turkey since she was 5.  One of my girls loves people, big groups of people, she just kept telling us how much she loves to be with people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-6163736364393847810?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/6163736364393847810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-my-first-small-group-time-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/6163736364393847810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/6163736364393847810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-my-first-small-group-time-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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-7386722056866862778.post-8336334301216725794</id><published>2009-09-08T21:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:23:50.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My first attempt at blogging</title><content type='html'>OK, I've avoided this for a while.  But I have many reasons for trying this out, so let's give it a shot shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog.  I hope you and I can continue to enjoy our journey together whether we are near of far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have too many thoughts for the day.  I'm mostly overwhelmed with an enormous "to do" list and wondering why I picked tonight to start a blog.  So let's just consider this a trial run and see how it posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386722056866862778-8336334301216725794?l=journeywithviki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/feeds/8336334301216725794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-attempt-at-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/8336334301216725794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386722056866862778/posts/default/8336334301216725794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeywithviki.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-attempt-at-blogging.html' title='My first attempt at blogging'/><author><name>Viki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042462748881208776</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></feed>
